Another Hunt Novels & Stories

At least, I'm trying to do something that would honor them. We decided not to waste more time, as we went back to the cottage, we directly directed our selves to get ready for hunting our second hunter. Our next direction would be Australia - Exactly Hobart, where we suppose to meet the second hunter and get a step closer to finishing the first mission.

I double checked my stuff before I followed him outside. "I'm ready, father." I told him. He nodded and escorted me to the carriage. The hunting grounds were near the border to the east. It was still under the territory of our Empire and the animals living there were regulated so there won't be too many dangerous animals there. The point of this hunt is to capture animals to prepare for the long winter nights. The other knights who choose to participate can sell their hunts and others use the hunt to prove their strength. This is usually the time when knights convey their love for their chosen maidens. I'm only participating because I don't want to deal with fake ladies.

“Only when he needs to be,” “Then tell me, why hasn't he ended that tradition of yours, the one where he found you? That thing you talked about where they hunt you girls down,” Did he hear that? How had he not been caught for this long? This was beyond weird, he should've been noticed. “The Hunt,” I said. He nodded and pointed. “That’s the one. Guess you don't mind that your sister will be participating,” I gritted my teeth. “She won’t,”

“You may follow the marked paths, but you are not required to remain on them. If you reach sanctuary before sunrise, you must cross fully through the temple doors before claiming protection.” His gaze hardened. “Standing near the boundary will not save you.” A nervous laugh came from somewhere along the line. No one joined it. “If you are physically restrained by a hunter and he declares his claim before an official witness, your Hunt is over.” Aldric turned toward us. “Hunters may claim only one participant. Once declared, a claim cannot be abandoned or exchanged.” His eyes moved across the Alphas. “No hunter may cross the white boundary until the second horn sounds. Anyone who leaves early

He couldn't even stand. Just when it looked like the ragdoll was going to beat him to death, it suddenly stopped and grabbed my hand. Then it used my fingers to lift the knife he had dropped and plunged it straight into his heart. The familiar system chime echoed. [Player Franklin Hanson has been eliminated.] My balance shot up by several hundred coins. My eyes sparkled. "Bunny, you're amazing! You even let me have the kill." The chat exploded. [Weren't these two supposed to be weak monsters? I left for a minute, and now they're so strong!]

Luca chuckled at the speed of Beecher’s thoughts. “I was thinking about the prophecy on the drive over. Last time we were looking for where the sun met the earth. It sounded crazy to us at the time, but after discovering Salar de Uyuni, it all made sense. This time we are to hunt down the Hall of the Slain.” “But that’s a mythical place,” Aquina reasoned, “How do you go about finding that?” “That was my first thought,” Luca agreed, winking at Katalea as she picked up her phone. “But everything is on G****e.” Katalea was busy swiping and tapping at her phone.

“It’s best to come with us before the others find you.” Others? “Listen, I think you have the wrong girl. I’m just a bounty hunter.” I pushed Lukas a little, and I took in the men in front of us. They were all wearing the same clothing style as the men who had met us in the bar close to the industrial sector, but what stood out was a small pin they all had on their left breast—an owl in flight. They were Noctua. Another man came forward and flashed me a picture. My picture.

Lukas was done when two people spoke “ I don't agree with her being our Luna” they said in unison “ What your reason” I can see he is trying to control his anger “She’s human.” They spoke in unison and people began t o murmur. “She’s a hunter.” “She’s weak.”

Summer (dryly): Don’t sound so surprised. Rowen: Not surprised, Breeze. Shock and awe. I snort. Smooth bastard. Zak rolls his eyes. We know those three—Rowen, Jared, and Summer—are basically already mated. If they’re not a trio, I’ll eat my fucking shoe. Nathan: Who do we need to summon? Summer: Kanati—the Cherokee guardian of the hunt. And Huitzilopochtli—the Aztec god of war. Well damn. Shit just got real.

On the pink home page, all the other women's photos had disappeared. Only my photo remained, hanging alone in the center, locked onto by a huge, bloody red "Hunting" icon. Below it was a new line in bold black text. [Exclusive Hunting Mode activated.] The target of the new Quest was simple and crude. [At the public lecture three days from now, get Sinead soaked in front of everyone.] [Quest Reward, two thousand dollars.] The words "soaked" had been written in red, loaded with insult and innuendo.