Hunter Becomes The Hunted Novels & Stories

In the continent of Elysium, magic has dried up and monsters have descended. The only way to survive is to participate in a game called "Hide and Seek." Only the winning races receive rewards and a chance to live. The Werewolf Clan drew me—a twenty-two-year-old half-blood werewolf. I was painfully thin, having been locked in a dungeon for the past fifteen years. The live chat scrolling before my eyes was filled with despair: [What the hell? This is our clan’s representative?] [A girl a strong breeze could knock over? Is she even an adult?] [I bet she bursts into tears the second she sees a monster.] [It’s over. We’re so dead. I knew we’d lose this time. Are the werewolves really going to be

Hunter checked his time. 11:24. His flight was at 14:00 hours. He had prepared everything and had packed all his gear. Leaving the country was not on his wishlist but there was nothing he could have done, that was his only way to stay alive. He didn’t expect Hilary to betray him like that. Trust, for him, was a big word but he relied on her. He knew she could deliver but along the way, love happened to her. It was the same love that got her killed. Hunter didn’t have any regrets on Hilary’s murder. Killing had become a hobby for him.

“I’m not doing this. I’m not letting you disappear into the trees and fight ghosts while I pretend everything’s normal. If you’re hunted, then so am I.” “Dante…” He hung up. The line went dead, and with it, my fragile sense of control. I cursed under my breath, throwing the phone back into my pocket. He didn’t understand, he never truly understood the scale of danger hunters brought. Rogues were brutal but predictable. Hunters like Fernando played the long game, striking at the heart of what you loved until you had nothing left to shield. And Dante might just thrown himself into the middle of it. ***** Dante’s POV

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."

“Don’t stop, bitch! I press the horn to make her keep walking. The caddie did look tired and was staggering, but that wasn't my fault. It was her fault for betraying me. So she deserved her punishment. And coincidentally, her betrayal was exposed today. The day of the first moon of the month, which meant it was the day Wild Hurricane would hunt. We call this hunting activity The Lunar Hunt. And we call our prey The Fallen. With all of our members being werewolves, we Wild Hurricanes are certainly very happy to hunt. But hunting here does not mean turning into wolves and preying on animals in the forest, but hunting on the streets. The prey is the traitor who betrayed me or destroyed my trust

They turned men and women insane with violent exposure and ingrained belief their gods wanted this, and soon the entire race began to plunder any who stood in their way, be they immortal or not. The Hunters were a different breed altogether and could kill without emotion. Unaffected by what they did, unlike their kin and calculated in doing so. They were machines built for a purpose and did not seem to be affected by carrying out that destiny. Even while Aztecs fell to invading armies, the Hunters were indestructible and ploughed on still with their preprogramed purpose.

Caroline remembered Colton killing supernatural creatures with his sword and beheading their head into two pieces. He had tattoos all over his body, not that he made it out of fashion. It was because he was chosen to be a hunter. A lot of humans train to be a hunter, but not everyone is chosen. At the same time, the chosen hunters had their own disadvantages. They always have the urge to kill vampires, werewolves, or other creatures. Because the more they kill, the stronger they become.

“Tell me what you know.” Rahl leaned closer. “The first kill is a pivotal moment, as it awakens something primal in them. Many hunters call it ‘The Beast.’ Something in them craves the thrill of the hunt and the taste of enemy blood and battle. It’s what fully unleashes you as a hunter.” The feeling she had during the fight came back to her. It was both exhilarating and terrifying. But how long until her ascension? After the fight, she expected it to happen right away.

Lukas was done when two people spoke “ I don't agree with her being our Luna” they said in unison “ What your reason” I can see he is trying to control his anger “She’s human.” They spoke in unison and people began t o murmur. “She’s a hunter.” “She’s weak.”

“So you would know that we’re not joking when we tell you to stay close and not leave the pack. Don’t go beyond the border.” “We’re teenagers, dad. Do you really think those vague warnings mean shit to us?” I asked. “I guess not. You were almost kidnapped last night. So, I have permission to tell you what I am about to tell you. But that’s it and you’re not allowed to repeat it to anyone.” He said. He suddenly had my interest and I leaned forward a little on my seat. “What are you talking about?” I asked. “The pack is being watched. We’re not too sure why. At least I’m not. I’m not sure if the Alpha does. But I don’t know why. They are watching our every move and they obviously decided to ac