Hunter Prey Novels & Stories

My gun, strapped to my thigh, pulsed against my leg with every movement, and the bandolier of carved bullets slung across my chest swung softly from side to side. Near-silent footsteps trailed me. Near-silent, but familiar – boot soles slinking upwards in perfect sync. My Dads. I knew without seeing that they were behind me, just as I knew that the rest of the hunters were following behind them. We were an impenetrable unit, and we would win. I could feel it in my bones, could feel it in every feather-light step I took. We had the element of surprise, the upper hand. We were going to win. I could hear murmuring conversation from above when I reached the fourth four. I crept closer and closer

Humane eyes burning for triumph, then the repulsive scent of blood at the end of every clash. My body’s yearning for it, thirsting for battle. I dragged my gaze back in front of me to start looking for prey. I almost took a step forward when a strolling human figure came into the scene. Even though the dim light is overlaying on its body, I could perceive some of its exterior features. Grey hair, a guy, and clothed with commoners clothing. He was marching, going towards the other side of the forest until he stopped, wondering why he just noticed my presence. He tilted his head facing me, and without wasting another minute, my hands intersected, grabbing both of my daggers on each side of my

In the story, Ekansh had always despised Shanaya for the harm she caused Naina, and now that hatred burned in his gaze. “Do you know what I think, Shanaya?” Ekansh murmured, leaning closer. “I think you finally got what you wanted. Rehan’s attention. Unfortunately for you…” He smiled, a slow, dangerous curve of his lips. “It’s the last thing you’ll ever have.” He drew a dagger from his belt, the blade glinting ominously in the dim light. Shama’s breath hitched. Her mind screamed for her to do something—anything—but terror rooted her in place. *I’m going to die here... in a world that isn’t even mine.* Ekansh raised the dagger, his expression cold and determined.

...Hunter POV... I felt like pulling out my hair. For what seemed like the twentieth time now, the Huntress, whoever she was, had managed to foil my plans. I didn't know who this Huntress was, but she was driving me insane. No matter what I did, she always seemed to be one step ahead of me. Earlier on, I sent my men out to capture another lead. We had been tailing him for a week and found an opportunity to grab him discreetly. He was a minister of the government and was known for taking handouts. Making him an easy target for Silvio.

She missed them more and more and longed for both even more than she ever did at this moment, she had to go on and keep moving to get them back as soon as she could. Up next was Abaddon the telepathic demon of hell. Edna had always been a skilled hunter. She had spent years training in the art of tracking and killing her prey, honing her skills until she was one of the most feared hunters in the land. But nothing could have prepared her for what was to come.

We can't know what precedes and follows them, because in our case, I would still believe I was a football player's money-sucking bitch. I pay attention to each photo that is presented. I like the results, by the way. I like not having to be without a bra and with feathers in front of the breast. I think it's beautiful but too cliché. I love the shots where Hunter looks at me with lust as if he is going to eat me alive. I love the ones where we are lying on the floor and he is stroking my belly. “It looks better than I imagined,” I speak while putting on my sandals with a bit of difficulty.

He whispered angrily and threw a fist on the bed. He got up from the bed and decided to brush his teeth and take his bath. By the time he was done, the dreaded headaches had stopped, he vision was clear enough and he was all freshened up. He put on some work clothes and left for the kitchen. As he approached, he could hear noises in his kitchen, he paused, waited and listened to confirm his suspicions. He could hear footsteps and the clashing of his plates and other kitchen utensils, he decided that somehow a thief had managed to visit him. Immediately he grabbed his gun from the holster on his jean and cocked it. He began to tiptoe towards the kitchen; trying to make sure the thief would be

“Horrified at my thoughts but driven by my need, I ran into the woods. I saw an unsuspecting deer munching happily at some low leaves others had left behind. My body moved at a speed that brought back a hazy memory of a woman I had seen somewhere before. I had him by the throat before he could blink. “My hunger partially quenched, I began to realize the depth of my situation. I had heard campfire talk of creatures that roamed the night, immortals that survived on human blood. I raged in anger and ran further from the camp. I might not be able to reach Valhalla, but I would not deprive another soldier of his glory. I learned to sleep during the day, hidden away under fallen brush where

She muttered as she aligned the criss cross mark of her sniper scope to the head of the terrorist with the gun. She held her breadth and pulled the trigger at the same time when he raised his rifle to shoot the third captive. The gun fell from his hand first before the man followed. There was panic amongst the other two who looked around in confusion. One of the men made a dash to the fallen weapon of his comrade but she followed him swiftly, the criss cross mark of her sniper moving behind her new target till her focus point was centered on his chest, then she pulled the trigger. A second later, the man was flying backwards in the air before landing on the floor motionless.

“I stay alive for my pack. Is that not enough?” Bloodhound Pack. My Pack. We are not a large group of people but that's only because there's no need for us to be. We are vicious killers, people who have spent many years training for a moment in the world when it shows its weakness and we take forceful charge of the entire council, subduing others to our will.