Grain Wagon Hunting Blind Novels & Stories

LYRA’S POV The bottom of the wooden wagon was hard, cold, and smelled like a hundred years of rotten oats and wet dog. I was buried under four heavy burlap sacks filled with grain, my face pressed against the rough floorboards. Every time the wagon hit a rut in the dirt road, my head bounced against the wood, sending a jolt of pain through my jaw. But I didn't move. I didn't even breathe when I could help it.

I couldn't hear much of their conversation, but I gathered enough to know they were wolves. Fear gripping me, I shuffled backwards, not caring where I was going. I just needed to get away from them. I could find a place to hide till morning. Using the pale light of the moon to find my way, I found myself in a wide, open space. The first thing my eyes caught was a weird but familiar vehicle I never even knew still existed; a jail wagon.

The sun was high in the sky as three Hunters silently made their way through the forest. The forest was not so dense, it provided more sight and also decreased the chances of getting ambushed by monsters. Matthew was in the lead as he was the one that knows the location of the goblin nest. Yuki and Rose followed not too close behind him. “We're getting close now.” Matthew said to them. As he said it, the fences were visible from where they were. With that now in sight, Matthew halted his steps.

The rumble of Blake's Ford Pickup filled the air as they traversed the graveled road that led them deeper into the heart of the Park. As they neared their destination, Blake's keen eyes scoured the surroundings for a suitable spot to conceal the pickup. A flicker of recognition sparked within him as he spotted a secluded area off the main road. It was a perfect hiding place, where the heavy foliage hung low to the ground, veiling their maroon vehicle from prying eyes.

On this day of the week, he'd leave the running of the Farm to his able wife, Martha. "Oh Caveman, oh, cavemann, will you teach me to hunt?" Gideon sang as he tapped out a matching rhythm on his steering with his fingers. The successful sale of his farm produce contributing to his incredibly good mood. But in his happy moment, he'd failed to see the lone figure lying right in the middle of the tarred road until he was very close. Managing to step on the brakes hard enough not to run whatever it was over, Gideon exited his truck armed with his shot gun and warily approached the form illuminated by the bright, blinding rays of his headlights.

"The Blind Hunt?" Chloe nodded grimly. "They are going to blindfold Calix and strip him of his sight, then release you into the densest, most treacherous part of the deep woods. You cannot track someone visually. The only way a male can find his female in the Blind Hunt is by locking onto her unique fated wolf scent. It’s a literal manifestation of the soul bond." She looked down at the purple vial. "But you don't have a wolf. Without a scent, you will be left out there forever, and the council will immediately know you lied. You'll be executed on the spot… And so will your mate, and I."

My soul was trembling in fear. The heartbeat kept on growing, fading. Over time the sound was increasing. A dusty window from where a gust of wind came caught my attention as I moved my head following it. Just at that moment, the flashlight fell on my eyes, and I glanced back at the entrance with a minimal gaze. I noticed a shadow standing in front of me, wearing a long white blanket and holding a lantern in one hand. "ARHHHHHH!" I screamed, rivalled by the blast of thunder and rain.

. In a few minutes they were on the trail, strung out for more than a mile. The point riders soon disappeared in the low brush. Lippy and the Spettle boys were with the wagon. With the dust so bad, they intended to keep the horses a fair distance behind. Bolivar sat on the wagon seat, his ten-gauge across his lap. In his experience trouble usually came quick, when it came, and he meant to keep the ten-gauge handy to discourage it. Newt had heard much talk of dust, but had paid little attention to it until they actually started the cattle. Then he couldn’t help noticing it, for there was nothing else to notice. The grass was sparse, and every hoof sent up its little spurt of dust. Before they

However, Sicily's figure disappeared so quickly that Harlan immediately dismissed the event and walked quickly to look for the blind woman. "Where are you, Blind!" Harlan stood outside the building, he spoke to his subordinates and gave orders to search for Sicily until he got her. "Quick, five minutes to find that woman!" Several subordinates began to spread out throughout the new building, but they couldn't find Sicily for quite some time. The blind woman seemed to have vanished into the wind. The failure of his subordinates made Harlan angry, he didn't want to know about all the efforts of his subordinates. Seeing her lover's attitude, Rhena walked over and hugged Harlan's arm possessivel

"There's an old hunting blind about half a mile east. Abandoned. Hidden. If we can reach it before they catch our scent..." "Then let's move." We ran. The snow was deep, exhausting, but fear pushed us forward. Stellan stayed close to me, his hand gripping mine, pulling me when I stumbled. Elif and the exiles moved with desperate speed. Cengiz led, his eyes fixed on some destination only he could see. Behind us, the howling grew closer. The hunting blind appeared suddenly—a small structure half-buried in snow, built into the side of a hill. It was old, clearly abandoned, but its walls were thick and its entrance well-hidden.