Novel & Cerita Caught In The Hunt Oblivion

POV RUBY The silence of the abyss was no longer empty. It was pressurized, heavy with the presence of the thing tailing us through the subterranean currents. On the sonar screen, the signature was a pulsing, ethereal violet—a mirror image of the light that lived in my own veins. The Cónclave hadn't just built a hunter; they had engineered a bloodhound that could track a soul through four hundred meters of rock and freezing water.

It was beautiful and terrible and achingly lonely. When the howl faded, Silvain's amber eyes swept the clearing, and for one heart stopping moment, Marina thought he was looking directly at her. But his gaze passed over her hiding place without pausing, and she released a breath she had not realized she was holding. Kael Ironfang, Silvain's second in command, stepped forward. He was nearly as large as Silvain, his dark grey fur marked with old battle scars. "The Blood Moon rises full," he announces, his voice loud across the clearing. "The Hunt begins. Unmated females, take your places. Males, the chase is yours to win. But remember, she who is caught must choose to be caught. Force has no p

Finally, with one last desperate attempt to break free, the brute collapsed, lifeless. Hunter stepped off the brute’s back, his breathing heavy but controlled. He kicked the body aside, sending it sprawling to the ground. Then, he turned his gaze to Giovanni’s group. For a moment, Giovanni froze, his smirk fading as he caught sight of Hunter’s face. His eyes had changed—now glowing with a striking golden hue, tinged with emerald, burning with fury. Despite the punishment he had endured earlier, Hunter stood tall, his presence commanding and unbroken.

“Then we make sure they never get the chance to claim you.” The Hunt Begins It was past midnight when we heard it. Howls. Low, mournful, carrying across the trees like a death song. “They’ve started hunting,” Roman said grimly. I clutched the pendant, its weight heavier than ever. “Then let’s give them a hunt they’ll never forget.” And for the first time, despite the fear, despite the betrayal, a fire lit inside me that no one—Silver Ash or otherwise—was going to put out.

He’s the one that they’re after. And this is how I die if I don’t get us to the damn portal soon. It’s only that thought that spurs me on even faster, digging as deep as I can as I hop a small stream and swerve around a huge tree. That’s when I see the clearing… And the leader of the Hunt surrounded by several hellhounds standing right in the middle. Fuck! They’re waiting for us. I link to Blaise. “Shit!” he cries out.

Their bodies are found at the bottom of a ravine or in scattered pieces due to the wildlife taking advantage of a free, easy meal. My fingers slip away from everything I try and fail to grab at, wet from the rain. What does eventually stop me, is a large boulder when the side of my head smacks into it, knocking me unconscious. The sickening ‘crack’ sound of my skull connecting with the edge of the massive rock jutting from the earth shoots through every bone in my body accompanied by blinding pain. That's the last thing I remember before the world sinks away into darkness.

Just a large shape dissolving into darkness. Shadow surged within me. *HUNT. CHASE. KILL.* His fury was the same as my own, but I forced him down. *No. Hazel first.* Every instinct screamed to pursue, to tear apart whoever had done this, but I couldn't leave her. Not like this.

“My hunger partially quenched, I began to realize the depth of my situation. I had heard campfire talk of creatures that roamed the night, immortals that survived on human blood. I raged in anger and ran further from the camp. I might not be able to reach Valhalla, but I would not deprive another soldier of his glory. I learned to sleep during the day, hidden away under fallen brush where the scalding sun could not torture me. At night, I would hunt to fill my belly, but the want of human blood was driving me towards madness. “I lost all interest in the war my brethren fought. The only thing I craved was blood. The lack of it drove me to the brink of insanity. As soon as I feasted, I

I grumbled. “Look, we can’t dance around this. We need to find this thing and either run it out of town, or kill it. I’d prefer to capture it so we can figure out what it is and how it might be affecting humans. So tonight, we hunt.” Jack groaned, but Mack smiled and rubbed his hands together. “Yes.” Charlie just watched me. “Where?” I tried to act casual. “It’s been sighted in the woods around the library several times. Let’s start there and see where the night leads us.”

...Hunter POV... I felt like pulling out my hair. For what seemed like the twentieth time now, the Huntress, whoever she was, had managed to foil my plans. I didn't know who this Huntress was, but she was driving me insane. No matter what I did, she always seemed to be one step ahead of me. Earlier on, I sent my men out to capture another lead. We had been tailing him for a week and found an opportunity to grab him discreetly. He was a minister of the government and was known for taking handouts. Making him an easy target for Silvio.