Hunted Books Novels & Stories

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

“As was expected. Your kind’s chosen path did not necessarily warrant a written history. Beasts had no use of the past. But times are changing. I realized your pack in the north is embracing a new form of governance. You are evolving out of the bestial lifestyle your ancestors were known for. “I think this is one of the reasons why your pack was chosen to be part of the hunt. The nature elementals saw that you are capable of handling the challenges of holding the power of the royal blood. Which, your friend, Selene seemed to have.” “What are you talking about?” Archibald was still confused. “What hunt?” “Once the presence of the royal blood became known, the hunting season will start. And th

They’ll want to check the wreckage to confirm I’m not inside. Keeping low to the ground, I hurried away from the crash as the hunters pulled up, hooting and hollering like the demented Americans they are. Now I don’t mean to say all Americans are demented. But the American hunters are an uncouth sort that takes a weird joy in killing, things being on fire, and vehicles getting into accidents. Whatever the case, their joyful hoots and hollers that I might be dead and arguments about who gets to take credit gave me time to get away. I hurried to the nearest neighborhood to search for a car to take.

He paused, “Witnessing their victims shivering in fear is fun for them, and it is their prize. If ever you felt one, don’t hesitate to run, slayer.” “Run?” Rhys curiously asked, “If I even have the flair to run away, I wouldn’t be here. The one who needs that warning the most isn’t me. In this house teeming with innocence, be wary, for what you are going, and about to lose.” She advised without leaving her gaze from her book. I am fully aware; she is pertaining to me, the house, and the kids. She is right. Now that I have involved them in this hunt, there is no going back.

They were still dancing, but no one was paying them any mind. She felt like she was going to throw up. "I was going through some of my father's old books, the ones that speak of wolves. I came across a new one that was hidden deep within the back of the library underneath a mountain of his old books. See, the wolves have been quiet for the past few months, not attacking villages or livestock, and I was hoping to figure out more. The book was filled with information like I had never read before. It was obviously information that very few are privy to. It might very well be the only book of its kind."

His companions were not far behind him and in the blink of an eye they were gone, leaving their drinks behind. Cathy threw her hands in the air. “Great! Now they have the rest of my money and I have half my orders.” “Teddy get Frank to get three trucks of our best wine and beers over here now.” Teddy went off to carry out his order while Theodore wiped his hands and with a smirk winked at Taylor who despite her boss’s obvious dislike of the man, blushed. Cathy rolled her eyes. The man was a charmer but she knew the truth about him. He was a dangerous Hunter who abducted and slit throats for a living. The kind of person she didn’t want around her.

muttered Sumico excitedly. Sumico went on taking a look at Hanny’s other romance novels one by one until she reached a book – not a novel, but it got the similar size with a novel. The title was tickling, somewhat queer, strange, and scary. Sumico turned the book back to read the synopsis for a while.

"Have you heard anything about Jason? Is he alive or dead? What about Chloe?" I shook my head immediately. "No, nothing," I replied. "And honestly I don't want to know. Jason is in my past, Danika. Whatever is happening with him and Chloe and the entire Hunt family drama is not my problem anymore." Danika leaned forward with a conspiratorial expression. "Girl, you don't know?" she asked. "Know what?" I frowned. "Hunt Enterprises burnt down," Danika announced. "Like completely burnt down. The entire building went up in flames a few weeks ago. Ever since then, no one has heard anything from the Hunt family. They've gone completely silent."

Then, the forest came to life. From these trees, the deep shadows emerged. The low rumble of a dozen more engines roared to life as more men emerged from the trees to circle the Crimson Sparrow pack completely. Henrique Crimson Sparrow turned pale. “Are we ready to talk business now?” I said sweetly. Henrique scoffed, trying to cover his fear. He pounded his fist on his helmet. “You think this scares me? Letting them waltz in here?” “Yes, considering you were generous to waltz into my territory,” I blurted.

My one choice would decide the fate of this island. I felt a strange feeling holding me and could hear the screams. It was a calling. Someone was begging me for help. Tugging at my hair, I peeked inside the book. In Pages, a lady seemed to be working on a design with her child wrapped against her back. The little one with shiny eyes was dreaming while holding her mom tightly. I could feel the warmth of her smile. Nerves get on me when I put my hand on the page. The light penetrated my body. Within moments, I felt a drastic change in my surroundings.