Auto Hunting Novel Novels & Stories

She instructed her best friend and rushed to the bathroom. "What's this?" Tasha found something on her desk. she picked up the booklet and turned the pages, "A new novel?" she exclaimed. "Wait!" Arielle shouted from the bathroom, she had the habit to write it down instead of typing her stories, she used her gift to write 2-3 chapters of her new novel last night before going to bed. She rushed out with the toothbrush still on her hand. "Give that to me." "Nope. You're writing a new novel? A romance novel at that?" Tasha ran around the room reading the notes.

Tonight’s job had been gruesome, one of the worst Ted had had to deal with. Getting information from a rogue wolf about an organized criminal syndicate was a difficult job but as always, Ted was a patient man and his skills for torture were unmatched. It was a quality that made him one of the most respected Hunters in the city. So far he had been able to keep the Don safe from another assassination attempt and while it had been an ugly job, he had tonight and the next few days to forget about the gruesome nature of his job.

she starts her car and drives off I smile and silently relish in the way my name rolled off her tongue, so smooth. Like a perfectly practised melody. This cat-and-mouse game is just perfect for us. Sometimes in an enclosed hunting zone, the hunter just has to give the prey signs of his presence. So it knows there's nowhere to run, and it has no... choice. Nova is in new territory, my territory. And as such, everything will go exactly how I want it to. Cheers to an amazing time haunting you, my love.

In the continent of Elysium, magic has dried up and monsters have descended. The only way to survive is to participate in a game called "Hide and Seek." Only the winning races receive rewards and a chance to live. The Werewolf Clan drew me—a twenty-two-year-old half-blood werewolf. I was painfully thin, having been locked in a dungeon for the past fifteen years. The live chat scrolling before my eyes was filled with despair: [What the hell? This is our clan’s representative?] [A girl a strong breeze could knock over? Is she even an adult?] [I bet she bursts into tears the second she sees a monster.] [It’s over. We’re so dead. I knew we’d lose this time. Are the werewolves really going to be

he began, his voice deep and commanding, “our pack has stood strong through trials. We survived rogue attacks, rivalries, and losses. But strength is not maintained—it must be proven.” A murmur rippled through the crowd. I knew what was coming before he spoke the words. “The Annual Hunt begins tomorrow at dawn.” Gasps, cheers, and growls of excitement echoed. The Hunt. A brutal tradition where warriors were sent into the forest to track and kill rogues, competing for honor, recognition, and rank and also a way to get rid of unwanted and unmated and rejected female wolves, they are sent to the forest and hunted down by male wolves. if they are caught, they are either mated or killed, if they

“He’s looking at me.” Magen frowns. In her eyes, there’s no one in the landscape except for her, the girl, and the animals. But in Heidi’s, Hunter stands in the woods, a gloomy eye fixed on her, a wolfish grin stretching his lips. I would still think it was me even though I said it wasn’t but thank goodness I’m not smiling. Gloomy eyes are far too different from yellow ones too. Wait. Aren’t Hunter’s eyes like… green? Why gloomy? Or is the latter not a color? Shit, I didn’t realize I was so dumb.

Joonjae's eyes widened in shock. Shujin's mouth was covered in red blood while her hands held a half eaten rabbit with its insides ripped out. Upon seeing Joonjae, the woman let out a wheezing laughter and violently bit into the dead animal's stomach, tearing it out with her teeth. "Hwang Joonjae," she giggled, her teeth stained with red blood and limbs. "We meet again."

The Hunt is for Nobles who want to have a place of power, also for Exiles who wish to be reintegrated into the Kingdom. The forests of Bellari are known to house the most dangerous creatures, which is why it's usually not a popular choice for The Hunt. No one has come back from there. No one. Ever.

He glanced at the hunters, then at the journal in her hands. “They think you’re helpless without the book,” he said, a dangerous smile on his lips. “They don’t know about the new page you wrote.” He was right. The hunters were the expected threat. The wolves, the known danger, but she had a new, un Tested weapon and a wild, dangerous ally. The first lesson was done. The unwritten war had begun at their door.

Hunter's running ability is unquestionable. He is a wolf. No matter how fast Jonea drives the scooter and how far she goes, Hunter can find her quickly with his running ability and sense of smell. Hunter cut his way through small alleys between shops and markets. Several times he saw the scooter speeding up at the end of the road. Hunter continues to hunt her. Until he arrived at an entertainment area filled with nightclubs, karaoke places, mini supermarkets, several small restaurants, and many ramen shops scattered there.