Caught In The Hunt Oblivion Novels & Stories

The hunt isn't coming. It's already here.

"Draeven must have unleashed the kennel-mutants, and they don't hunt by scent, they hunt by the frequency of the curse itself." The growling grew louder, coming from three different directions at once, and as I looked up toward the edge of the depression, I saw the first pair of glowing red eyes peering through the ferns. We were trapped in the Hollow, and the map-page in my hand began to pulse with a frantic, warning light that matched the frantic thudding of my heart as the hunters closed in.

Among the minions in the Hunt, they’d have creations designed to hunt down anyone or anything at the command of their masters and mistresses. Alrick struggled to catch his breath. His heart raced. He could taste his fear. Suddenly, a Shining One pointed to one of the Magic users. Then the Hunt collectively pounced on all the ritualists. They tore into them. Tearing them apart. Blood and gore were everywhere. Gods, it’s a slaughter. The shock from the sheer panic Alrick felt knocked him back. He fell back. The last thing he saw was a Fae monster running towards him before everything went black for him.

Testosterone boils around me due to his suspicious question. “My name is Jonathan,” Jonathan introduces himself in anticipation. “Hunter Blanco.” I keep looking like a clown as the two shake hands. “Shall we take a drive?” he asks me. I stare at him. It's not Jonathan! my conscience screams at me. “Yes.” I swallow the rock in my throat. I look at Jonathan. “Thank you for accompanying me here.” “Just don't spoil anything,” he alerts me and nods to his encouraging words. I climb into Hunter's big, silver truck. My mind wanders to the mirage I had in college a few months ago and could I swear it was this same car, or am I going crazy?

My voice sounded hollow, like it was coming from a deep cave. The three silver hunters didn't listen. They were built to follow the old Council’s laws, and their only goal was to kill the "Violet King" before he grew any stronger. They raised their glowing spears, the tips crackling with violet electricity. "Target: The Seed," the lead hunter droned. "Threat Level: Maximum. Execute." "You’ll have to go through me first," I hissed. I reached for the Star-Eater energy in my veins, but my body was too weak. The blood leaving my back was taking my power with it. I felt dizzy. The room began to spin.

My family’s training included psychological training to control basser urges so that situations like this wouldn’t affect us on a hunt. I’m the last Adio heir. I have always been top in my classes and expected to lead the guild. Yet here I am getting hard as Daniela uses her body as an interrogation weapon. Part of me is repulsed, reminding me not to mix with the supernatural. Yet another side is all for it.

He didn't appear to be upset to be joining his mate at all. Of the more than 3,000 omegas that had started The Hunt, only 243 were still unclaimed. That night, 243 Hunters returned to the castle and planned the next phase of their attack. Because, at this point in the game, their animalistic nature could do nothing less than attack.

RHETT Down one tunnel that leads to another, opening up into a cavern of stalagmites. It was a maze down here, but I kept chasing the light, just when I thought I had caught up to Leneve, the light would disappear down another dark turn. “Hunter!” Oliver yelled as I ran towards the soft glow once again. “Hunter!” He called louder, finally making me stop and turn to him. “What?” I asked abruptly, angered that he was holding me up from finding her.

“The Council is concerned. Unauthorized interference during a sanctioned Hunt is a problem. Unregistered chemicals. Four prey removed from the forest under your authority.” “Prey?” I repeated. Scott looked at me. “You know what the Hunt is.” “No,” I answered quickly. “I know what I was *told* it was.” I stepped closer to the table. “People were dragged into that forest.” “That's how the Hunt works,” Scott replied. “Not like that.” “You weren't there,” he snapped. “Neither were you.” Silence fell over the room. I turned to Darren. “You’ve seen this compound before? Where?”

Every step felt like walking on thin ice. Suddenly, a loud, static chime echoed through the entire sector. The massive holographic billboards hovering over the central plaza flickered from colorful advertisements to a bright, flashing red alert. High-frequency sirens began to blare from the watchtowers above. I stopped in my tracks, my heart slamming against my ribs as I looked up at the sky. My face was plastered across every floating screen in the lower city. SECTOR-WIDE MANHUNT: CROWN PRINCE THEODORE MISSING