Hunted Novels & Stories

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

The final instruction for the Hunt will be given by Trevon. Standing in front of the 40 newly Blessed and unblessed, he said, “The Hunt will be a fair competition. You’re only allowed to use weapons; Blessed will not use either of their Blessing or their wolves. However, on the second day of the Hunt, you are given free rein for your wolves. So, the Unblessed need to watch out for their backs. Not everyone here can control their wolves.” The Unblessed and Blessed alike gulped, nervousness striking their faces.

"We have trained hard, and now it's time to put our skills to the test. The Hunt begins tonight." The crowd erupted into cheers, their howls and barks filling the air. I could feel the excitement building in my chest, the thrill of the hunt calling out to something deep within me. The Hunt was a tradition among the pack, a chance for them to test our skills and prove our worth. It was a grueling night-long challenge, with the pack searching for a particular prey deep in the woods. As the pack dispersed to prepare for the Hunt, I found myself drawn to the edge of the village. I could hear the sounds of the forest calling out to me, the rustling of leaves, and the muffled sounds of the pack me

"The Sacred Hunt. An enchanted stag has been released into the Deep Woods. You must track it, capture it, and bring it back alive. Unharmed. You have until sunset." "What makes it enchanted?" I asked. "It can sense predators. Moves faster than natural deer. Leaves false trails. Some say it can become invisible." He smiled coldly. "Three previous Lunas failed this trial. Two gave up. One was killed by natural predators while chasing the stag into dangerous territory." "Encouraging." I looked at the forest. Dark. Deep. Full of things that could kill me. "You may begin." Marcus stepped back. I took a breath and ran into the woods.

“I can’t wait.” A horn sounded, the sound so loud it echoed off the mountains. The hunt had begun. Damon and I moved quickly into the forest together, fallen leaves and pine needles crunching beneath our feet. The morning sun barely penetrated the thick canopy, casting everything in a greenish twilight. Other hunters crashed through the underbrush around us, their eagerness making them careless. I heard a howl as one person lost control and shifted, and then a shout: “Disqualified! Return to the main grounds!”

I can see the panic flicker in Hazel's wide eyes as she desperately tries to stay silent, her body tense with fear. I notice the faint sound of footsteps and the distant echo of a hunter's voice, searching diligently for us. If we remain perfectly still and silent, there's a chance he might overlook our hiding spot. Hunters were one of the mysterious creatures that inhabited these woods. They were incredibly fast, their piercing red eyes glowing ominously in the dark, yet they possessed a human-like appearance that made them even more unsettling. Their faces were gaunt, with sharp fangs visible when they snarled, and claws that gleamed dangerously beneath the moonlight. Their skin was extrem

Luna, her pregnancy not hindering her spirit, prepared with the pack for the essential hunt. In the Nampa forest, hunting wasn't just about the thrill of the chase; it was a sacred act, deeply rooted in the pack's respect for their enchanted home. They hunted only what they needed, ensuring the delicate balance of their realm remained undisturbed. Luna, with her keen eyes and agile movements, exemplified this reverence for the forest.

His eyes shone crimson as he licked his blood strained lips. "This". He held the glass. Leaning back into Stephen’s chest sniffing his neck. It soothed him. Relaxed him. "Good one Callum . It’s a deer. You sure you want this"? Saint reconfirmed. Callum nodded a yes and the next moment they all gasped when Saint took all shots bottom up. "Yumm". They all laughed looking at him enjoying the treat. "Someone taking lessons. Wow. It’s not so you Stephen". Suddenly the door opened to Zol and they all were shocked.

My retaliation was a public humiliation in front of the entire university that Gary could not simply ignore. The game of humiliation he had carefully planned had turned into a public judgment of him and his lackeys. It broke the last of his restraint and made him go mad. He dropped the civility and stopped testing the waters. That night, the app posted an unprecedented "Ultimate Hunting" Quest. The title was crimson red. [Ultimate Hunting Quest. Capture Sinead alive and take her to the abandoned classroom building in the north.]

“Horrified at my thoughts but driven by my need, I ran into the woods. I saw an unsuspecting deer munching happily at some low leaves others had left behind. My body moved at a speed that brought back a hazy memory of a woman I had seen somewhere before. I had him by the throat before he could blink. “My hunger partially quenched, I began to realize the depth of my situation. I had heard campfire talk of creatures that roamed the night, immortals that survived on human blood. I raged in anger and ran further from the camp. I might not be able to reach Valhalla, but I would not deprive another soldier of his glory. I learned to sleep during the day, hidden away under fallen brush where