Caught In The Hunt Oblivion Novels & Stories

I tried to ignore the way it warmed my bones. “So how do I deal with the hunt?” I said, more so to distract myself. “I see you called them off this morning. But that clearly can’t last forever.” Valentin blocked my first jab. “It’s a temporary solution,” he countered with a high kick to my bicep. I dodged it with a quick step then countered with a rib punch. He blocked that. “The only way you’ll beat the Hunt is to defeat the one who initiated it.” “Kairos,” I said and threw another jab. Another block. “How do I beat him?”

### The Geography of the Hunt In the war room of the Apex Suites, Rhys had replaced the local maps with a global heat-map. Thousands of tiny, violet pulses dotted the Northern Hemisphere—the signatures of the "Glitched" and "Abyssal" shifters who had been touched by Elara’s frequency. Overlapping these dots were sharp, red icons: the Fenris Strike Teams.

## Chapter 90: The Dead Zone The forest didn't feel like a sanctuary anymore. It felt like a **Gilded Cage**. The moment I touched the "Vespera" pulse, the atmosphere changed. The air grew heavy with a metallic static, and the birds stopped singing. The trees themselves seemed to lean away from me, sensing the ancient, devouring darkness that had taken root in my chest. "They're coming," I said, my voice vibrating with a frequency that made the nearby creek ripple. "Not the bots. Not the 'Defaults'. The **Hunters**."

He couldn't even stand. Just when it looked like the ragdoll was going to beat him to death, it suddenly stopped and grabbed my hand. Then it used my fingers to lift the knife he had dropped and plunged it straight into his heart. The familiar system chime echoed. [Player Franklin Hanson has been eliminated.] My balance shot up by several hundred coins. My eyes sparkled. "Bunny, you're amazing! You even let me have the kill." The chat exploded. [Weren't these two supposed to be weak monsters? I left for a minute, and now they're so strong!]

I watched for a moment before walking toward my door. As I was shutting it, I heard Elena whisper, “Go get your man, Auntie.” I shook my head. That girl was a disaster walking, and I absolutely adored the organized chaos that was Elena. I quietly crept down the stairs before slipping out the back door and into the forest. I stopped beneath his tree, looking up, scanning the tree for him but not finding him. “I know you’re here, ‘Sprey. I can feel you.” He sighed as he swung himself down out of the tree. “Hey, Scarlett. I was just leaving. I was hunting a squirrel. They’re fast and good to hunt to keep myself fresh and-”

"I won't let them harm us." Aunt Cleo's voice sliced through the air like a warning bell, her words laced with urgency and gravity. "Aqua, you need to grasp the true threat of the coven. They're not just ordinary casters. Each possesses unique abilities, ranging from unnaturally swift regeneration and inhuman strength to the sinister power to manipulate creatures and even people, turning them into spies. Some even boast of an unnerving form of immortality, extending their lives far beyond the natural order. And worst of all, they have the terrifying capability to absorb the powers of other casters."

Must be a higher official's son. "Nice strategy but that won't work. You will easily be surrounded if you all clump together during a fight.", Clayton is talking about their stance. They must have thought staying together would make them a stronger force... Which is stupid for him. His eyes went pitch black while standing to let them know who he is. "H-hunter ...", One of the kids,probably their leader, finally recognized him. At least they still know what his eyes project. Hunters. That's what they call them. Creatures created to balance humanity and vampires. They are basically halves of each sides. They can eat like humans in a normal basis. They could also drink blood if they feel like i

His heart pounded like a war drum, every beat a prayer that he wouldn’t be too late. --- Scene 1: The Hunt Begins The forest was unrecognizable. Black vines twisted through the trees, pulsing like veins in diseased flesh. The moonlight above struggled to pierce the suffocating darkness. Aiden drew his sword, the blade humming with sacred light. “Caelum!” he shouted into the void. “Fight it! Don’t let the shadows win!” A low growl answered him. Aiden froze as a monstrous figure emerged from the trees—its eyes twin orbs of violet flame. It wasn’t Caelum. Not anymore.

I had never felt as complete in my entire life as I did right then. It was hard for me to think about going back to the pack because of the danger that lurked within Dark Moon’s borders. However, I would keep her safe one way or another. I would destroy anyone who tried to harm her. The good news was that Dante, a guy named Chris, and a Light Fae named Pylorna would be there to help. Dante’s gift let him see what the eyes could not and would be the best option to sniffing out our traitors.

@dog_food_cicada__: "Ok! for the people who want context. Here you go: Recently, There was a collaborative hunt organized by the Green boards. Four major clans took part in it: Clan Gaia, Clan Ghost Ravens, Clan Phoenix Gods, and the White Clan as well. However, none of them anticipated that this would be the most embarrassing hunt of their life. Apart from these clans there were several individual and clanless parties also joined bringing the total of 157 hunters. Now the interesting part is that one of those clanless parties was called 'Eye of Rha'. I don't know exactly what this party was thinking but on that day they were out for blood. There were a lot of things that happened that day.