Hunter Becomes The Hunted Novels & Stories

- You see, now that you are calmer I want to inform you of where you have been. His previously lit face had darkened. My hairs stood on end. What he was about to tell me was not good. The Hunter in front of him was not the same one who was singing country in the shower. He was the one hired by the mafia to shoot and murder indiscriminately. That was the Hunter I feared and had him by my side. I looked down at my shaking hands. My hands never shook. Bad augury.

“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,”

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.

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?

His thumb runs once over the healing skin. Something moves through me I don’t have a name for. Heat. Or the terrifying thing under the heat, the part that wants to stop being careful. But it’s a full moon tonight. I’ve heard the stories my whole life. How it makes wolves reckless. How it pulls them toward anyone close enough to answer it, mate or not. What if that’s all this is? What if tomorrow, under an ordinary sky, none of this fire is left, and we’re both just holding a bond that was never real?