Hunted Supernatural Novels & Stories

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-”

“I liked that kid.” “So did I. He's good at playing innocent, among other things.” “Apparently,” he said. “So, there's no plan to take care of the hunters?” “I'm sure there is, but they're not telling me about it. Hunter has some spell that he thinks will help us keep out all undead supernaturals, so that's something. At least, it might be if Vic and Ulric let him go through with it.” “So I'm gone for two seconds and Vic replaces me with a door alarm and a witch. Great.”

My body electrocutes with what I see ten feet away from me. Hunter is holding Stella Castellano’s assistant by each arm, and she had her shirt open, boobs popping out, touching his crotch. A movie goes through my head. No, not this again. I slam the door hard and throw the already broken cellphone on the wet walkway, causing the pieces of glass to scatter across the sidewalk. I race back into the car, no longer caring that I'm wet. I see Hunter in the rearview mirror running towards me and I’m blinded by the tears in my eyes. I see the very same scene, Mateo wrapped in a towel, half naked running behind me AGAIN!

“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,”

I can’t take my eyes away as he approaches me then rub his head against mine, making me whimper. “What’s wrong?” He questions through the link as he stands beside me. “I’m just not used to affection when in this from. My mother was distant. How are we able to communicate?” I explain through the link and he nods. “Well, you can start getting used to it. You being a hybrid makes your link easier to find and access, it’s your vampire side,” he whispers then licks the side of my face before rubbing his side against mine. “What do you usually hunt?” Hanzo questions, he looks up and starts to take in the scent of the air to locate prey. “I usually hunt deer or whatever I can find if I have to,” I

When she’s left unsatisfied, she starts pushing boundaries, always angling for my attention. “First, Mr. Lockwood’s been meeting with the Hunter’s Council more frequently. They’ve noticed the spike in supernatural activity. They're on high alert… and frankly, we’d all be smart to keep our distance from Mundanes. Especially hunters,” she said, eyes flicking to me. Her expression on ‘especially hunters’, mirrored her disdain. “Maybe if someone hadn't killed Henry in a fit of rage, he would have helped with the search,” Seraphine said, her disapproval about what happened with Henry was still visible in her tone.

Kate and Susanna had planned well, there wasn’t much else to do but wait to see if it worked. As Izzy and Kate kept talking, Susanna was making progress toward the spring and the Kreil were tracking Susanna's path from the day before. The six werewolves were each thinking about how the end of the Hunt would look for each of them. There were six different endings being played out in the minds of the werewolves, and none of them had the right ending figured out yet.

She glanced toward the street where Rick was already questioning a homeless man who'd been sleeping in the adjacent doorway, then quickly retrieved the paper with her pen. The note was written in a script she recognised from her childhood, before she'd turned her back on pack law and ancient traditions. Three words in the old language that made her blood run cold: *The Hunt Begins.* Casie pocketed the note without a word, her mind already racing through implications she couldn't share with her partner. Someone was targeting humans with supernatural methods, and if the old families got involved, the careful balance she'd spent years maintaining would shatter.

“All right.” ------- The hunters could not believe that they had burst out into a busy city. It was early, but everyone was busy with their jobs. There are many restaurants around. There are also many vehicles passing on the other side. “A supernatural in a busy city,” said Damon. “Good for hiding.” “It’s exciting again,” Hugo said. “Find a supernatural in a human heap.” “What are we looking for, exactly?” Tyler asked. “A supernatural who eats the heart of his victim. And I think the human heart is his target in the busy city.” Kyra said.

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.