Hunted Books Novels & Stories

“Horrified at my thoughts but driven by my need, I ran into the woods. I saw an unsuspecting deer munching happily at some low leaves others had left behind. My body moved at a speed that brought back a hazy memory of a woman I had seen somewhere before. I had him by the throat before he could blink. “My hunger partially quenched, I began to realize the depth of my situation. I had heard campfire talk of creatures that roamed the night, immortals that survived on human blood. I raged in anger and ran further from the camp. I might not be able to reach Valhalla, but I would not deprive another soldier of his glory. I learned to sleep during the day, hidden away under fallen brush where

It was during the day when the packhouse would have been busy. Thirdly, she was so flippant about murder. That was not the way that someone would speak about it if they only ever did it once. Fourthly, who the fuck was Lauren anyways? Was she alone, or did she have family here? ‘He thinks you’re onto something. He caught a couple snippets of a man kneeling beside her over a mannequin as he taught her techniques. That changed into her kneeling over a body. A few pack names as well – Pinehurst, Albrook, Shadow Creek, Silvern, and Blue Crest.’

“A couple of times I wish Beta Arlo didn't go wild, I mean I will be free.” "Good riddance." Hunter speaks for the first time. “Not like it's your type of fun anyways.” Hudson continues in his comical jest. "What's my type of fun?” "Boring books and ledgers and journals, I’m sure your library should be outpouring by now.” "Hudson! Shush, would you?" Hunter casts a light warning. "Hector doesn't need to say much, you will see yourself in the woods in search of an imaginary relic.”

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.

Mr Alarcon asked, “What are you doing? Did you lose something?” When I saw him sitting comfortably on the sofa, asked, “Come and search with me.” “Brian's searching the first floor, and I'm here. You go look on the second and third floor. I'll come and join you after I'm done with the rooms here.” “What are you looking for?” “The bird. It's missing.” He leaned back as he said, “Finally, the devil is gone.” Brian came down and asked me in years, “Elise, I can't find it on the first floor. Did you find it?”

The pocket-sized book Skye had shown me had filled in the gaps in my knowledge, and, at long last, we knew what we were hunting. Herb’s warning had also gone right over my head. Large, crowded events, full of people, were a breeding ground for violence and torment. Skye had left me the book – though we’d been hidden from the Clan’s eyes and ears, his family, his pack, would still worry if he’d been gone too long, which he already had been; as such, he’d had to leave soon after explaining what he and Rowan and Rosie had found in the tiny book. It didn’t look like much, faded and crinkled and tea stained as it was, but it held all of the information that would – hopefully – help us bring down

I did a little twirl in the middle of the room and started combing the bookshelves to see what treasures I could find. I was just too excited to have found this place. I came across a smaller leather-bound book that had a weird symbol on the front and when I opened it, I realized that it was a history of the Hunter's. I decided to keep that book just in case I needed it. I was totally in my own world when I felt someone’s arms go around me and breath in my ear. "I see you found my favorite place in the house." My body shivered at the contact. I thought that I was going to melt into a puddle right then and there.

And what the fuck was she thinking being out here alone? I started after her—trotting carefully, so she wouldn’t hear me—until I reached the place where she’d stopped and sought the scent. I sniffed the ground there and stopped trotting, my entire body on alert, and hackles high. To my nose, her scent had mingled with that thing’s trail. Cara, the shy and unassuming librarian, was out in the woods in the middle of the night, following the thing that had attacked her. She was fucking hunting.

Fear overtook me as I thought of Dorian, fighting against these hunters. As I read, the hunters were brave, skilled, and often paid a heavy price for their work. But they continued on, driven by a sense of duty and a desire to protect the innocent humans from the horrors that lurked in the shadows. The soft rustle of pages turning the only sound in the stillness. As I delved deeper into the book, I felt my heart race with anticipation, my breath catching in my throat as I followed the hunters on their perilous journeys through the moonlit wilderness.

Gavin said, and I smiled at the guys. "No female hunter?" I asked. I knew the reason but wanted to hear from the horse's mouth. "Ruth won't like that, Karen," he answered with a knowing look on his face. After the introduction, the atmosphere was a lot pleasant. We were able to crack some jokes while we ate. No one asked me personal questions, and neither did I ask them. After breakfast, Gavin took me to the library to check out some hunter's books. There were books about vampires, witches, werewolves and other creatures that I did not dream of ever meeting. There were books on alchemy, mild magic, and creating and using charms.