Hunted Hunter Novels & Stories

and dove to the ground. A hunter entered the area with a lethal crossbow in his hands and a hood covering his face. The weapon was engraved with Damon's emblem, a jagged claw. With a snarl, Aiden sprang forward, his wolf emerging. Aiden was quicker than the hunter, pushing the weapon aside and slamming the assailant to the ground as he fired another bolt.

Hunter checked his time. 11:24. His flight was at 14:00 hours. He had prepared everything and had packed all his gear. Leaving the country was not on his wishlist but there was nothing he could have done, that was his only way to stay alive. He didn’t expect Hilary to betray him like that. Trust, for him, was a big word but he relied on her. He knew she could deliver but along the way, love happened to her. It was the same love that got her killed. Hunter didn’t have any regrets on Hilary’s murder. Killing had become a hobby for him.

’ While Vincent wondered about this, Joel and Edgar looked at their friend, Hunter. Then, Hunter pointed to himself. “Are you calling me?” He asked Chandler. Vincent, Chandler and Adler looked at Hunter. “You said Mr. Hunter, and that’s my name,” Hunter defended. Chandler laughed. Vincent caught his forehead with his palms. And Adler just looked at the three as if they were annoying bugs. “No, Mr. Hunter,” Chandler replied to Hunter. He peered back to Adler and continued, “I called this man a Hunter because he is hunting evil guys. Right, Detective Adler?”

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

One day he decided to walk into the woods and no one has ever seen him since. My name is Lucas Harrison. I am considered the best tracker and hunter in the town. Not only animals but also Paranormal beings. All-day and all night, people in our town searched, lighting the way with flashlights and lanterns. Searching with dogs and carrying shotguns. It all seemed like a horror movie waiting to happen.

“You’re right about Melinda not being involved though; hunters never take bribes, they have a strict code of honor. But the thing that’s bothering me is, why try to shoot at me in broad daylight? If a hunter is really after someone, they’ll simply disappear without a trace.” “That’s exactly what’s been bothering me as well.” Ace commented. “Hunter’s are very precise. They never miss a target. Then why were you shot in the abdomen only? If that hunter had gotten a lock on to your body, he could’ve shot anywhere. And they’re known to especially go for the head first. And on top of that, the man fired a few warning shots to cause commotion.” “Something doesn’t add up, Ace. Find out what it is.”

He replied. I smiled, “Smart man. Well it was good to meet you, I am headed to Maine and I have three hours still to drive so I better get going.” I said. “It was good to finally meet you in person, Snow. You are every bit as beautiful as they say, if not more.” Shane replied. “Thank you.” I said and flashed him a million dollar smile while walking out the door. Hunters were connected through a vast network and it wasn’t uncommon to run into each other out and about. Still, it gets me when they know my name and I've never seen them before. In all these years it still surprises me.

She said, trying to remember the vague of memory, “I'm hunting-” “The hell misty!” “My lady should let me finish my words please?” She giggled, kinda amuse. “And what's wrong hunting if it's for the love of my life?” “How can hunting be related to love, Misty?” My mind spun to the idea, given a destructive results if relates the act to love. She shiver, and somehow a thing last night came to her mind. She murmured, “So if ever, I was hunt... for love?” Misty's eyes widened. “Are you being hunt, my lady?”

Especially if the omega wore that yellow band. Within five minutes, the forest was filled with muted screams as the first of the prey were being caught. Over 3,000 omegas had started in this year's hunt. Based on the new rules, every omega in the Hunt had a corresponding hunter searching for her, waiting to drag her off to a new life in a new tribe. To catch and claim your mate, you had to mark her. That meant biting her neck in possession. The combination of a bite, along with the adrenaline and endorphins of the chase meant most prey passed out from the overload to their system. The hunter had to then carry their prey back to the castle before it was official. Almost all of the hunters dra

Eyes cold as the ice. "I've seen bears throw wolves," the hunter said, looking at Sebastian. "Never seen a man do it." Harper aimed her rifle at him. "Who are you?" The hunter ignored the gun. He pulled a folded piece of paper from his pocket. It was a "Wanted" poster. [ SEBASTIAN STERLING. DEAD OR ALIVE. $100,000,000 ] "Name's Jack," the hunter spat tobacco juice into the snow. "And you folks are the most expensive game I've ever tracked."