Troll Hunter Gunmar Novels & Stories

Jarvis reported. “What?! How come no one ever reported this sooner? What about Gunner?” In a panic, he blurted out, not realizing he was still in the same room as the mirrors. “The security was very uptight, Alpha Morfran. According to the runaway I spoke to.” He paused and revealed, “He said that Gunner died. He got caught in the middle of the war zone and he was killed because he was weak.” "Aaaahhh! Gunner! Gunner!" They all heard the shrieking sound of Arabella's cry coming from the mirrors. It was so loud that it echoed throughout the room. Only then did Morfran realize the mistake he had made.

All of the Hunters held their breath as they saw three more trolls emerge from the depths of the cave, bearing their fangs and growling. “What the heck…” Paul spoke with a hint of fear in his voice. GROAH!! “Hyah!” Kim yelled while rushing at the trolls. “Wait, Kim!” Paul shouted, trying to stop him. “Tch!” Paul ran after him. Herman also followed them. “Wait, all of you-!” Yuki couldn’t complete her sentence. “We have to help them! Yuki, fire your arrows! [Strengthen]! [Light Feet]!” Mel started casting spells to buff her teammates.

After that, a different kind of satisfaction came across me. I enjoyed hunting these human hunters, thus, killing 10 werewolves and being the youngest and best werewolf hunter. Rendall killed 8 werewolves which are also not that bad, Quinn is setting poisonous traps and putting some on the bows granting her 4 kills. We make a great team. “Let’s go, Raffi.” I turned and saw Rendall brushing his mid-length hair using his fingers. “Are you going on a date?” I asked him as I scanned his clothes.

“You wouldn’t want to have a water fight with these guns. Well, that might be fun for me but definitely not you. There is more than just water in here. There is silver dust mixed in with the water. From what we’ve seen it hurts like a bitch to werewolves. It’s hard to get off completely, even with a towel. That shit sticks like glitter. You would need some clean water to rinse it all off and we don’t plan on giving this guy a shower.” “Nice. Maybe a little sadistic, but nice. Do I wanna know how you know that much about glitter?” I decide to skip over that last part. “It was actually my mom's idea. She got it after watching the show Supernatural when they were using one with holy water on de

I used to be that way, but it was becoming clear that being split between Alpha duties, guardian responsibilities, and having a mate led to the focus being split as well. We cut through the fighting, taking out an occasional rogue as we went along. The thought that all of this fighting was a distraction weighed heavy on my mind, distracting me from the threat that was paralleling me. By the time that I did notice, it was too late, and the sound of gunfire cut through the air. I turned to try to find the threat, but the piercing pain through my shoulder told me that I was too late. The bullet cut through my shoulder, leaving a wound from the back of Grey’s shoulder to the front. We stumbled f

he sneered before walking away. Guiller caught the faintest smirk on Hunter’s face—not the cocky or sarcastic kind, but one tinged with sadness and disappointment. It unsettled him. Guiller reached into his coat and pulled out his gun. Hunter’s eyes followed the movement, noticing Antonio’s men untie him from the walls. As his hands came free, Hunter collapsed to his knees, his battered body refusing to support him any longer. When Hunter finally looked up, he found the barrel of Guiller’s gun aimed straight at him. A bitter chuckle escaped his lips. The Demon Alpha—reduced to this. Of all things, dying at the hands of a Mafia member felt absurdly ironic.

Breaking the hold, he had on me with his stare, as I looked back over my shoulder at the pack doctor now moving towards us, trying to hold the wince of pain inside from doing so. Alpha Gunner cleared his throat, as if see me had affected him too, before he says to the pack doctor, “My trackers believe they have found where they took Trina.” “That’s great news.” The pack doctor says to him, with a questioning look on his face, before Alpha Gunner then says to him, “We believe she too has been poisoned, and I am going to need you to come with me.”

ANSEL POV Boom A loud gunfire was heard in the dungeon, shutting the silence and terrifying every prisoner. “A-Alpha! Y-you killed him!” I heard a voice from behind as I soften my grip on the gun-like object that was in my palm. It was a gun but specifically made for wolves. It was coated with silver ash. I had used it on Ragnar. The sane man that I wanted to use to lure his brother to me. I had killed him because of the intense anger and fear that I didn't know I had until now.

I stood at his side and readied myself, calling forward the magic until I could feel it just below the surface. “ENOUGH!” Gunner bellowed and moved to stand between us all. My eyes fell on the scar on his shoulder, the remnants of the bullet wound from facing off against the hunters. It's the only mark to mar his otherwise perfect skin. “State your business Doyle, before I throw you off my fucking land” he demanded of the man, who I now know as Doyle. Doyle dragged his ferocious gaze from Tobias and looked at Gunner. He flicked his eyes back to Tobias’s wolf and then down to me. I can’t not look at his deformed face. It's so unusual, I wonder how he does that, is it a half-breed thing? And i

Taken couldn't stand to be near normal people without killing them, so if one of us was safe, we all were. He was dressed in dark grey, with leather boots and a matching utility belt that hung at his waist. A gun sat at each hip, separated by a flashlight and a short sheathed knife. I looked up at his face and cringed. His skin was the tannest I'd ever seen, his blue eyes sharp and cold. He had a half sun tattooed on the side of his face, stretching from his right temple down to the tip of his jaw. "Where are you headed?"