Hunted Books Novels & Stories

I was aware that I had roughly five minutes till they started wondering where their companion was so I needed to be quick. I slunk my way around the corner of the the house using a rose bush as cover and saw another hunter. They were pacing back and forth military style. I waited till they came to my end just by the rose bush and when they weren't looking poked them gently with my dagger on their wrist. I was careful to pull it back and quietly hide.

He let out a boisterous laugh, placing a hand over his chest as it bobbed vigorously. “Ok, Kaia. Let’s see what you’re made of.” ***Julian If someone had told me I’d be hunting alongside a large predatorial wolf who tracked the woods faster than I could blink, I would have laughed in their face. She was incredible... fast as she was lethal. Before I knew it, the wolf pounced on a young buck and let out a howl for my attention. Sharpened canines dug into the poor animal’s throat as it thrashed around, letting the blood pour out. The wolf was unfazed as it clenched its jaw, holding a firm grip. Slowly, the legs stopped kicking. And then only a few last twitches before the animal’s eyes glassed

"We hunt." ​

They knew that I was like a dog with a bone when I wanted something. It didn’t happen very often. I’m usually pretty happy with what I have. I’m grateful for what I have. But right now there is a Devil hunting me down and I need to know why. Why me? And if it is the curse, how does he know about it and what does he know about it? I really hoped none of these questions led me to seeking him out and asking him myself. That’s the worst thing I could do and I am well aware of that.

It seemed desolate, as if Jeniece had never come back since that day. A rusted rack caught his attention, and upon it lay a pile of books, their covers worn and edges worn. He reached for one, its brittle pages crumbling in his hands, each page stained with the yellow hue of age. These books, ancient and forgotten, held secrets that had been hidden in plain sight, truths we had been blind to. Just as Hunter began to delve into the faded words, a shiver ran down his spine. He wasn't alone. Instinctively, he spun around, his whip slicing through the air with deadly speed. But before the whip could find its mark, it was caught mid-strike.

Natasha I ran my fingers along the spines on my favorite shelf on the bookshelf in the corner of my room. This shelf was where all of my romance novels sat waiting to take me to another world where I could explore all of my fantasies that I was too embarrassed to verbalize. I picked up a newer book, that I had bought, up on a whim. It’s synopsis boasted of a reverse harem shifter theme that had intrigued me from the jump. I put it in my bag to read by the fountain in the middle of town later that day.

It would be another night of smelling like a mangy wolf when all I wanted to do was chill. “You are going to like this. They are twin wolves. They think they are quick, they think they are clever.” “Is that it? Just two.” It was a very small amount compared to what she normally kills. Abby never tells me how she tracks them down. She was pretty good at it though, always finding numerous wolves each day. Maybe her birth family had been hunters??

Hunter enters the room and sees June sitting on the bed surrounded by books. She looked up at him and sat up. "It's a good thing you're back. I have some questions." He began unbuttoning his coat and looked at her with a raised eyebrow. "Go ahead. Ask away." "I want to know about werewolves. You stopped me from picking out that book in the library, and I want to know why." Hunter froze and tilted his head back a bit, looking down his nose at the floor. He slid off his coat and hung it up, its royal blue almost distracting June from keeping eye contact.

The cheerful, warm tone in her voice was lost the instant Jennifer seemed to follow his line of sight and realized what, or rather who, Hunter was watching. The window next to the back garden belonged to the library area of ​​his house, which was also the library of the entire city and which Hunter always left available so that all members of the pack could visit, get the books they wanted and so that children could do their homework. So it wasn't strange to see a group of young wolves there, like the one that was standing between two of the shelves full of books now, right in the middle of the room, and perfectly visible from the angle from which Hunter and now Jennifer were watching them.

It was a tracker. I dug deeper into the bag and found a children's storybook, ‘The Hunting Game.’ I skimmed through the pages, there no words on them only colored pictures but what I thought was a story for children was actually a morbid depiction of the game. I had to find the bird before the wolves do or they would eat its heart. There were other characters in the book like the doctor, the police, and the civilians. In total there were twenty-four of them excluding the bird, the same number we were. There were no rules written in the book only the vague riddle at the end. ‘He who has the bird has the power.’ And the warning from the voice, ‘don’t tell anyone about your role.’ My head ached