Hunter Prey Novels & Stories

“All right.” ------- The hunters could not believe that they had burst out into a busy city. It was early, but everyone was busy with their jobs. There are many restaurants around. There are also many vehicles passing on the other side. “A supernatural in a busy city,” said Damon. “Good for hiding.” “It’s exciting again,” Hugo said. “Find a supernatural in a human heap.” “What are we looking for, exactly?” Tyler asked. “A supernatural who eats the heart of his victim. And I think the human heart is his target in the busy city.” Kyra said.

She and Nick had been parked outside some gambling parlor for hours, waiting for Syd, who they had been tailing for a day to come out. “You know we can't do that. We don't want to draw attention to ourselves.” Nick replied. “You're a hunter, you know that hunters can wait patiently for their prey.” “Fine. Fine.” Nadine replied, looking away. “Let's keep ourselves busy.” When she saw the suggestive glint in Nick's eyes, she groaned, “I didn't mean like that.” “What did you mean?” Nick asked, chuckling. “Uh, okay, tell me something about how lycanthropes operate.” Nadine said.

Selena’s fight-or-flight instinct kicked in and she chose flight. “Damn it, he was not alone.” A man with a deep voice said, taking out his fangs from the gushing body of Ethan, but despite not being hungry, the creature knew it could not let Selena leave. It did not enjoy its meal because Ethan had the most common blood group in the world and that was their equivalent of a flat cola. This had quickly turned into a horrid evening, one of the most traumatic events for Selena but it was about to get worse. “Hey… You shouldn’t be doing that,” A voice said, it had the same bass as the one that had just killed but it was a lot more authoritative.

I groaned at my own fruitless thoughts as I stepped out of the main doors, and knelt to turn the lock at the base of the doors, then waved in front of the sensors to make sure it was really locked. I’d intended to walk home and try to sleep, but the moment I turned from the building and out into the air, the second the wind fluttered my hair around my face, and the scents of the night whipped around me, my chest squeezed again. The urge to hunt was more than just at temptation, it was a drive. A fruitless, frustrating, fascinating drive. I should have gone home, tried to study and maybe gone back out later. But everything in me was tense and shaky and… I wanted to sink my teeth into somethin

“I'm Roxanne, Roxie for short,” “Nice to meet you, Roxie. I think we are going to be great friends!” Willow clasped her hands together and Roxie thought so too. Kaizen cleared his throat, gaining everyone's attention once again. “When hunting, it's important to have an understanding of what you are chasing. This includes its size, behavior patterns, and habitat. Big games are difficult to catch with larger territories while small games tend to be less wary and have smaller territories. Having these understanding can better your approach and increase your chance of a good hunt. Also, this hunt explores the themes of competition, courage and thrill. Meet back here at sundown. Goodluck,”

I asked him. "I will never bow to a witch. I will take pleasure in eating your heart since you chose to ruin my meal!" He spat back at me with an evil smirk. Yes, I could have easily done a killing blow, but I find a slight enjoyment in making the evil beings suffer a little. Plus, I get paid more if I deliver them alive. Mucelini here broke the law. Ghouls have centers where they can obtain flesh to survive. When several ghoul attacks started in the area and the Paranormal Enforcement Agents (PEA) couldn't find the culprit they called me. Freya Blackwood, paranormal bounty hunter. I take on hunting ghouls, vampires, werewolves, and other creatures of the night. I am the best of the best and

My limbs burned, but it was a pleasurable ache, like I was meant for this—meant to run, to chase, to hunt. I could hear something up ahead. A heartbeat. Quick and frantic. Prey. I didn’t question why I knew that. I just knew. And then, I saw it. A stag. Its antlers were massive, its muscles tensed as it turned its head, sensing the danger lurking within the shadows. Its eyes locked onto mine, and for a moment, time seemed to pause. A flicker of hesitation shot through me. Why am I hunting? I skidded to a halt, my chest heaving. The wolves beside me slowed, watching me curiously.

We both puzzle over it for a minute. “Could it have gotten lost? Wandered this way out of hunger?” Noah scoffs. “No. They don’t eat people for sustenance. More like a macabre hobby if one happens to come their way.” I should be thinking about why this creature is here. Strategizing. Being the Alpha. Instead I'm crouched in the cold next to a hunter, our knees nearly touching, both of us breathing hard, and the want is right there, simple and enormous.

he whispered, voice edged with steel. But the scent hit me then, familiar, bitter, wrong. My blood iced. “No,” I breathed, stepping back. “Not a rogue. A hunter.” Kael’s eyes snapped to mine. He understood instantly. Hunters, humans trained to track, trap, and kill wolves, were worse than rogues. They didn’t fight for dominance or survival. They fought for extermination. The figure stepped into view, crossbow gleaming beneath the moonlight, eyes sharp and merciless. His smile was thin, cruel.

Their bodies become a blur of fur and muscle, illuminated by the moon's radiant glow. In a harmonious display of teamwork, the pack corners their chosen targets, their focused gazes fixed upon the deer. With calculated precision, they strike, their teeth and claws finding their marks. The forest echoes with the primal sounds of their success—the triumphant howls, the desperate cries of the prey, and the rustling of leaves as the hunt reaches its climax.