Hunter Prey Novels & Stories

This is his second hunt. His weapon according to his name is a sniper, he is a sharpshooter known not to miss a target and can shoot as far as three thousand yards. " Pair him up with the alpha, " Percy instructed his excitement growing. He has always enjoyed the process of picking out the killers for each hunt, there was something phenomenal diving into individuals killers' personalities and picking out the ones that will give the most exhilarating show to his Patrons. Pick the black guy, Percy said to the guy by the screen stopping his movement again.

A man on foot had broken free of his hiding spot and was gunning it after us, running at an impossible speed. I didn't need to see the light sucking black surrounding his pupils, annihilating the whites of his eyes to know what he was. I could tell by the way his arms jerked as he bounded towards us, closing the gap between hunter and prey. I slipped my gun from the holster strapped to my thigh and let off three rounds the same instant the front tire ran a hole, jarring my shots and sending them wide. "Keep it steady!"

Then, amidst the verdant tranquility, I spied her – a magnificent doe, her sleek form illuminated by the golden rays, grazing peacefully. With adrenaline coursing through my veins, I seized the opportunity to provide for my family, to showcase my prowess as a hunter. But hesitation was a luxury I couldn't afford; another hungry soul might claim the prize if I faltered. I envisioned Edina's joyful dance and father's proud smile as I returned home triumphant, burdened with the weight of our evening meal. Drawing my bow, I aimed carefully, but my first shot missed its mark, the doe darting away. Disappointment weighed heavily upon me, but determination spurred me on. With resolve, I pursued my

Ramsy boasted. Delta Ramsy mustered little heed to Higgins' pitiful state as the spat to the soon to-be corpse in his wake. Hunters were members of the resistance, who were mostly humans that had their only goal to be liberating their people and domineering the greater mass of carnivorous beast that desired to usurp any attempts they made to establish a system like theirs or breed enough to try. Higgins' life was dangling on a thin thread, his hands laid across the two ends of the baracade by chains anchored to his wrists and a weakened resolve from that death that just insisted on taking its time before truly drawing the life out of him.

Claire interrupted, “What exactly is a Hunter?” He took a deep breath, steadying himself. “A hunter is a type of human who was or is a Mythical bounty hunter. They have enhanced skills; fighting abilities, enhanced senses. I think one or both of your parents were Hunters. Especially after seeing you in action. Haven’t you ever wondered how you could fight and keep up with the wolves and vampires in your coven and pack? Love, you ARE A HUNTER.”

"I don't think any evidence was left behind. Neither was the murder weapon. As far as we can tell, that is not the crime scene." "What do you mean?" I asked. "Whoever killed her, brought her body here and displayed it. We are going to know more once the ME does her examination and determines the cause of death." "Well, she obviously lost a lot of blood, that's what must have killed her." "Not necessarily. You may find that the loss of blood only happened post-mortem. Based on the angle to which her body was positioned on the bed, it is clear that the culprit wanted as much blood loss as possible. It seems like a 'Vendetta', which brings me to my next question." He looked at both of us as if

"A monster with items? And they're SSS items?" They stared at me like starving wolves eyeing fresh meat. Every single one of them wanted what I had. They just hadn't expected how many items I was carrying. Instead of robbing me, some of them ended up badly injured. Others died on the spot. Fear slowly crept into their eyes. A few of them even began to beg. When I hesitated, one player suddenly dropped his scared act, and his eyes lit up with arrogance. "You're done, you tramp! Big V is coming. He'll take care of you!"

if he ever runs out of items he could go get the item from his bunker the bunkers are not far from his main camp. 2) location of prey- knowing where to find the prey is a key part of hunting Ondo plans to hunt the Kiti deer, Lampo Lamb, Puffo spider, and the golden fish. The forest is split into different regions the lower region has small animals such as rabbits. The middle region has a dangerous mutated monster that can be difficult to hunt. The last one is the upper region where the most dangerous monster lives. Ondo never went up there to hunt because it was far from the camp and too dangerous. Most of the monster he will be facing is in the lower and middle region normally he set up sm

The police had to get involved, there were two police cars out the front of the diner. Ducking under the police tape, Damien stepped into his diner, he was feared by everyone, humans, wolves and vampires alike, he was known as the Blood Alpha and that was not just because Blood is his surname. Her sent hit him sending him into a short sense of euphoria, he had finally found her his mate after, eighteen years of searching he had finally found her.

I run and leap, my heart pounding. I fucking love to hunt. I see the first one ahead of me. Scanning left to right, there are about ten of them in a line winding through the trees. I can’t see the leader or the one at the back, but there are several metres between each of them. This should be fun. I retract my claws for stealth and slink down. There’s a perfect boulder to crouch behind. I time it, then leap, driving my prey off the path and into the darkness beyond. He doesn’t make a sound as I rip out his throat.