Hunted Hunter Novels & Stories

Hunter's running ability is unquestionable. He is a wolf. No matter how fast Jonea drives the scooter and how far she goes, Hunter can find her quickly with his running ability and sense of smell. Hunter cut his way through small alleys between shops and markets. Several times he saw the scooter speeding up at the end of the road. Hunter continues to hunt her. Until he arrived at an entertainment area filled with nightclubs, karaoke places, mini supermarkets, several small restaurants, and many ramen shops scattered there.

I said, looking him directly in the eyes. “Yes, my Alpha,” he replied with a humble face, as if I forced him to hunt the beast for me. The Hunter, a seasoned tracker with years of experience under his belt, moved with a silent grace that belied his age, his keen eyes scanning the surrounding forest for any sign of our elusive prey. Together, we moved as one, a silent partnership forged in the action of necessity. With each passing moment, the tension in the air grew thicker, the weight of our mission pressing down upon us like a heavy burden.

“Uncle has never told me that? Is that why your first name is Hunter?” Hunter smiled wryly. “Yeah, because of that too, I'm embarrassed. My name is the opposite of the vision and mission of my life now." "Have you ever gone hunting like your father?" Sky inquired with narrowed eyes. Hunter took a deep breath. His hand was no longer holding the fork. “When I was 10 years old, my father took me to the forest.” “For hunting?” Sky stared wide eyed. The spaghetti she was chewing almost came out through her nose.

"Hunt what?" "Anomalies. The creatures that slip through the cracks between the surface and down here. Things like what we encountered today, but worse. Much worse." He leaned forward, his voice dropping. "Every person in this camp, every person in every camp throughout Lenore, is bound to what's called the Hunter System." "That sounds ominous." "It is." Marcus finished with my bandage and stepped back. "The System tracks everything. Every creature you kill, every mission you complete, every credit you earn. It's not optional, Lucille. From the moment you arrived here, you were automatically enrolled."

The Hunter responds. "If that ain't enough then what is?" The slim guy interrogates The Hunter. "Right now, your head taking a vacation from your neck," from the back of a fallen tree trunk he throws a stick at them, to which they bath in bullets as he runs for another hideout. Unfortunately for him, they spotted the movement and pursued. ... A convoy of three black jeeps drive on the forest path in full speed, inside each of them is a team of angry men with guns. This are Butcher's mobsters.

Hunter panicked fearing he would kill Michael so he lowered his gun and crawl to him amidst that rain of smoke and fire. “Boss, stop it’s Dad. Let me handle it.” He whispered to Dylan but nothing worked. The man was consumed with bloodlust. Failing to convince him, Hunter had no option and engaged in that bloodbath. He had sworn his loyalty to Dylan, he can’t let anyone come in his way even his own father. The loud sound of gunshots echoed in the forests for a very long time but it ended the moment Dylan staggered to the ground.

Everyone was dead, but me. Turning back, I finally put a face to the voice. Her skin was covered in freckles and her hair was a wild brown, like she had stuck her finger in a socket. She was carrying a gun in her hands, but what stood out to me was her outfit. I’d seen it once before, in school. It was the Hunter’s uniform. The patch on her arm confirming it. Hunter’s were mercenaries for hire. Killers for hire, really. The non-magical in the supernatural world. They once were on a death march against all supernaturals, but now they were just raised on how to kill them and were sold to the highest bidder.

I look back quickly, the last hunter is still pursuing me with his lascivious grin. “I'm gonna kill you chomp. This time, you will surely be my prey!” I can see him lining his eyes at the front sight of his rifle and pulling the trigger. A loud bang echoes followed by the bullet which tears through the flesh of my arm. I almost fall on impact, but manage to maintain my balance. At first, the pain was unbearable, but perhaps the adrenaline has already filled my body so that I can no longer feel the aching sensation. Though I watch my wound bleed and blood came spurting out from the gap. I cover it with my hand. I run like mad, desperate to escape from the hunter that is following me. My breat

I turn on the light switch , "Take a look behind you" "What the" "It's true mom, I'm a hunter I have tatoos only I and the hunters can see" I turn my back to her tracing with my finger all through my arms shoulders and then to my back "It's all here mother, no one can see " "You aren't joking or playing pranks " "I'm not, it's true" "You killed Laura you need to turn yourself in to the feds" "I didn't not human"

“Only when he needs to be,” “Then tell me, why hasn't he ended that tradition of yours, the one where he found you? That thing you talked about where they hunt you girls down,” Did he hear that? How had he not been caught for this long? This was beyond weird, he should've been noticed. “The Hunt,” I said. He nodded and pointed. “That’s the one. Guess you don't mind that your sister will be participating,” I gritted my teeth. “She won’t,”