Hunt Or Hunted Novels & Stories

“Man, it was a fucking shit show. The Riding Hoods rustled up some asanbosam—closest thing to real-life vampires you’ll ever see. Picture a bare-ass monkey with huge claws and bigger teeth. They turned them loose on an entire village. Killed everyone—men, women, kids. Even the pets. Drained fucking dry.” Gael folded too, and Nathan called. I took the pot. “What the hell were they trying to accomplish?” I asked, passing three cards to Dev. “Asanbosam are solitary hunters. Why band together?” Tomas scowled. “It was a distraction. And it worked. We were so busy chasing those freaks through the jungle, we completely missed what the damn mummies were actually doing.” “Did you figure it out?” Gael

There was no fear, only expectation. "This is the best type of hunt!" he exclaimed, his grin only growing wider as he continued. "When the predator…becomes prey!"

Ramsy boasted. Delta Ramsy mustered little heed to Higgins' pitiful state as the spat to the soon to-be corpse in his wake. Hunters were members of the resistance, who were mostly humans that had their only goal to be liberating their people and domineering the greater mass of carnivorous beast that desired to usurp any attempts they made to establish a system like theirs or breed enough to try. Higgins' life was dangling on a thin thread, his hands laid across the two ends of the baracade by chains anchored to his wrists and a weakened resolve from that death that just insisted on taking its time before truly drawing the life out of him.

“Only when he needs to be,” “Then tell me, why hasn't he ended that tradition of yours, the one where he found you? That thing you talked about where they hunt you girls down,” Did he hear that? How had he not been caught for this long? This was beyond weird, he should've been noticed. “The Hunt,” I said. He nodded and pointed. “That’s the one. Guess you don't mind that your sister will be participating,” I gritted my teeth. “She won’t,”

"But it was worth it if it means we can take down those creatures." Marcus nodded, feeling a sense of determination rising in him. "Let's do this." The night of the hunt arrived, and Marcus, Jackson, and a group of their best fighters set out into the woods. They had set up traps and were armed with their silver weapons, ready for whatever came their way. As they walked through the trees, they heard a low growling sound coming from ahead of them. They signaled to each other to move forward, and soon they saw the creatures in the distance.

“But there are levels to this game, Henrique.” I took a step forward. “Return the shipment you hijacked. Or be ready to be torn alive.” Henrique spat on the ground near my boot. He laughed, taunting me. “Go on. I dare you. Do your worst.” I tilted my head. “As you wish.” I didn’t even have to signal. The clearing erupted into a total disorder. Bodies collided; the sound of fists hitting the enemy’s flesh; the snarls of wolves filling the air.

Racing towards my teams trap I didn’t notice when he appeared Infront of me, skidding to a stop I dropped down and narrowly avoided his clutches, I rolled to the side jumped up and got close enough to my team to know that he was surrounded. Our target Prince Dagon was a ruthless killer and thousands of years old, not that he showed it. I braced myself for his attack, but he paused and looked at me, confused. “Why do you run from me? You are my Bride.”

There was no time that I wouldn't have to skip town. I began to remember the things he had told me about my supposed relatives, and I got uncomfortable. Whatever powers they had, I did not have them, yet I was being hunted because I was related to them. I wondered what their power was. Oscar told me that a Hunter could match their strength and their skill, yet I was fragile compared to him, and he could easily snap me into two.

Victor and the members of the hunt prowl through the streets of the city, searing for their prey. They sniff the air and follow their instincts, seeking their other halves, the partners with whom they will consummate their hunt. For those amongst his parties who are mated pairs, this means their partners, who will be attending Amelia’s simultaneous bachelorette. For those who are unmated and unmarried, it means finding the someone who will slake their desires that evening, an as-yet unidentified quarry.

Away they went. Three hours had elapsed, yet the tournament raged on. The Red Moon pack held its lead, though the Dark of the Gods pack was a close second. In the third game, referred to as the hunt, both teams would venture into the woods together with ropes for hiding and seeking. The hunt begins with a gunshot once they've found their hiding place. Whoever gets tired will lose, and the winner will have to bring the loser to the front to see everyone in the crowd. When it was Dawn turn, she wasted no time finding a place to hide. Her familiarity with the area allowed her to pinpoint the best hiding places. What excited her most about the hunting game was competing against Malachi, her best