Caught In The Hunt Oblivion Novels & Stories

HUNTER I thought it ended there, i really thought it did, but when the heart get too invested in something, it kills the soul and don’t let it be until it’s crushed completely I wanted mine dead at all cost I wanted to be able to look at him and feel nothing I wanted to be normal again, to be peaceful, to hate him, or at least see him as other human beings, like the rest of my teammate, like the rest of the motherfuckers that exist in this school

"The Sacred Hunt. An enchanted stag has been released into the Deep Woods. You must track it, capture it, and bring it back alive. Unharmed. You have until sunset." "What makes it enchanted?" I asked. "It can sense predators. Moves faster than natural deer. Leaves false trails. Some say it can become invisible." He smiled coldly. "Three previous Lunas failed this trial. Two gave up. One was killed by natural predators while chasing the stag into dangerous territory." "Encouraging." I looked at the forest. Dark. Deep. Full of things that could kill me. "You may begin." Marcus stepped back. I took a breath and ran into the woods.

"Keep it steady!" I regained my footing between the bags, aimed, then took another two shots. One hit his upper arm, the other his shoulder, but he kept coming, unfazed by the gushing holes. I shifted my weight onto my other foot and grinned. I might not have stopped him, but the Thornblood dipped bullets had punctured him, binding shade and host to the same satisfying fate. I fired one last time, hitting him strait between his soulless eyes.

Voice that shouldn't exist but did anyway because some truths transcended comfortable assumptions about what was possible. "Luna!" the voice called. Not Caleb. Not Miguel through reincarnation. Something else. Someone else. Another soul tied to mine. Another bond waiting. Another mate who'd been trapped in otherworld instead of dying completely. Hunter. Fourth mate who wasn't Darius. Original bond from first year. Soul stolen instead of killed. Trapped instead of destroyed. Waiting instead of gone forever.

"Instead, you should be worried about yourselves. You come to me in broad daylight. There's no way you are going to shift. You will be risking the secrecy of werewolves and you are not that stupid." "Oh, yeah," I growled, taking a step forward to Hunt. "Take another step and your head comes off," someone yelled from behind I and Hathor. Definitely one of Hunt's men. Hathor swung to action, so did I. She turned and disarmed the hunter behind us. Hunt let out a few shots which I dodged and blocked by overturning the living room table. With my supernatural speed, I moved swiftly to grab his neck. I had calculated every step to be taken or so I thought. And in few seconds, my hands were wrapped

𝙈𝙤𝙨𝙩 𝙜𝙤𝙙𝙨 𝙩𝙝𝙧𝙤𝙬 𝙙𝙞𝙘𝙚, 𝙗𝙪𝙩 𝙁𝙖𝙩𝙚 𝙥𝙡𝙖𝙮𝙨 𝙘𝙝𝙚𝙨𝙨, 𝙖𝙣𝙙 𝙮𝙤𝙪 𝙙𝙤𝙣'𝙩 𝙛𝙞𝙣𝙙 𝙤𝙪𝙩 𝙩𝙞𝙡 𝙩𝙤𝙤 𝙡𝙖𝙩𝙚 𝙩𝙝𝙖𝙩 𝙝𝙚'𝙨 𝙗𝙚𝙚𝙣 𝙥𝙡𝙖𝙮𝙞𝙣𝙜 𝙬𝙞𝙩𝙝 𝙩 𝙬𝙤 𝙦𝙪𝙚𝙚𝙣𝙨 𝙖𝙡𝙡 𝙖𝙡𝙤𝙣𝙜. – 𝙏𝙚𝙧𝙧𝙮 𝙋𝙧𝙖𝙩𝙘𝙝𝙚𝙩𝙩. The hunt night was exhilarating for her as she finally had peacefully killed her prey, hearing his sobs, his cries, threats and pleads even. Begging for his corrupt life and even trying to bribe his way out but nothing would've satisfied Maya except for the death of someone who sucked the blood of innocents.

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The Hunt Miguel's howl echoed across the Shadowlands. It wasn't merely the cry of an Alpha. It was the roar of a mate whose other half had been torn away. The sound rolled through the mountains, shaking birds from their nests and sending wolves in every direction into uneasy silence. Inside the fortress, every warrior froze. Kael picked up the broken silver crystal from the tunnel floor and examined it carefully. "It's warm." Evelyn knelt beside him. "Moonstep Crystal."

"He says your injuries are severe and orders you to withdraw from The Hunt immediately. He also said you can go to his ward privately if you need anything..." "I'm not withdrawing." I cut her off. I was going to win. I wasn't entering The Hunt to prove anything to Damien. I was doing this for myself. I wanted freedom. Complete, absolute freedom. The day of the competition finally arrived. The arena was packed—Black Moon, Red Moon, Silver Claw, Frost Fang. Nearly every pack in the Northern Territory had sent representatives. The Hunt was the Alliance's oldest tradition, drawing crowds rivaling a war. The rules were simple: enter the Black Forest. Survive three days. Find "Moon Goddess Tears"—

They stopped before me, the engines coming off one after the other. Henrique Crimson Sparrow took off his helmet, his short strawberry blonde visible under the full moon's light. He had a scar running down his chin. He smiled, stepping off his bike. “You nuts have a death wish, Xavier? Coming here alone?” I smiled back, a cold smile devoid of any humor. “Who says I’m alone?” Henrique Crimson Sparrow looked confused, and looked around the space. Henrique followed my movements with his eyes. Then, the forest came to life.