Hunter Hunter Island Novels & Stories

Covering up the hole with some moss, she dusted off her dress and hurried home, her thoughts of the Hunters exposing her long gone. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ "They're here! The Hunters have arrived!" The cries of the young boys ran through the whole village, many men and women coming out to see the sight. Liam riding in front, followed by nine other men, all on horseback. On the back of Liam's horse was the dead carcass of a mountain lion, and his quiver held an unusual number of arrows. Instead of the standard twelve like the rest of the men in his party, it held 15, two from the archer who had shot the beast earlier, as well as the arrow aimed to warn him.

“So, let me get this straight, you have no idea what she smelled like but it was distracting enough that her partner managed to get a clean shot on you.” My nails ripped into the arm of my chair and I cursed at losing another chair. I had been going through them like crazy this last week. The older hunter had snuck up on me. The girl with her lithe build and plump lips had drawn my attention and the sound of the shot was what drew me from her siren’s call. If I’d been mortal, I wouldn’t have been able to move fast enough to avoid being shot in the heart. I knew well enough that I was outmatched at that moment and I’d slipped into the darkness of the woods.

Rather, like others before me, I'll die in the attempt. "VAL!" I shout, urging her to move faster. Hunter once again cocks his gun, and just like before, nothing happens. I swallow, knowing my odds of survival are drastically decreasing by the second. I can tell that he's using the classic Colt .45mm pistol. Which means there are only eight rounds. Hunter has already used three rounds, leaving five more left. The bullet could be in any one of those rounds. "I don't like to be kept waiting, Mr. Westshire." Hunter exclaims, pulling back on the trigger once more. I feel my heart stop in my chest as I attempt to prepare myself for the inevitable bullet. When it doesn't come once again, I gulp in

They instinctively looked down. Then everyone froze. The pink, suggestive interface of "Goddess Hunter" disappeared. It was replaced by a cold black interface that looked like a tombstone. At the center of the screen, the photo of me that had been treated as prey vanished too. In its place was Gary's face, twisted with shock. Under his photo, blood red words slowly appeared. [New game activated, Scumbag Hunter.] [Target: Gary Zachary York.] A cold, emotionless synthetic voice came from everyone's phone at the same time.

I sat back against the metal wall, chest heaving, and touched the stinging skin on my neck. Stars…I was thankful I paid attention to military training. Now that they have my DNA profile. By morning, every hunter on the planet would have it too. I couldn't go back to my room, and I couldn't go back to the diner. I rested my hand flat over my stomach, feeling the ache settle down. I was out of options, but I was still breathing.

Beau, a lean black man with a bald head and sharp eyes, was reclined against the small stage at the front, watching the smaller groups postulate theories about who had taken Bethan. For Diamond and Trigger, there was no doubt whatsoever about who the culprit was. They were talking to Jackson and Delilah, a couple who had moved to the south of England from New York. However they, unlike Susan, rarely spoke of their past. They’d joined the Seafall hunters when their search for a Knucker, a shape shifting water spirit, had brought them to our coastal town.

He took a seat as George revved the engine up and then the long sleek boat pulled away from the pier, heading out to sea. "So what's going on then, George? What did you find?" "There's something going on here, Mark," The old man said as he turned the boat a couple of hundred metres out from the Island. "I've been through Benjamin's private banking and had my people pull out any one-off payments to construction companies between when the Island was bought and the main house was built, and they found one, an Indian company that specialises in home security." "So you think they were brought in to build a safehouse somewhere?" Mark guessed.

“Did you come all this way to question me or do you have something to tell me?” His constant bickering and the voices in my head were giving me a fucking headache. Ryan wasn’t one to be intimidated by my actions, in this kingdom and possibly around, he was the only person who could stand and smile unaffected while I blew hot on people. He and Cory. Well, Cory has no idea yet. But that was a factor I wasn’t sure I wanted to be explored. Ryan looked at me with a soft smile on his face. He was a dog with a fucking bone, chewing and chasing. “Nothing, Hunter has been killed and now, black cage pack, they want to claim his land,”

He clenched his fist so hard and hit the man on the face directly deeming him unconscious. He heard footsteps running towards where he was. He slowly went back inside the bedroom and locked it. He zipped his gear bag and carried it. He went to his window, opened it and got out from it. He ran to the front door and locked it from the outside. He went behind the house and got his car and drove it out of his compound seeing the other man looking at him from the window banging it. He knew he would never shoot because it was daylight and that would have attracted unnecessary attention. Hunter didn’t want to kill those two. His intentions were to send a message to the man on the phone. He drove to

Trent's voice carried a hint of concern as he shared the news. "Hunter encountered a school of whites and other dangerous creatures in a frenzy. He's currently pinned down, waiting for an opportunity to find a safer path," Trent informed them, his voice laced with a mixture of urgency and caution. Joe couldn't help but be amazed by Trent's connection with Hunter, their scout who was venturing ahead of them. It was as if they shared a telepathic link, allowing them to communicate even at a distance. Tritan's curiosity mirrored Joe's, prompting him to seek clarification.