Hunter Prey Novels & Stories

"Teach me to fight." "No," he responds curtly, resuming his relentless assault on the hapless dummy. Each blow reverberates with strength, sending gusts of wind that tousle Hailey's hair. She is in awe of the power in his arms and legs; if she had even half of that, the Hunt wouldn't intimidate her. The Wild Hunt isn't inherently dangerous or unpredictable. A rogue prey is released into the forest, and the first person to shoot an arrow through him emerges victorious. Typically, this occurs within the first hour. What truly makes the Hunt unpredictable are the surprises that have accompanied each one thus far. Perhaps a pack of coyotes will be unleashed, or deadly traps will be laid out acro

"I told you that I would help you and I intend on doing so. Having the hunters dead is going to be beneficial to all our business. We just can't do anything rash that would get the attention of the council. I have a few members in my pocket, but they will not reveal themselves to save any of us." "Fine but I want them all dead", the other man said. "Don't worry Beherit, what is a hunters' greatest weakness?" "Their mates, of course." "That's right Beh their mates, so we make a plan and either capture or kill as many of the females as possible." "Rainns mate needs to die, I want him to suffer the way I suffered." "Fine, but we need a solid plan first. We will meet in a few days and come up wi

I can see the panic flicker in Hazel's wide eyes as she desperately tries to stay silent, her body tense with fear. I notice the faint sound of footsteps and the distant echo of a hunter's voice, searching diligently for us. If we remain perfectly still and silent, there's a chance he might overlook our hiding spot. Hunters were one of the mysterious creatures that inhabited these woods. They were incredibly fast, their piercing red eyes glowing ominously in the dark, yet they possessed a human-like appearance that made them even more unsettling. Their faces were gaunt, with sharp fangs visible when they snarled, and claws that gleamed dangerously beneath the moonlight. Their skin was extrem

He snorted, head snapping back, and swiped at his snout to clear the muck from it. An image appeared to Hunter of Tete splayed out, prairie dogs fleeing from his clumsy attempt to pounce into the midst of their colony. Laughed floated in the air. Tete made himself unseen. Hunter shifted from his position, but he had to be careful not to make quick, abrupt movements—the blur of displaced air, the fracture of light—that would betray him. He stepped lightly over the clutter of pebbles and small stones and stilled his breath so that it was indistinguishable from the breeze, but that did nothing to mask his scent.

- KILLIAN - Fear. Even from a mile away, I can sense the fear of my prey. It’s very satisfying for a predator to witness the defeat of a victim before it’s claimed as a conquest. And right now, I am that predator, enjoying the trivial acts of my prey. I thrive on it. Dine on it even. And just at the right time, when I have her cornered, I’ll strike and leave nothing untouched. Hunting has never felt so divine.

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.

kay, so he gets points for having more skill than I would give a hunter credit. I always figured hunters used whatever bits of magic they picked up to hunt us down and find new inventive ways to kill us. Though I suppose being able to disguise themselves as well as Khalid’s Clark Kent glasses would help them better infiltrate and make stealth kills if their target could recognize them.

Stephen looked at him and laughed out loud. "Ohh my innocent Callum". He held him in his arms. And Callum felt safe again. "It was blood love". He softly swayed him left to right. "Being a Wolf is a different thing. Wolves have mates. Like Humans. When we present our 18th year, it's an automatic search for our mate. We catch their special scent that indicates our mates. An Alpha like me, for instance, has much sharp senses because we have to lead a whole pack. An Alpha can sense his mate miles away.

This way, he could live a more casual life. "Boss, why did we give those losers a chance instead of throwing the evidence in their faces?" Catherine looked at him with fatigued eyes. She replied in a lazy tone, "Isn't it more fun this way?" Ronin chimed in, "You're right. A hunter must prefer to play with the prey before eating it." Bryan took a tumble. In the case when the prey was too much, there was no point in eating the prey directly. It was a lot more fun to watch the prey struggle on the verge of dying.

Ventura’s fingers tightened around my neck, and I struggled to breathe. “There goes that defiant hiss again. You’re becoming quite the little vampire. You sound just like one,” he said with a growing hatred. “Do you know how much trouble you’ve been giving me? You killed my small human army of hunters who would do my future bidding. I had a chance at a surprise attack on the Harringtons, but you blew it! You were unsuccessful at making more of yourself and serving me. Why shouldn’t I just snap your pretty neck and be done with it? All my troubles would die along with you.”