Novel & Cerita Hunt Or Hunted

he says as they all came together and started moving to the place the exams would hold. "Now, as you all know, Adventurers are people who find valuable things and bring them back, either to sell them, or keep them for themselves. Most adventurers move in groups that they call party, due to the fact that most of them are not that strong when it comes to fighting beasts. And sometimes the Adventurers recruit a few Hunters to make the group strong" "Meanwhile, Hunters are those people who battle monsters, their major jobs are to fight and kill beasts, and most times they move on their own. Only a few Hunters have a group and unlike the Adventurers, they most times protect people from beasts"

Although, it gets a little too rated R for me on the last day. It's when all unmated wolves participate in the hunt if they want. The males chase a female they like and lay claim to their carnal desires for the night. It made me blush when Percy explained what a hunt was for shifters. Apparently, vampires also have hunts of their own, but they usually end in taking the person back to their den and bonding them to the vampire. I certainly never want to be hunted. Metaphorically chased? Yes. Hunted? No! "It's getting late, we had better head to your mom's house." I told Ares, who was actually laughing a second ago.

Not even close. The hunt had begun.

The memory of his words slithered through me, his voice still echoing from that night when he marked me. "Run, little boy, run, because when we find you, we will hunt." "Promised? I have no idea what you’re talking about! I was running from my pack when you found me—they were going to kill me, I swear," he pleaded, but I didn't buy it. Couldn't. I knew his kind too well, knew what they lived for. They loved the thrill of the hunt, and I was just one more piece of prey.

She said, trying to remember the vague of memory, “I'm hunting-” “The hell misty!” “My lady should let me finish my words please?” She giggled, kinda amuse. “And what's wrong hunting if it's for the love of my life?” “How can hunting be related to love, Misty?” My mind spun to the idea, given a destructive results if relates the act to love. She shiver, and somehow a thing last night came to her mind. She murmured, “So if ever, I was hunt... for love?” Misty's eyes widened. “Are you being hunt, my lady?”

"We hunt." ​

As if bleeding before giving birth was an everyday thing for me. A new year has arrived, but old commitments remain: Hunter, with the second nomination for the Best Player award, wins more sponsors and consequently more parties, photoshoots and commercials, not that I don’t like to see him looking all hot in the photos showing the six-pack, but I feel terrible around him for not having the little perfect body that I had before.

And he was hunting. -----

As if knowing my attention was on him, he said silently, "This is the last time you lie to me." Swallowing, I shifted my gaze to the window. Moments dragged by before I rested my forehead on the pane, looking at the thick forests we drove past. Why did he even care anyway? I would have gotten even worse wounds from the torture he would've had his men inflict on me. Through the review mirror, I caught sight of the long line of cars behind us. The Hunt usually spanned a period of just two days. Two days of violently hunting down wild games. The Hunt was a largely anticipated event and I failed to see how something so dangerous could be looked forward to. And not to mention, they'd be killing i

he trailed off I couldn't believe I was talking about the supernatural so easily as if a week ago I hadn't been questioning their existence. I nodded following along, "And hunters?" "Hunters and Finders are more similar. A finder can easily become a hunter and vice-versa" "So what's the difference?" I asked. "Hunters are...” He trailed off his eyes becoming darker, "horrid really, they hunt the supernatural." "Hunt? Like, kill?" I asked suddenly feeling alarmed.