Book About Hunting Humans Novels & Stories

They had a clean up business in the West. To tell you the truth about me, being born in a family werewolves hunters; it feels like I was born in the wrong body. We are trained to kill wolves but I came up with an evacuation plan because I don’t believe in the justification of killing another kind. No one has the right to take another person's life or mistreat them all in the name of the new era, rebranding the country to a werewolves free state. I have been killing different types of creatures for when I can't remember. Even though I do find some of them cute, I still kill them. Now the People’s pack is our next bus stop because all the data is pointing to them picking humans as their prey d

he said with raised eyebrows, “but I think you’re wrong about keeping away from the humans. I’ve been thinking about it, and where is the one place that the hunters would never think to look for us? I think it’s our anti-social behaviour that actually draws attention to ourselves. Maybe if we interacted more with the outside world, they will never suspect who we really are.” I opened my mouth to argue, but for once he made quite a good point. So instead I just mumbled, “I’m not sure it’ll go down well with some of the pack.” “That may be,” he replied, “but 8 deaths in the last 2 month is a pretty good reminder to shut them up.”

A lone wolf, and we came from the same pack. He told me about the village that he built, founded with humans who wanted the kidnapping and hunting to stop. At first I didn't believe him. I thought it was a trap, a way for my father to lure me back into his place. But it wasn't. Nero shifted right in front of me and taught me how to hunt animals for a change, predators who plagued the forests and hurt travelers. Since then, that's what I've been doing to feed. Finding predators who overpopulate a place and protect humans who wander there.

I tried to sound brave. He shook his head. “It’s worse than your stomach pains. There is no way you’ll be able to handle it. The worst part is the hunger, the hunger for blood and raw flesh. An animal satisfies it but a human, it’s an incomparable pleasure and it makes us stronger than any other kind of blood.” His eyes lit up with desire. I swallowed the creepy fear lodged in my throat. “There won’t be a difference between animal and man. You’ll see them all the same, as food. I killed a lot of people before I could finally control myself. That’s when I started hunting down Baku.” He looked like he was in some sort of daze.

“The leader’s dead, and his second in command is on the run, we believe, with a few surviving assholes. The rest of his people were removed from the burned house upstairs. Or what they left of them.” “Okay, so you guys are really going for the permanent fix for this, then.” “Look, these guys were selling their friends, neighbors, and relatives to be hunted down and killed by human hunters looking for a unique hunting thrill.” The human animal control officer may have looked unhappy and maybe a little upset, but the mention of humans hunting them for fun and games sat even worse in his mind. He looked nauseated at the idea. “If you think humans got away from being hunted, then you’ve got that

He will find out where she lives and then will come for me. Abby kisses me on the cheek, reassuring me that she will sort it out. She was forever fixing my problems. Making unwanted things go away. I still didn’t know how she did it. All I knew is that she wasn’t human and she wasn’t a wolf. Her car speeds down the driveway and I wait until I can no longer hear the engine. Grabbing my dagger, I pull my coat up around me, hiding the dagger in the inner pocket. I wasn’t going after Abby, that would be stupid. I was heading to the place where those girls were killed.

Apparently she would be the center of attention throughout the meeting. She sighed slightly and nodded. -What is your experience?- the wolf questioned her anxiously, -You are the one of us who has had the most contact with them. Clara cleared her throat. -The hunters are humans. They mainly use wolves to breed them against their will and then sell them- he heard a collective exclamation, -The reason they can kill us easily is because they have guns. Their shot if it hits the essential points is lethal. They hide in shelters surrounded by rotting meat traps around the perimeter to eliminate their odors and use traps to catch their prey.

I tell Travis and he stops eating and looks at me. “There is more then you could imagine. Some creatures are beautiful and mystifying, where others are what nightmares are made of. I hunt those creatures that wreak havoc on this earth and put them to justice. I like to think that I am one of the good guys.” Travis tells me and I wonder what creatures he hunts other than wolves. “You have me intrigued. What other creatures do you hunt?” I ask him and he stands and goes over to his bookshelves and pulls out a huge book and brings it over to desk that sits in the corner of the room.

Gunnar asks in a scary voice that makes me visibly cringe. "I'm an assassin, Gunnar. My job is to have ears everywhere. And right now, the entire western hemisphere is buzzing with talk of war. A war that just so happens to be coming due to human auctioning. Apparently, some very powerful humans have discovered the supernatural black market. Many packs are siding with the upset humans. They want human flesh NOT to be sold. They say packs who purchase humans are stuck in time and are barbaric. The packs siding with the sells are, of course, saying it is time to end the facade that humans have any say," Hilda explains as her eyes flash to me.

He wanted to know what the next course of action in regards to the meaning of the threatening announcement they left written in their comrades’ blood. “Let’s wage war against these humans,” he proclaimed. “They disrespected us, killed members of our pack, destroyed a family. Then they dare call out a season of hunting? I say we hunt them out first.” He was furious at the humans, at what they did, at their existence.