Akame Ga Kill Wild Hunt Novels & Stories

His voice is grim as he says a moment later, “Well, we found the murder weapon.” “Why would anyone leave it behind?” Ted demands. The delegate from the Wind Winder Pack who had picked it up first, murmurs, “Look at the Insignia on it.” The rest of the delegates from his pack hiss when they see the symbol, “Venatores!” “What?” I demand, walking over. “Hunters,” Lucas explains, his voice tight. “They are a long line of Hunters. But I’ve never come across - How certain are you?!”

I watched Darian move in front of me and I immediately stopped smiling and looked away. If he saw me happy about Emanuel and Iliana, I was sure he’d find some way to ruin it. “I guess you weren't worth fighting for.” He said with pride swelling in his chest. I lifted my head, looked up and stared him dead in the eyes now that I could. “I’m not worth dying for.” I said in a correction. Darian bit back a growl and didn't look away from me even when Lady Hale spoke up. “The Hunt is now over, you have caught your prey, it is time to show the girls their new homes. Those of you who haven't been marked will be taken back to your pack, go with captain Tala and await further instructions.”

Her great second niece and my third cousin, on the other hand, has all the bravado with none of the restraint. Kagarra never needed blood weaves to stop a man’s heart in his chest. She does that by looking at one. If that doesn’t do the trick, there’s always those claw daggers of hers that wind up in the vital points of people who don’t even get to blink before they’re dead. No, Shin are not strictly assassins, but Akuma. You have a better chance of sneezing with your eyes open — i.e., physically impossible — than surviving one of the elites that mark you.

Relief was short-lived, replaced by the ice-cold reality of what I’d have to do next. I bolted back to the car, paws digging into the snow as I shifted mid-stride. The icy air burned my lungs as I straightened, pulling my clothes on with shaking hands. My breaths formed clouds around me, but it wasn’t the cold making me tremble. It was adrenaline. I reached into the car and grabbed the bag—the one filled with everything I might need to kill someone like me. Blade soaked in wolfbane, silver-tipped bullets, enough to turn this place into a bloodbath if I had to. But that wasn’t the plan.

Richard looked at her with pride, knowing Amalie would be proud of the daughters they had created. The girls had turned 18 in April and it was now June. They were officially old enough for their first Hunt. The Hunt was a three-week festival that happened every June. Every tribe in the Shifter Kingdom was mandated to send their unmated adult shifters to the Hunt. It was here, and here alone, that an alpha shifter was able to find and claim their omega mate. Claiming and marking outside of the Hunt was punishable, not by death, they weren't savages, but definitely by public humiliation and demotion within the shifter ranks. To be able to control yourself and your baser desires was the highest

ALESSANDRO The shock on Matteo's face when his eyes met mine was just exquisite. His eyes widened in recognition before he froze at the doorway of the chapel. It was satisfying to see the color drain from his cheeks underneath the soft lighting. My gaze raked over him shamelessly. There was that same lean body I had mapped with my mouth in a suit. And I would recognise those luscious lips I had bruised with kisses anywhere. He looked edible in that suit.

“Are they really going to just let me fall back?” That's actually... cause me a sigh of relief. I'm tired by the eyes that following my every steps! Then there's Grandma I notice anxious and been in contact with the messengers lady. And everyone of them is given grandma a jade, however it only cause Grandma to deeply anxious. Then her expression greatly change, she said in certainty, “It must be those horrible species! The Lycan kidnapped the future of the huntress!” “Future... of the huntress?” I curiously eyed everyone that suddenly voice out their wanting to wipe out the species they despise.

Marshall swung his shotgun toward the intruders, his hands steady despite the adrenaline coursing through him. Axel stepped through the smoke-filled doorway, his figure tall and imposing, with Akam following close behind, his fiery form illuminating the room. “You bastard,” Marshall spat, his voice low and venomous. “I’ve been waiting for this moment.” He didn’t wait for a response. Marshall pulled the trigger, the shotgun roaring as it unleashed a shell packed with silver and wolfbane. Akam stepped in front of Axel, his massive hand snapping up to intercept the projectile. The bullet struck his molten palm, melting instantly. Akam’s grin widened, and his fiery gaze locked on Marshall.

Malachi’s voice. "Tonight, we hunt the rarest game in the history of the Sanguine Court! The Architect and his Beast have returned to us! The hunt is open! The grand prize to the one who brings me the Muse's heart!" The walls of the vault began to slide upward. "F**k," Kaelor said, his eyes turning a shadowed gold. He grabbed Aradaa’s waist, pulling him back as the first of the Vampire Knights appeared at the end of the hall, their red visors glowing in the dark.

"I will be calling for a Wild Hunt. The weres will run him to ground and finish him." There was a lull in conversation. The Wild Hunt was a serious matter, meaning that those who committed to it would not rest until the quarry was captured. And it appeared the Alpha would lead it. The Alpha was actually a werewolf, so the desire to hunt was strong in his blood. Several of Shane's weres looked at him, waiting for a sign. When he nodded, all of the weres of Shane's house, with the exception of Travis McNeil and Sebastian, stepped forward.