Hunted Novels & Stories

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?”

(Bright’s POV) This Hunting Game is brutal. It’s not just a friendly game where you try to run away from their tomato guns just so you don’t get eliminated from the game. This is an actual survival game. It’s about strategy, luck, and sometimes, betrayal. I’ve seen some of them that came in groups, but ended up shooting each other. I don't even know why I'm in this stupid thing, but here I am, running, dodging, and trying not to get caught by whatever insane rules they’ve set up.

“The Council is concerned. Unauthorized interference during a sanctioned Hunt is a problem. Unregistered chemicals. Four prey removed from the forest under your authority.” “Prey?” I repeated. Scott looked at me. “You know what the Hunt is.” “No,” I answered quickly. “I know what I was *told* it was.” I stepped closer to the table. “People were dragged into that forest.” “That's how the Hunt works,” Scott replied. “Not like that.” “You weren't there,” he snapped. “Neither were you.” Silence fell over the room. I turned to Darren. “You’ve seen this compound before? Where?”

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.

“Are you ready? Or perhaps it’s too early?” Kiara looked away, clenching her jaws. She was angry, but she was curious too. “What’s the hunt?” “It’s just as the name suggested. It’s a hunt, wolves eligible goes to the dangerous forest of Dojung and hunt whatever it is they find. The weak cannot accompany the strong there, for even the rabbits and squirrels there are dangerous.” “T-Then won’t they get hurt?” “Damion and Gabe?” Kiara nodded.

Trent's voice carried a hint of concern as he shared the news. "Hunter encountered a school of whites and other dangerous creatures in a frenzy. He's currently pinned down, waiting for an opportunity to find a safer path," Trent informed them, his voice laced with a mixture of urgency and caution. Joe couldn't help but be amazed by Trent's connection with Hunter, their scout who was venturing ahead of them. It was as if they shared a telepathic link, allowing them to communicate even at a distance. Tritan's curiosity mirrored Joe's, prompting him to seek clarification.

Tyler’s POV: The hunt was going better than expected. The forest, shrouded in twilight, was eerily silent except for the occasional crackle of leaves beneath our boots and the distant rustle of branches overhead. We had already taken down several animals, their lifeless forms marking a trail deeper into the woods. Yet, there was an unsettling weight in the air, an offbeat silence that I couldn’t ignore. My brothers and I moved in sync, our senses sharp, scanning for our next target.

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

Everyone who loves us gets hurt,’ I confess getting up I walk to the bathroom to shower. Looking in the mirror I whimper seeing my eyes are red as my fangs ache from hunger. ‘We need to hunt and feed,’ Reika advises and I nod. ‘We do, let’s go hunt,’ I agree then begin to strip my clothes to shift in hopes of catching big enough prey to feed off of. ‘We’ll figure it out, we always do,’ Reika reassures as I trot down the stairs and make my way outside. ‘I know, but my urge to feed has gotten worse,’ I admit then begin to sniff the air and ground for any signs of wild game in the area.

I watched for a moment before walking toward my door. As I was shutting it, I heard Elena whisper, “Go get your man, Auntie.” I shook my head. That girl was a disaster walking, and I absolutely adored the organized chaos that was Elena. I quietly crept down the stairs before slipping out the back door and into the forest. I stopped beneath his tree, looking up, scanning the tree for him but not finding him. “I know you’re here, ‘Sprey. I can feel you.” He sighed as he swung himself down out of the tree. “Hey, Scarlett. I was just leaving. I was hunting a squirrel. They’re fast and good to hunt to keep myself fresh and-”