Hunter Becomes The Hunted Novels & Stories

Hunter was roaring viciously and they had shifted back to their human forms. Happiness twinkled in her eyes upon seeing Hunter punching Armando ruthlessly as blood splurts out of his mouth.

As I was trying to come up with a plan for taking down the last hunter on watch without being detected something came crashing out the window. It was one of the two hunters that were searching inside. The one I had just been planning on killing checked his friends pulse before cursing and jumping through the now shattered window. It seemed they found Mom and she was pissed. I could hear her wolf losing her shit. I jumped in just in time. My mom had her claws digging into the chest of the other hunter that had been searching the house. However she was not moving or completing the kill. The hunter who just came in from outside was holding a crying two month old Richard and in his other hand he

I look back quickly, the last hunter is still pursuing me with his lascivious grin. “I'm gonna kill you chomp. This time, you will surely be my prey!” I can see him lining his eyes at the front sight of his rifle and pulling the trigger. A loud bang echoes followed by the bullet which tears through the flesh of my arm. I almost fall on impact, but manage to maintain my balance. At first, the pain was unbearable, but perhaps the adrenaline has already filled my body so that I can no longer feel the aching sensation. Though I watch my wound bleed and blood came spurting out from the gap. I cover it with my hand. I run like mad, desperate to escape from the hunter that is following me. My breat

Obviously, he was a wanderer and an easy target for the hunters. Poor kid. He must be already dealing with so much being a rogue and died of a death that he didn't deserve. Hunters are humans who want to end our kind and other shifters. They strongly believe that we are evil and need to be finished at any cost. They are brutal and show no mercy when it comes to killing us. They know newly shifted wolves are weak because our first shift is the most torturous and often attacks them. After all, newly shifted wolves are vulnerable.

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.

assets that included them all. He picked up the Glock, checked the magazine. **“We don’t run anymore.”** His voice was steel. **“We find out what he’s digging for. We hit him where it hurts.”** He met Harlan’s gaze. **“We make *him* hunted.”** Outside, the rain fell harder, washing the blood from the van’s fenders. Inside the decaying ranger station, surrounded by wilderness and enemies, a new fire ignited. Not just survival. *Vengeance.*

The beams of light did not waver. Neither did the guns. And somewhere deep in her bones, her wolf understood before she did: The hunters had just become the hunted.

With a soft breath, he started to explain. “Hunters are humans who know of the existence of werewolves. Or rather, their entire lives are dedicated to the extermination of werewolves from the earth. Many operate on their own but there are families who have generations of Hunters in their lineage. Where one Hunter goes, many more tend to follow, Anna.” And then he gave her a severe look. “There’s a symbol carved into his neck. You can check it for yourself. We’re not dealing with just any set of humans. We’re dealing with a group that will stop at nothing to kill any werewolf they come across. No matter if they are rogues, or not.” Anna processed his words slowly, a sudden dread began to set

She confides. “Rambunctious seems too kind of a word to describe him.” I snark. “You needn’t worry. He will not be traveling with you.” She says. “Oh? I just assumed he would be joining.” I say. I had assumed that Horus would be joining. I was pleasantly surprised to hear he would not. “He is needed to help prepare for the hunt with the Alpha.” “I had forgotten about the hunt.” I say more to myself than Mari. The hunt takes place in the days leading up to the hunter’s moon. Only pack members who have shifted participate. “Please watch out for Dmitry.”

“Imagine a young bear cub hunting in the woods. Hunting season had just opened, and this cub was starving. So the cub goes hunting and finds a deer drinking in a small pond. He is about to pounce on the deer when BAM, an arrow sinks into the tree beside his head. The hunter aims again, but a huge wolf comes out of nowhere, taking the hunter down to the ground. I swear to you that hunter shit his pants.” Quinn rolled his eyes and then looked at Willow. He could tell that she was laughing at the way Hector had told the story.