Hunter Becomes The Hunted Novels & Stories

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.

His voice sounds increasingly angry with each word . " Which part ? " I scoff . " All of it . I could never kill Diana even if someone took my soul and replaced it with a hunter's ! " He hits back with rage . Hunters are said to be humans with above average abilities , their only aim is to rid the world of supernatural species , more often than not , they tend to go for werewolves and vampires the most . They usually leave seers , witches and related species alone . His statement didn't make sense in the least.

“But now… now you’re the only one standing between the truth and the people who would rather bury it with every last member of your family.” He cocks the gun. My pulse stops. My breath freezes. And for the first time in my life… I understand exactly what it means to be hunted.

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."

I curiously eyed everyone that suddenly voice out their wanting to wipe out the species they despise. “Let's hunt them down entirely!” This cause everyone to shout this very sentence for much longer than I ever expected. “Grandma...” I eyed Grandma, expected she will stop this commotion of hunting down the whole species. I thought... she said the huntress is exist to justify the wrong! “Isn't it wrong to put into your hand the life and death of someone?” This cause my heart to felt dread. I don't even understand what this Lycan is all about, but I only know Grandma is despise this species as if they are suppose not to exist!

I shook my head as this wasn’t making any sense. “The kills, they weren’t all vampires. Most of them were other hunters. I think this one is on the run from his own. But the fact he’s gotten this deep into the territory has Ductus Toño on edge, sending his men looking for him.” Diana explained. A hunter being hunted by his own? Well, shit, what could he have done to cross his people? Mistake one of a supernatural creature? It’s still not adding up. And honestly, beyond adding avoid the hunter to my list, I don’t see a reason to care.

The vampire that killed Ethan blurted out but his calm expression was broken into one of fear. “You are the vampire that hunts vampires!” This realization forced him to immediately try and retreat but that was not possible because the only thing that left that position was his body, not his head. The difference in their ability was that vast as he had been decapitated before he even realized that he was without a head. “Vampire hunter? That’s vulgar. Please, call me Liam,” The man said to the head in his hand.

The hunter had become the hunted. And the only question that remained: how many souls would have to fall before this blood-soaked game finally reached its end?

"We hunt." ​

"The hunters killed children?" "Yes," Hunter said. His eyes were solid black now. "Without a second's hesitation. I transformed, took the others into the forest and ran, but I could hear—they were ruthless. I don't even think they're alive. There's nothing good in them." He grit his teeth. "I thought we had gotten away, but they were just setting a trap. Playing with us. They let me get almost close enough to reach my father before they shot me in the back with a wolfsbane dart."