Haunted Hunt Chapter 3 Novels & Stories

The truth was, I wanted to prepare more food in case Finn came back. When we gathered all the ingredients and walked into the yard, I saw a white shadow flashing in front of my eyes. It was as white as a ghost and I screamed out, "Ahhh!" At the same time, I heard the scream of someone else, "Ahhh!" It wasn't Darren's voice. It was high-pitched, trembling, coming from behind the tombstone of the hunter! Had the hunter got back to life? Did he crawl out of his grave? It was impossible! His body had already been dismembered.

Their desperation escalated into a frenzy. "Hahaha! Come on! Drink my blood!" Chase laughed wildly, standing there as if he had forgotten that he was supposed to be the hunter. He remained motionless, allowing the beasts to sink their fangs into his flesh, tearing at him in a savage frenzy. Yet, his expression never changed. Thirty minutes later, a colossal Ghost Boar King emerged, stepping into the clearing. Seeing the scene before it, the beast let out an enraged bellow, its giant eyes fixed on Chase with murderous intent.

The question was, how much time did they have? ~~~~~~~~ Like Zinnia, Aquina stayed huddled into the warm fur of the body racing underneath her. The wind and snow whipped at them and she had found it impossible to keep her eyes open anyway. It seemed to her that they were running to something instead away from the horror behind them. Then she heard the howl. She felt Beecher’s answering howl deep in his chest before she heard it. His whole body tensed and rumbled before the sound permeated the air. Countless howls answered. They had found his people.

His jaws were chiseled and he had a face that even the gods would be jealous of, but before the man could even open his mouth to speak. A flying kick landed right in his temple sending him crashing into the ground, Genevieve screamed in horror as she didn’t know what even made Hazel act like this man was some monster from some folklore. “I said get your filthy paws off Lady Genevieve!” Hazel shouted, embracing the much smaller Genevieve in her arms like a mother protecting her child but Hazel’s stern face soon loosened up and contorted into one of fear the moment she realized he wasn’t moving. “Y-You killed him!” Genevieve screamed at Hazel, and they both began freaking out because they knew

A loud howl echoed through the forest. Close. Far too close. The injured woman began shaking. Ronan moved toward the door. His hand dropped to the knife at his belt. Another howl followed. Then another. Then dozens more. Surrounding the cabin. A cold knot formed in Seraphina's stomach. Because whatever was out there... Had already found them. End of Chapter Three

Then, the forest came to life. From these trees, the deep shadows emerged. The low rumble of a dozen more engines roared to life as more men emerged from the trees to circle the Crimson Sparrow pack completely. Henrique Crimson Sparrow turned pale. “Are we ready to talk business now?” I said sweetly. Henrique scoffed, trying to cover his fear. He pounded his fist on his helmet. “You think this scares me? Letting them waltz in here?” “Yes, considering you were generous to waltz into my territory,” I blurted.

So I stayed under the oak tree, watching the moon crawl across the sky, waiting for dawn. But dawn brought more than sunlight. I felt them before I saw them, a ripple in the threads, a disturbance in the web. I was on my feet, my power flaring, scanning the tree line. They emerged from the forest like shadows given form. Old powers, not the massive ones from the battle, but smaller, faster, smarter. Hunters. Three of them, moving in perfect formation, their eyes fixed on me. "Luca Thorne." The middle one spoke, its voice like grinding stones. "The fragment, the piece, he wants you."

And Samantha, composed until now, thrashed wildly as earthworms rained down upon her face. Hunter was certain she wasn’t there. He bolted back to the car, barking at the driver to head to the next cemetery. An hour passed, his mind stuck on Chloe. What kind of nightmare was she trapped in? His chest tightened as he scanned the cemetery grounds, zeroing in on the mausoleums. He took off running.

Here’s Chapter 20 – Echoes of Betrayal for Ghost on the Highway, taking the story to its most intense, emotional, and shocking point yet, with a cliffhanger that will leave readers desperate for the next instalment. --- CHAPTER TWENTY – ECHOES OF BETRAYAL The scrapyard was a war zone. Flames licked the steel carcasses of old cars, sending twisted shadows dancing across the asphalt. Smoke choked the night, curling around everything like a living thing. My chest burnt, every breath a struggle, but I couldn’t stop. I couldn’t look away. Saint hovered above the wreckage, eyes glowing red, untouchable, like some god of vengeance. And beside him… Elena. Alive. Smiling. The betrayal cut deeper than

"He took my life, my identity, and now he's living with my name, my degrees. How can I just let that go?" I gave his back a comforting pat and met his gaze. "In a few days, when the weird end of days rolls in, we'll make him pay." Jim gave a small nod, his skin cooling down, no longer fired by my blood. Right then, I noticed something odd, the weak Haunts that had barely any strength were suddenly frantically feasting on my leftover blood. Their once translucent bodies filled with vigor as they started to circle and swoop around me. "I've got a plan!"