Hunt The Villain Novels & Stories

Backs together, covering angles. "Valentina Corvino." The lead hunter's voice is calm despite watching three teammates die. "Lord Mordaunt wants you alive. Surrender and we'll leave the wolves alone." "Fuck Mordaunt." Valentina throws the holy water vial. It shatters against the hunter's chest. He screams as the blessed liquid burns through his clothes, into his skin. I circle right. Tom goes left. Classic pack tactics. The hunters track us with rifles. Waiting for clear shots.

“I still cannot believe it was your grandson who sent us on that miserable hunt all those centuries ago.” Herodis turned to Ottai. "You hunted your own grandson?" “Amusement tugged at Ottai’s mouth. “Vladya and I were investigating a notorious killer at the time, and the trail led us to the infamous Arrow-Eyed Hunter, who had apparently captured the male for a bounty.” “We needed to learn who had placed the bounty,” Vladya explained. “That information would have led us to the criminal we were after.” “Oh, yes.” Ottai nodded, memory brightening in his eyes. “So we turned our attention to the bounty hunter. Only we could never catch him. Every trail ended in nothing. Every witness remembered t

"You're the only one who keeps finding reasons for her. 'She only wanted to be mistaken for Sofia.' 'They copied what they could see.' Everyone else is hunting a villain, Miss Raines, and you keep describing a person." I opened my mouth, and nothing came out. "Saturday," Rico said. "The Don reads the list in the morning. If there's something you want me to know before then, you know where to find me." He nodded once, slowly, and turned away down the gravel path with his boots crunching evenly in the frost, and I stood alone beside the dead roses, with the thorns black against the mist and my own name written at the bottom of a page.

In the continent of Elysium, magic has dried up and monsters have descended. The only way to survive is to participate in a game called "Hide and Seek." Only the winning races receive rewards and a chance to live. The Werewolf Clan drew me—a twenty-two-year-old half-blood werewolf. I was painfully thin, having been locked in a dungeon for the past fifteen years. The live chat scrolling before my eyes was filled with despair: [What the hell? This is our clan’s representative?] [A girl a strong breeze could knock over? Is she even an adult?] [I bet she bursts into tears the second she sees a monster.] [It’s over. We’re so dead. I knew we’d lose this time. Are the werewolves really going to be

Victor's footsteps approached. Slow. Confident. Predatory. Like a hunter searching for prey. Her grip tightened around the flash drive. The evidence. The truth. Everything she had risked her life to obtain. If Victor recovered it... Everything would be lost. No. That wasn't happening. Not tonight. Not again. Elena Hart had already died once. She wasn't about to lose her second chance. Not for anyone. Not for anything. Outside, thunder roared. Inside, the hunt continued. And somewhere within the warehouse... A deadly game of shadows had begun.

The huntress looked behind her as a creeper thudded to the sand with long spear thrusted into it’s mouth. “She need to be killed. She a child that knows more than she’s betting on, I can’t risk her telling everyone who we are. The boy is who we need to find unaccompanied and quick before there are more causalities between them and we.” “I’m so sorry… I lost myself—” The huntress regretted with a lowered face, still pressing down her weapon about piercing Sniffia’s forehead. “None taken, you haven’t had this much fun in a long while, that was the motive, isn’t it?… just finish it quick.”

“Of course. He said he told her that the victim always frequented some bar; devil's den or something. Law, you shouldn't be eavesdropping on people's conversations.” Nick apologized and turned to his PC. He typed in the words 'devil's den' to the search engine and the results came out. He copied down the address of the result that was a bar. Nick suspected that it was the lycanthrope hunter who had impersonated a detective. Or huntress, from the description given. Who else in their right minds would do such? * * *

"It was a month after the night I saw you again. Sources said he was caught into a trap of the CIA and got shot while he tried to escape. At that moment, I felt like I was defeated, for the first time in my life. But I didn't want to believe it. I kept my investigation on. I kept a tab on Marko who was running his organization after he went into hiding. But yet, I found nothing. Every lead said he was dead. Even the CIA had closed the cases that were filed against him. As my last try, I grabbed Marko, tortured him for some days. But he didn't utter a word that said his father was alive." While he seethed in rage, I cupped his face and turned him to me. "Then you stopped your search?" His dar

I shoved a few people out of my way as I hurried toward the distant fight. As I turned the corner to where the fight was, I arrived just in time for the enchanted glasses to be knocked off Khalid’s face, the glamor fading away to reveal his true face as one of the vampires from Tulio’s nest punched him as two others held him in place. Well shit. Maybe he should have enchanted something that couldn’t be easily knocked off. I knew in an instant they recognized him as the wanted hunter.

I was still met with silence. “Jericho, trust me… I know how this sounds. I really do. A Hunter and a Vampire, I know… But I'm all in, I'm invested in this now. I need to save him. If I can find out who ordered the hit, I could try and convince them to withdraw it. If I can’t, then the contract will be reassigned and it will be war. I will kill anyone who tries to come for him.” I said.