Hunted Hunter Novels & Stories

"Charlotte? Is that your mother? You are Drew, right?” His fingers shook at the mention of that name. I jumped forward, watching his fidgeting fingers, afraid he was going to press the trigger. Yet he maintained composure and aimed it at me instead. I stopped in my tracks. All the workers around us had already disappeared from the building. The lobby was silent and empty.

My body buzzed with tension, every instinct screaming that something wasn’t right. And then, the gunshot. It was too close. I twisted, moving out of the way just in time as the bullet sliced through the air where I’d been standing. A growl ripped from my throat, my body surging forward as I shifted midair. The transformation sharpened everything—the scents, the sounds, the movement in the shadows. My eyes locked onto one of the hunters pressed against a tree, his rifle raised. I didn’t give him the chance to fire again.

Hunter excitedly looked ahead of them. There was a huge elk that was silently eating a bit of the fallen fruits from the tree. Its huge antlers were almost two feet long, spread out with sharp edges. “That looks like a good target,” Issac whispered crouching down. Everyone also hid behind the huge tree nearby. The elk glanced up as if sensing them. They went silent, looking at the prey. “I want to hunt it,” Hunter whispered with an excited grin. His hand was clutching onto a small dagger that they used back in the island.

It was just after 3am in the morning when Hunter arrived at the address which Adrian had sent to him a few days ago. He had come prepared with a crowbar, gun, and sharp knife, leaving no room for errors. The house was on the outskirts of New-York city, hidden behind tall hedges. Hunter stepped out of his car and quietly made his way up the driveway. He tampered with the security camera that was outside and switched it off before he unlocked the closed door with a crowbar and opened it quietly, not wanting to wake up his opponent.

[Vanessa] Hunter moves through the crowd with the practiced skill of someone who has been in combat zones–he sees a target and he approaches it with speed and stealth. He is no longer seems to care that much about our mission, or about whether or not Cherry is waiting in the back in a maid’s uniform–he has one thing on his mind, and it isn’t espionage.

They would also be tested using different kinds of weapons. The head of the council let out a shrill whistle to get everyone's attention. "Today there are ten of you that will be going through the trials to have the honor of becoming a hunter," he said. "However, only four out of the ten will be selected." Everyone's names were called, and we stepped into the ring. Rainn looked around but didn't see Liam anywhere.

Logan’s POV I had put everyone on high alert. The entire pack were looking for her. She couldn’t have gotten far. She had maybe a couple minutes head start. Blake, Leo and Calvin were all out helping to search for her as well. Blake had shifted into his large grey wolf. Taking off into the forest in the hopes of picking up her scent. Leo and Calvin were searching the grounds. I should be helping to look. Lana was my mate, but I found myself making my way to my parent’s bedroom.

“I think so. I know not all hunters glow when they use theirs, so I’m not sure if the glow is from my gift or from the god part of me.” “Dorian, was there anything in the archives about a hunter glowing when using their gift? I don’t think I’ve ever heard of that either.” Alpha Avery asks him. “Alpha, the only gift that causes a hunter to glow, is when the gift has something to do with seeing or ‘interacting’ with a soul. There are no hunters that currently have a gift like that. Any kind of soul gift is extremely rare.” Well shit. “So if I’m on a hunt, and I use my gift, I’ll glow and give away where I am. And any other hunters that are with me. That seems like the exact opposite of helpful

He couldn't even stand. Just when it looked like the ragdoll was going to beat him to death, it suddenly stopped and grabbed my hand. Then it used my fingers to lift the knife he had dropped and plunged it straight into his heart. The familiar system chime echoed. [Player Franklin Hanson has been eliminated.] My balance shot up by several hundred coins. My eyes sparkled. "Bunny, you're amazing! You even let me have the kill." The chat exploded. [Weren't these two supposed to be weak monsters? I left for a minute, and now they're so strong!]

"You're one of us, right?" We heard footsteps approaching the bathroom and she immediately released me. We were standing in front of the mirror when the door opened and a blonde guy walked in. He was Aaron. He stared at us strangely and said, ``I thought i heard something, Miss Wilson." I looked at Cathy who turned to the other side. "Nothing. Get out of here. This isn't the male's bathroom." I yelled and he walked out. I turned and saw Cathy seething in anger. Her eyes had turned light blue and I went into her thoughts. 'Hunters.'