Grain Wagon Hunting Blind Novels & Stories

I couldn't give them the satisfaction. The wagon lurched over another rut in the road, and I bit down hard on my lip, tasting copper. Around me in the darkness, I could hear others breathing. Survivors, maybe. Or prisoners like me. The heavy canvas covering the wagon blocked out everything, sight, sound, even scent. All I could feel was pain and the rhythmic creak of wheels on dirt.

Harlan never learned when to retreat. He fell back into his own truck bed when I howled white howl, scrambled over my mother who was now free of rope and tape and gasping, over Kaden who was sitting with bleeding neck, over Lena who was holding a silver net that was too small for white wolves but big enough for one brown lone mother. He grabbed rifle from under tarp. Old rifle, not Council silver rifle, just brown wolf rifle that shoots lead, not silver, because Harlan never could afford Council silver rifles.

“Let’s go hunt.” The ride is a blur of mud and wind. We push the horses hard, eating up the miles to the western ridge. The rain has started again, a cold drizzle that turns the world gray. We crest the ridge and look down into the gorge, already knowing from the smell that we’re close. Kieran pulls his horse up so hard it rears. It’s a slaughterhouse. The wagon is overturned, burning sluggishly in the rain. The bodies of the patrol are scattered across the road. It wasn’t a fight, it was an execution.

The Blue Mountain Pack warriors had also been covered with the spray too making it almost impossible to track them. It was weird for Art to know that his host knew nothing of sight since he was blind, but he could still not see through Art's mind. Only Art was granted with some sight when in control. However, even in the mind form Nolan was not able to see most of the battle, but the hearing of the battle was as clear as day. Alpha Nolan listened in horror as his wolf inflicted multiple wounds on the innocent warriors who Art believed held Natalie as captive, but Alpha Nolan knew that this peaceful pack did not keep Natalie here against her will unless it was mandatory.

Like I said this day was the day that I had a very unfortunate accident. I had decided to let my fox take over and was happy to know that I would always have a friend to lean on, to talk to when I was alone or in pain. A friend that could never turn me away and leave me to face the abuse. A friend that I still have today. It was during these moments that I remembered that these were hunting woods and that it was autumn meaning that the woods would be lined with hunter traps. Then I saw the gleaming of a silver thread and my friend was heading right towards it. I began to scream but it was too late, I felt the sting then the overwhelming pain of my eyes being pierced by the wire. I yowled in

The moon was full and bright, casting an eerie glow across the landscape. His hunt was not for animal prey, but for something much more dangerous. Damon had been tasked with hunting down rogue humans who had been causing trouble in the nearby town. As he ran, he felt a sudden presence beside him. A celestial spirit, one of the guardians of the pack, appeared out of nowhere, blocking his path. Damon was caught off guard by her sudden appearance, and he bristled defensively. But the spirit simply looked at him with a calm, steady gaze, and spoke softly.

V Old Nana said we are going in the next two hours, I was lying down on my and Liza's bed, and the thought of his Majesty being blind hasn't left my mind, since I eavesdropped on his discussion with the physician. How come his wolf is blind? Was he cursed by the moon goddess? Was that the reason why he always acts cruelly? I guess the moon goddess decided to favor me, I am gonna frustrate his life now that I know that his wolf is blind, he will regret taking me in as his personal slave. "Hey what are you thinking about?" Liza asked and I fake a frown. "What did you mean? Did I look like I am thinking about something?" I asked and she clear her throat....

Going in blind wasn’t a good idea. But still, how could he wait? “Chase is walking around town to make sure we don’t get any surprises when we go in. I’ll walk around the perimeter,’ Dylan continued. The truck that took Gavin went through double gates. The Hunters didn’t mess with their security, it seemed. This was the first time he’d ever seen a Hunter base, but he was willing to bet anyone who saw one didn’t live to tell any tales. ‘I’ll go around the perimeter. Go and meet up with Chase.’

I spot a row of abandoned vehicles a short distance away and decide that hiding among them might be my best bet. I make my way to the vehicles, staying low and moving as silently as possible. My breath is visible in the cold air, and I can hear my own heartbeat pounding in my ears. I crouch behind a dilapidated van, peering out to keep an eye on the warehouse. I need to ensure that no one has seen me or is searching for me outside. As I wait, I see a few hunters moving around the perimeter, their flashlights cutting through the darkness. They’re searching, but they don’t seem to have discovered my escape yet. I take this as a small victory and use the opportunity to gather my thoughts.

Mile was fully loaded with automatic machine guns. His personal favorite was the Riffle Gilboa Snake. It was a double barrel with two chambers. And Paul Muschick. Pittsburgh gun. They were fully loaded to kill each and every one who dared to hurt his son. They were gathered at a T Junction after 4 hours of city hunting. Mile, Natt, Noah, Conrad and Daniel, they all stepped out. So far they had no clue of Benjamin. Conrad's men failed to trace too. They tracked all CCTV's but all they could find was a double cabin jeep. And the number was fake as expected.