Hunter Becomes The Hunted Novels & Stories

He let out a boisterous laugh, placing a hand over his chest as it bobbed vigorously. “Ok, Kaia. Let’s see what you’re made of.” ***Julian If someone had told me I’d be hunting alongside a large predatorial wolf who tracked the woods faster than I could blink, I would have laughed in their face. She was incredible... fast as she was lethal. Before I knew it, the wolf pounced on a young buck and let out a howl for my attention. Sharpened canines dug into the poor animal’s throat as it thrashed around, letting the blood pour out. The wolf was unfazed as it clenched its jaw, holding a firm grip. Slowly, the legs stopped kicking. And then only a few last twitches before the animal’s eyes glassed

TW-RAPE (not a scene just a mention) “The Black Hunter strikes us once yet again leaving a gruesome mess in the house of the murdered. Despite being a messy murderer, not a trace of DNA can be found. Careful. Whoever he is, what does he want and why has he targeted these specific targets?”

Antares's eyes opened wide, as he noticed the engraving of the bell on the rifle. "Invisible Hunt. Fuck off," Antares cursed. They were Hunters who in the past had severed ties with Lucifer. And now, they started chasing him. The bullet was fired, and the black-eyed man endured the pain of the blood gushing out of his shoulder. As fast as possible, he maneuvered, and he avoided several vehicles that were in front of him. The sports motorbike he was using had lost its balance, and was thrown over the edge of the bridge.

“We have a myriad of crazy things happening in quick succession, I doubt anything you have to say can top the fact that we, the hunters, have become the hunted.” I chuckled and reached for the gear, then put the car in reverse. “I wouldn’t be so sure. I think this is on the same level of craziness, a couple of steps ahead even.”

One day he decided to walk into the woods and no one has ever seen him since. My name is Lucas Harrison. I am considered the best tracker and hunter in the town. Not only animals but also Paranormal beings. All-day and all night, people in our town searched, lighting the way with flashlights and lanterns. Searching with dogs and carrying shotguns. It all seemed like a horror movie waiting to happen.

We know their aim is to always find the chance, and when they get it, slaughter us. They have got the skill. In fact, a Hunter with no weapon whatsoever and whose hands are even tied together may kill a Vampire, if he's not being careful. Hunters are very advanced and more like us, supernatural, but it's just that their DNA is of a human, and they are solely made to protect Humans.

He guides me through the hallways, almost like he knew the place. “Have you killed Hallen?” I had to know. Surely it would be the first thing he will do. “No.” “Why not? He is the one that’s doing all this.” “Because there is a code between Wolves and Vampires.” “A code? Logan hasn’t mentioned any code!” “Hallen has not killed a wolf yet. There will be a war, but it will be a mutually agreed war. Unless Hallen kills a wolf or someone from the pack kills a vampire first. Logan really didn’t explain that to you?”

The primal instincts surged within him, guiding him through the underbrush as he focused on the sounds of the forest. Hudson's senses heightened as he caught the scent of a deer nearby. He paused, listening intently, then crept closer, his muscles coiling like a spring. With a burst of speed, he charged. After a swift and skilled hunt, he managed to bring down a deer, feeling the satisfaction of a successful chase. Hudson bit the deer's neck in his mouth, savoring the thrill of the hunt. He began walking back to Selena, eager to see his mate's reaction.

I dragged myself off the floor and into the bathroom to wash all the blood off me and bandage my wounds. It was a painfully slow process. I had never gotten hurt when hunting before. Never. That was partly because I didn’t hunt and partly because in all my practice, I was a silent killer. I never engaged in fights. I ambushed and killed. There were times when I felt guilty about that style, never giving the animals a fighting chance, but I thought it was better in the long run. They would still loose, werewolves were at the top of the food chain with the exception of Lycans, although they had died out so long ago that they were now nothing more than a myth. By attacking them and ending it qu

"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."