Caught In The Hunt Oblivion Novels & Stories

Omar! It felt like realisation hit her like a derailed freight train. Omar was walking straight towards Lucas. Lucas was close by, and it was him and his companions that had been hunting them down. But why? Was he working with Alpha Nathaniel to help capture them? That didn't matter right now. Not when Lucas's eyes suddenly focused on Omar and the realisation that he had been caught struck Omar. Chloe practically felt Omar's heart sink into his stomach as his blood ran cold. It felt like time had been frozen while the two males stared at each other. It was too late. There was no escape, but Chloe desperately clung to the hope Omar could make it out of this.

"We hunt." ​

“I can’t wait.” A horn sounded, the sound so loud it echoed off the mountains. The hunt had begun. Damon and I moved quickly into the forest together, fallen leaves and pine needles crunching beneath our feet. The morning sun barely penetrated the thick canopy, casting everything in a greenish twilight. Other hunters crashed through the underbrush around us, their eagerness making them careless. I heard a howl as one person lost control and shifted, and then a shout: “Disqualified! Return to the main grounds!”

’ Varun mumbled as he left the hall. Inside Glitch, In the middle of the Ghost Valley, a group of 15 hunters were hiding in several distinct places. They all had weakened their traces and blended themselves in the surrounding area. Each of them was extremely efficient in their camouflage and ready to pledge an ambush in a heartbeat. Out of those 15, one of them was Archie Foster.

“It’s not done. Something else watched that fight. It learned. It’s patient. And it’s still out there.” At the plantation, Lucien lay on the porch, soaked and exhausted. The floodwaters slowly receded, leaving splintered wood and mud in their wake. Sparks of residual energy sizzled weakly around the lattice of wards. He could feel the burn of every second he held the Echo of Dominion—but he was alive. The High Hunter was gone—or so it seemed. Red eyes that had glimmered in the flood now stared dimly from the shadows. Somewhere, deep in the storm’s aftermath, a low hiss echoed, promising that the night’s true dangers were far from over.

My stomach dropped. "What?" He nodded. "I hired investigators to find you after you dared to run from me that morning. It took them a week to find you." Something was slamming hard against my rib cage in a really violent way. I knew what it was. My heart. "I found out who you were—Matteo Leone, a twenty three year old bisexual man, living in your father's house like a prisoner." He leaned forward slightly. "I learned everything about you—your urm... useless family, and your situation within hours of funding you."

“Earis will destroy the world after the death of a dragon and a newborn! The hunters will bring Carnage unlike any we've ever seen before and your perfect Luna will lead us to our deaths!” A loud static ringing buzzed inside my head. HXP protocol from the hunters, checked. Dragon, checked. Soon to be newborn, checked! WE'RE DOOMED!

Willow added. The intercom crackled. "Welcome to The Crimson Hunt! Our most challenging world yet! Specially designed for our favorite troublemakers!" The cheerful voice took on a darker edge. "The Hunters have been tracking deadies for millennia. They've never failed. You'll be their first failure... or their next meal. Either way, it'll be entertaining! Now RUN!" The bus doors exploded outward. We were thrown into the darkness, hitting wet ground that smelled like blood and decay. I scrambled to my feet. The bus was already gone, disappeared into the fog. Around us, the red eyes were moving. Getting closer.

Together we three would forge this last frail chance and let gods decide the rest. Camouflaged by May's clever tricks, we ghosted ever nearer the city's crumbling perimeter while Hunter slipped ahead as diversion. My eyes never left Scar's terrible blackened shape soaring angrily overhead. Sick recognition stirred seeing such catastrophic power chained to chaos again at my unwitting behest. Never again, I fiercely swore. Whatever lay beyond today, this depraved cycle ended now and forever!

My scent—that dormant, suppressed essence of mint and rain—exploded into the stagnant air of the tunnel. I felt it before I heard it. A collective intake of breath from the darkness ahead. The hunters had found their mark. "Now!" I screamed. Julian didn't wait. He lunged into the dark, a blur of raw, supernatural power. "Left! Two o'clock! Low!" I shouted, the thermal feed showing the first hunter raising a weapon. I watched through the blue-tinted lens as Julian’s silhouette collided with the first cold spot. There was no growl, no roar—just the wet, sickening crunch of bone and the hiss of a suit being torn open.