Alien Predator Hunt Begins Novels & Stories

At one table, Alice sat beside another hunter, eyes fixed on a laptop screen as she typed and spoke in low tones. She turned when she saw her father enter. “Dad, come see this.” Calvin approached, leaning over her shoulder. On the screen was a black-and-white surveillance video. A shadowy figure moved swiftly into the forest. “Zoom in and slow it down,” Calvin instructed. The hunter at the keyboard complied, enlarging the image and reducing the playback speed. Even then, the shape was blurred something on all fours, running with unnerving speed. “It’s the extremely fast beta,” the hunter murmured.

Adrian’s eyes never left the shadow. And I realized—terrifyingly—that this wasn’t just a warning anymore. This was the beginning of the hunt. And we were the prey.

"The central province. It is being attacked by the hunters. They have started the search of the prophesied one." "Dammit!" I curse. Picking up my jacket and leaving. I knew this will happen one day, but I didn't expected it to be so soon. A war was at its beginning, if not stopped right now. It will be impossible to stop it later. The search for the prophesied one has started ,and if the hunters get him before us. That day is not far when Hell will descend on earth in the name of 'The death wolf" ....... "What did the Alpha say?"

His wolf was close to the surface. So was mine. And something in the air shifted— Not just excitement. Not just tradition. Something darker. Something waiting. I lowered my head slightly. “The Hunt begins.” The uneasiness I felt about Adrian increased. I wanted to turn away from the festival, but the wolves waited. I had to have the first kill so no one moved—all waiting. My wolf ached to be free. The pull was overwhelming now—bone-deep and undeniable. Fine. If they needed proof of strength—

One moment the allied pack had been drilling formations in the clearing, the next — chaos. A scream cut through the air, high and panicked. Elena’s heart leapt. She saw it first — a young omega, barely a season into their first hunt, torn apart in a heartbeat. The hunters’ claws moved like shadows, precise and merciless. Blood sprayed against the mossy trunks, the metallic tang burning Elena’s nostrils. The sound of snapping bones echoed across the clearing, followed by wails of terror. She leapt forward, instincts kicking in.

He could feel it. The fight began without warning. Alaric moved first, his body shifting seamlessly as Hunter took control. His pitch-black wolf was a force of nature, tearing through the rogues with a ferocity that left even his allies stunned. Alexander was right behind him, his movements precise and deadly, his own wolf a blur of silver and white.

Its snarl shook the chapel walls, its teeth caught the firelight, glittering hunger. Kael’s knife flashed sharp. Ash raised his poker, hands steady though fear trembled under his skin. Alistair leveled his spear, blue fire crackling along its shaft. The wolves’ growls, the hunters’ shouts, the fire’s roar, it all rose to a deafening storm. The hunt had begun. And Liora was the prize.

Her blood ran cold on the sight before her, judging from what she could see she was the most covered of all the other pets, many of them were naked and some wore clothes that left little to nothing for imagination. Her breath hitched in her throat, few of the females had pets which were of course males. The scars where they had been whipped were evident on many of the pets, they also had bite marks. Isabella watched in horror as one of the Male vampires fed from his pet and he looked closely at her, she flinched and clutched tightly to Alessandro.

“So, how about this? A little family reunion. I’ll make you into the very thing your bloodline once hunted.” My breath hitched as Desmond leaned closer, his mouth hovering just above Silas’s skin. I wanted to move, to do something—anything—but I stayed frozen, rooted to the spot by the chains and my own hurt. “If you survive my hunt,” Desmond whispered, “then you become my wolf.” And then he bit down. The sound of it was wet and visceral, followed by Silas’s scream—a raw, guttural cry that ripped through the room and rattled the very air around us.

His claws extend out, drawing blood on the man’s chest, pulling a hissing sound from his lips. Leaning down into the man’s face, Hunter reveals his sharp canines, letting loose a terrifying growl that shakes the three men to their bones. The remaining two border patrol men drop to their knees, their heads turning to the side in a show of submission as they await their punishment from their Alpha.