Book About Hunting Humans Novels & Stories

as I paused for a moment. “This is why,” I explained, “We are so adamant to stop poaching. When you hunt gators, bear and wolves out of season, you could very well be killing one of us! You see, we don’t shift during daylight hours of hunting season, because we want you to be able to feed your families. However, we literally lose our minds, if we have to go too long without shifting. Our animal inside us needs to run. Not always hunt, but they need to be free once in a while. We do not hunt humans. We eat the same foods you do. But we have all lost members of our communities to poaching. What you guys don’t understand is that when you kill us in our animal form, we don’t stay that way when w

He could already sense the presence of a few worthy foes. Stephen was seated in front of Zayn. He turned around and glanced at Zayn before cracking a somber yet ruthless smile. In his eyes, Zayn was a dead man walking. He said in contempt, “F*ck, what’s there to be excited about hunting animals? Animals can’t use weapons and aren’t trained to fight. They’re only dumb beasts. The most attractive part of the Great Hunt is its rules! Over here, it is permissible to murder humans. When you find someone loathsome, you may put a knife to his throat and let the fresh blood flow! Watch him beg for mercy and die in despair! That’s true luxury!”

“When we made the rule about the town’s children not coming into the forest from ages 11 to 18, it was because more than just the boy was killed. That was just the reason given to the town by Timothy’s grandfather. Sleuth members were not permitted to live in town for the same reason. There was a sleuth that was destroyed because of fated mates who were not permitted to be together yet. If we tell our kids, Godric, nor Osprey, will want to hold themselves back from Scarlett. We will be forced to intervene to keep them apart, causing our son, and his bear, to go crazy.” “Crazy? What do you mean crazy? What happened to the sleuth?” I asked. “One of the female bears was mated to a human in the

He moved with me, keeping his arm around my waist and trailing the fingers of his other hand around my kneecap. “I’ve been around a long time,” he hummed. “And you aren’t the first hunter I’ve met. Besides,” he added, with a wry smile, “my very existence goes against the laws of nature. It would be… ill-advised of me to doubt the existence of other supernatural beings.” I made a non-committal sound in the back of my throat. He smiled. “Maybe that could be our first hunt together. The ghost of Wiley Manor.” I snorted at that. “Sounds like a terrible name for an equally terrible book.”

He let out a boisterous laugh, placing a hand over his chest as it bobbed vigorously. “Ok, Kaia. Let’s see what you’re made of.” ***Julian If someone had told me I’d be hunting alongside a large predatorial wolf who tracked the woods faster than I could blink, I would have laughed in their face. She was incredible... fast as she was lethal. Before I knew it, the wolf pounced on a young buck and let out a howl for my attention. Sharpened canines dug into the poor animal’s throat as it thrashed around, letting the blood pour out. The wolf was unfazed as it clenched its jaw, holding a firm grip. Slowly, the legs stopped kicking. And then only a few last twitches before the animal’s eyes glassed

" He sighed softly. It's clear that his fear for my kind was gonna be wiping them all out from the earth surface. I remember in one of the books Gene always read for me when I was a kid, humans is said to be wolf's greatest enemies. Most times, I wonder why it has to be the humans. Then I came to realize that the hunters never stops until they have them all dead. Some how I also wonder why this humans can't let them be, it's not as if they attack them or some thing. It's just an act of wickedness as I see it.

Only a few she knew actually met the humans— the hunters to be precise and for some it wasn’t a good experience, either for the werewolf or the human. As far as Haven knew, the hunters were a group of humans who hunted down werewolves but she didn’t know why. Humans were generally considered to be weak creatures and werewolves hated the word ‘ weak'. But the fact that some of these humans had weapons powerful enough to maim or even kill a werewolf wasn’t something that sat well with them.

Always on the fringes of society, the one who never aged, the murderer, the one people instinctively knew to stay away from. Exiled to the land of Nod, which nowadays was somewhere in Asia, I wandered across the lands for years. Too many to count. I had tried to establish myself in the village, and was somewhat successful but I could see it in people’s eyes. Something about me made them wary, and while they couldn’t see the mark they knew it was there on an almost cellular level. No one outright shunned me, but they sure didn’t go out of their way to make friends with me. I was the first human born on Earth and also the first murderer, I guess they recognized a predator when they saw one. An

Fear overtook me as I thought of Dorian, fighting against these hunters. As I read, the hunters were brave, skilled, and often paid a heavy price for their work. But they continued on, driven by a sense of duty and a desire to protect the innocent humans from the horrors that lurked in the shadows. The soft rustle of pages turning the only sound in the stillness. As I delved deeper into the book, I felt my heart race with anticipation, my breath catching in my throat as I followed the hunters on their perilous journeys through the moonlit wilderness.

However, my doubts were only strengthened when their food arrived. Isla and Sophie had both ordered steaks, rare. They didn't speak as they dug into their meals, and I couldn't help but notice the red juices that trickled down their chins as they chewed. It was almost as if they were devouring their meals like wild animals. That was when it hit me; what if they were werewolf hunters? I had read about them in my supernatural research. Werewolf hunters were a rare but dangerous breed of humans who dedicated their lives to hunting down and killing werewolves. They were fiercely loyal to their cause and would stop at nothing to rid the world of these dangerous creatures.