Hunted Hunter Novels & Stories

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.

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 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,”

When we were kids, she used to get us into all kinds of trouble and I would always get blamed for it because once she flashed those big blue eyes, no one could accuse her of any wrongdoing. “To do it more often?” I laughed, thankful for the comic relief. Despite my bravado and earlier reassurances to Devon, I was still nervous. As he said, I did not like to kill animals. Werewolves were actually peaceful creatures and we didn’t hunt other animals asides from the Grant Hunt and the wolves who did it for sport. It wasn’t banned or anything so they were in their rights. It just wasn’t something I liked doing. For this reason, I was nervous. Plus, the Alpha’s arrogant son, Louis was participatin

Their mates called the Female Delta. Hunter: Hunters are the one who hunts for food. In real life organization, Hunters may be the one who plans over the meals in some events. Hunters will only hunt in Alpha's command along with Beta's and Delta's. Hunters are the ones who are skilled at tracking (search for scents).

He was born with the spirit within him. “Hunters are, as the name suggests. They track down and kill supernatural beings. Though I expect not as much as they once did. Perhaps picking and choosing who lives and who dies. Or perhaps being mated with a spirit of the Stars has clouded his duty enough that he doesn’t hunt anyone,” I say, both hinting at the truth of Rem’s nature but not directly saying anything that his friends wouldn’t already know.