Alien Predator Hunt Begins Novels & Stories

I saw as he held out a scroll and without still looking, I ripped it from his grip, scanning it almost immediately. There was more than one scroll, about three. They all looked half torn, I saw brown stains on the scroll and touched it with my fingers, then took a sniff. “Blood” I muttered under my breath as I wiped it off and returned by gaze back to the scroll. There were reports of Alphas who had gone missing, packs raided and left soaked in blood and burnt to the ground. And every survivor that was found all said the same gnarly words. “They came for one boy….a pale looking Omega boy drenched in blood and sweat, eyes blazing as he ran, yelling into the wind”

and dove to the ground. A hunter entered the area with a lethal crossbow in his hands and a hood covering his face. The weapon was engraved with Damon's emblem, a jagged claw. With a snarl, Aiden sprang forward, his wolf emerging. Aiden was quicker than the hunter, pushing the weapon aside and slamming the assailant to the ground as he fired another bolt.

Everything moved so slowly I could see the individual strands of hair whipped aside as she turned to face him and screamed her defiance. Her eyes locked on him and she sank in her stance just like I’d shown her, but she’d never done more than playfight with me, it was never going to be enough— Then her face paled and she was gone. In a flash that sent adrenaline rocketing through my veins, my mate disappeared and in her place crouched a massive tiger, teeth bared and inches-long claws extended. A roar trembled through the Arena. My father hit the dirt right at her feet, but his wolf’s eyes were wide with stunned disbelief and he growled and scrambled, twisting in a desperate attempt to get a

I looked up as a sleek, matte-black gunship broke through the clouds, its landing lights cutting bright white beams through the air. The ship hovered ten feet off the ground, its thrusters kicking up a cloud of dust and trash before settling down on the yard. The side door hissed, sliding back to reveal the main cabin. Penelope stepped down onto the ramp, holding a portable scanner in one hand with a tactical rifle slung over her shoulder. She took one look at my bare chest, my bloodied knuckles, and the empty space behind me, then stopped dead at the base of the ramp. "Where is he?" she asked, her eyes scanning the empty yard. "Where is the prince?"

Hunt Begins The first howl rose with the dawn. It echoed across the mountains, long and sharp, carried on the cold morning wind. My wolf froze inside me, hackles raised. I had heard many howls in my life, but this one was different. It was not a call to gather. It was a declaration of war. Lucien lifted his head, his coal-dark eyes gleaming. He didn’t look surprised. “It begins.” I wiped sweat from my brow, chest still heaving from the brutal drills he’d forced me through. “What begins?”

CONAN. Orion! I hate hunters! I look down at my palm, where his silver ring had touched my skin, as I leave campus grounds. The delicate skin of my fingers is healing, though slowly. How had I not noticed? But then again, I was too intoxicated by Wilda’s scent. ‘A wolf’s power comes from knowing his surroundings. When you enter a room, isolate all the scents in the room, and know everyone. You are dead the minute a hunter finds you before you do.’ Every wolf is taught this when it turns. Today, I learned why.

The violence in Elail was a large driving factor behind the modification of the regulations. So, thus, The Hunt was born. It was aptly named as every alpha over the age of 18 without a mate was invited to participate each June in a Hunt to find their omega mate. Omegas were not given a choice, if they were not mated and were over the age of 18 they were required to present themselves as an eligible mate to the council each June and in turn, participate in the Hunt until they were 'caught'. Most omegas only participated in one Hunt, but some went two or three years before finding their mate. A few very unlucky omegas went as many as six years before a mate was negotiated for them, a man not f

They instinctively looked down. Then everyone froze. The pink, suggestive interface of "Goddess Hunter" disappeared. It was replaced by a cold black interface that looked like a tombstone. At the center of the screen, the photo of me that had been treated as prey vanished too. In its place was Gary's face, twisted with shock. Under his photo, blood red words slowly appeared. [New game activated, Scumbag Hunter.] [Target: Gary Zachary York.] A cold, emotionless synthetic voice came from everyone's phone at the same time.

When I became Alpha of Lonecrown, I wouldn’t be able to ignore those cries, with or without the bracelet. “Kendra has already warned you that whoever is killing the wolves might be able to track you, if you tune into them by mistake.” “It might not be a wolf. What if it is some glorified hunter that's chasing them?” “We have already discussed this son. It is unlikely that they are human, not at the rate they are killing wolves.” “Fine, but if something happens to them, I am holding you responsible!” Storming from the room, I go to look for mom. She was always the person that could make my father see more clearly and I was certain she would back me. Her daughters were the ones missing!

Every muscle in his body stills with predatory focus as he turns fully toward the mountains. The creature inside the broken seal watches both of them carefully. “There,” it says quietly. “Now it knows where you are.” Vaelith’s stomach twists. “What exactly is it?” No one answers immediately. Even the hunters look uneasy now, their disciplined calm beginning to fracture around the edges. The lead hunter finally exhales slowly. “The first successful Alpha.” The creature laughs softly. “No,” it corrects. “The first controlled Alpha.” Another tremor moves beneath the clearing. The fractured wolves retreat farther into the forest immediately, panic obvious in every movement.