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

I returned the book from the bookshelf it was taken from. While walking out of the library, I couldn't help but go back to what I had read. After the war, some vampires started to kill humans. It was not enough for them to drink blood from people, they killed people indiscriminately. The world leaders complained, but the purebloods turned a blind eye to everything. So, in retaliation to that, the world leaders created the Hunters Association. It was a group of humans highly trained to kill supernatural beings.

“Yeah, I broke it twenty minutes ago.” “Cool,” she grinned and closed the gap between us. “You didn’t answer my question.” “Yes, sometimes it’s fun. We are wolves. Apex predators. Hunting is fun. We used to hunt humans all the time until we outlawed it.” “Why?” “Why did we hunt humans or why did we outlaw it?” “Yes.” I laughed. “We hunted humans for sport. We outlawed it, because it drew attention and they started to hunt us back. This was way before my time though.”

Especially if the omega wore that yellow band. Within five minutes, the forest was filled with muted screams as the first of the prey were being caught. Over 3,000 omegas had started in this year's hunt. Based on the new rules, every omega in the Hunt had a corresponding hunter searching for her, waiting to drag her off to a new life in a new tribe. To catch and claim your mate, you had to mark her. That meant biting her neck in possession. The combination of a bite, along with the adrenaline and endorphins of the chase meant most prey passed out from the overload to their system. The hunter had to then carry their prey back to the castle before it was official. Almost all of the hunters dra

I look back quickly, the last hunter is still pursuing me with his lascivious grin. “I'm gonna kill you chomp. This time, you will surely be my prey!” I can see him lining his eyes at the front sight of his rifle and pulling the trigger. A loud bang echoes followed by the bullet which tears through the flesh of my arm. I almost fall on impact, but manage to maintain my balance. At first, the pain was unbearable, but perhaps the adrenaline has already filled my body so that I can no longer feel the aching sensation. Though I watch my wound bleed and blood came spurting out from the gap. I cover it with my hand. I run like mad, desperate to escape from the hunter that is following me. My breat

Ghost failed to meet my eyes, pretending to be listening to Doc. “Something?” “So this war you spoke of is with shifters and hunters?” Magnus asked. “Hunters and all enhanced humans. Hunters are overpopulating, and their killing is going unchecked. Even Esme’s grandmother was ruled a cold case homicide.” “Killing them because of their predisposition will make us no better.” “Right again, Esmerelda.” I was definitely getting that A. “Once they are identified, our goal should be to neutralize their urges.” “How do we do that? Lobotomies are illegal.” Diesel commented.

There was a Hunter in his hotel. The stench of death that clung to Hunters was hard to hide. The darkness, the evil in their souls, always gave them away. Hunters were human, but they committed so many heinous acts in their mission to eradicate all werewolves that he could never sense any humanity in them. Just death and darkness. He heard Layla’s elevated heartbeat behind him and turned to look at her. Her grip was so tight on the rail that he could see the metal bending between her fingers. He turned back to Britney quickly and gave her a tight smile.

Changes happened twenty-seven years ago, which is also the year when Flint and Kasper were born. They also killed humans, but they only did it if they are harming them. They won't make a move first if humans won't attack them. The war between humans and werewolves happened because of that werewolf hunter. And Kasper and all the villagers believe that the peace in our village will only happen if they killed that hunter. Kasper stood up and begin to walk. But he stopped when someone bumped at him. "Oh! I'm sorry!" The lady said and start to pick up the books that fall on the ground. Kasper just help her pick up some of them.

His eyes caught the sight of bloodstains on the ground and a sinister smile came to his lips. In his left hand, he carried a rifle with a wooden handle with a silver head. It was so sharp that it glittered when stray rays of light from the moon shone upon it, behind the man were four other men holding the same rifle. They were hunters! Hunting for wolves! They were bloodthirsty hunters, hunting for wolves but how did they get to know wolves live here? ***

“I hope that they’re okay, but from the amount of blood on her, I’m guessing that they’re not.” “We should continue to the Ute,” Talen murmured breaking their reverie. “Hunters have always existed,” he continued, keeping his voice low and his head bowed towards Aislen as they headed towards the rear of Rhett’s shop. “Humans have always feared those unlike themselves, and although the supernatural world guards its existence well, it has not always been so. Between the occasional mistake and the continuance of the story of them, enough humans have continued to believe, and those who lose loved ones to us, often spend the remainder of their lives hunting us down in vengeance.