Hunted Novels & Stories

|| ALEXIS'S POV || Cold wind stung my face as I sprinted through the woods, shifting from human to wolf with ease, searching for the faintest clue. But Liam was nowhere to be found. I snarled low, walking through thick fog, my breathings puffing out in hot, angry puffs. There was no scent trail, no broken twig, no sound to follow. Liam was more than a hybrid; he was trained. Hunter. And worst of all—unpredictable.

The police had to get involved, there were two police cars out the front of the diner. Ducking under the police tape, Damien stepped into his diner, he was feared by everyone, humans, wolves and vampires alike, he was known as the Blood Alpha and that was not just because Blood is his surname. Her sent hit him sending him into a short sense of euphoria, he had finally found her his mate after, eighteen years of searching he had finally found her.

My stomach dropped. "What?" He nodded. "I hired investigators to find you after you dared to run from me that morning. It took them a week to find you." Something was slamming hard against my rib cage in a really violent way. I knew what it was. My heart. "I found out who you were—Matteo Leone, a twenty three year old bisexual man, living in your father's house like a prisoner." He leaned forward slightly. "I learned everything about you—your urm... useless family, and your situation within hours of funding you."

"He says your injuries are severe and orders you to withdraw from The Hunt immediately. He also said you can go to his ward privately if you need anything..." "I'm not withdrawing." I cut her off. I was going to win. I wasn't entering The Hunt to prove anything to Damien. I was doing this for myself. I wanted freedom. Complete, absolute freedom. The day of the competition finally arrived. The arena was packed—Black Moon, Red Moon, Silver Claw, Frost Fang. Nearly every pack in the Northern Territory had sent representatives. The Hunt was the Alliance's oldest tradition, drawing crowds rivaling a war. The rules were simple: enter the Black Forest. Survive three days. Find "Moon Goddess Tears"—

I said as I looked the man over once before turning to Kane, he opened his mouth but Aramis spoke first, my attention going back to him. “Hunters are an elite squad within wolf packs. Similar to Scouts in their skill set but more prone to apprehension and elimination. Think of us like Bounty Hunters while Scouts are trackers and protectors. Hunters are the elite of the elite and we are the only pack that has them.” He explained, his confidence and hubris apparent when he spoke of them. I raised an eyebrow and nodded slowly, impressed but still suspicious of the wolf in question. There was just something about him that didn’t sit right with me.

The hunting was very successful. Avril returned with two medium sized hares. They had dinner and slept off on the floor. Avril was grateful she was feeling sleepy, but unfortunately, she had a nightmare. She saw bullets raining down on Alejandro and screamed out. She sat up panting heavily.

“Don’t stop, bitch! I press the horn to make her keep walking. The caddie did look tired and was staggering, but that wasn't my fault. It was her fault for betraying me. So she deserved her punishment. And coincidentally, her betrayal was exposed today. The day of the first moon of the month, which meant it was the day Wild Hurricane would hunt. We call this hunting activity The Lunar Hunt. And we call our prey The Fallen. With all of our members being werewolves, we Wild Hurricanes are certainly very happy to hunt. But hunting here does not mean turning into wolves and preying on animals in the forest, but hunting on the streets. The prey is the traitor who betrayed me or destroyed my trust

"You would come by my place by 8:00 am and then we can go from there." "What do we usually hunt for?" "Anything we're told to hunt. From animals to enemies." With a darting gaze, her brows furrowed. "Enemies?" "Yeah, one of the advantages of going hunting weekly is to keep the woods safe. We could pick up the scent of enemies lurking around. These enemies could be rogues, dark beasts, witches, vampires, even hybrids." "What are dark beasts?" she asked. I liked the expression on her face that showed she was oblivious to things like this.

Hearts heavy with grief, they searched tirelessly for their lost children, brother, sister, father, and friend, their eyes filled with anguish and fear. Driven by determination, the hunters, led by Vale, scoured every inch of their territory, desperately sniffing the air for any trace of their beloved offspring. They prowled through dense forests, their paws pounding the earth with urgency as they sought answers in the depths of the wilderness. Their howls reverberated through the night, a haunting symphony of anguish that echoed through the mountains and across the valleys. Each cry carried a raw, primal emotion—a plea for the safe return of their precious ones.

With focused determination in their eyes, they moved stealthily through the shadows, each step echoing the silent promise of a successful hunt. The forest was alive with murmurs of nocturnal creatures, and as they ventured deeper, the hunters spread out, their senses sharp and alert. The hunt was on, and the night held the promise of bountiful prey. Alpha Grayson's keen eyes scanned the dense forest, his senses heightened as he searched for his prey. And then, in the distance, he spotted a magnificent deer, its sleek form moving gracefully through the underbrush. Alpha Grayson gave the deer a chase, his agile form swiftly weaving through the trees with calculated precision. His powerful musc