Grain Wagon Hunting Blind Novels & Stories

Where an entry referenced anything resembling a mark or a light during a ceremony, someone had gone through with ink and blotted it out so thoroughly the paper had worn thin from the scrubbing. Someone hadn’t wanted this history read. That thought sat colder in my chest than anything the priest had said. I was still turning the ledgers over when Callum returned that evening, faster than I expected, his expression already telling me the news before he opened his mouth. “There’s nothing there,” he said. “No cabin in the eastern hills past the grain mill. No river settlement to the south, no tracks, no ash from a fire. And the western stretch near Moberly hasn’t seen a single confirmed rogue si

As I stumbled down the path toward the dining hall, the morning air bit through my thin dress and settled cold against my skin. Gravel shifted beneath my shoes, every uneven stone mapped in my memory after years of walking this route half by instinct and half by stubbornness. Around me, pack members lowered their voices into the kind of hush meant to be heard. “There is the blind girl again.” “How embarrassing. She still hasn’t gotten her wolf.” “How can a wolf be blind?” “Such a joke.”

“Talk, Cruz. You’ve got us all standing here like prey. Who the hell did you see?” Cruz’s jaw flexed as he scanned the treeline again, like maybe the shadow would step out and name itself. “I didn’t see him. Not clearly. Just… felt it. Someone with the kind of patience you don’t find in Rafe’s dogs. Someone who wanted me to know they were there, without ever pulling a trigger.” Gray cursed, dragging a hand down his smoke-streaked face. “That ain’t a soldier. That’s a hunter.” Blade nodded sharply. “Exactly. And hunters don’t waste time unless they’re planning something.”

“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.

He'd make a great hunter in the coming year. "Your hearing is astounding, I can only hear the birds and squirrels but you can hear for miles. Although you may not be able to see what you hunt, you can smell and hear them." Kate said smiling as she watched her brother look at her happily, his sightless blue eyes gleaming with happiness.

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.