Hunter Prey Novels & Stories

“People view others in different ways, some see them as equals, some as tools, and others as obstacles. But….Hades doesn’t see people, he sees prey.” A chill rippled down my spine. “And he doesn’t hunt because he has to, he hunts because he craves the thrill of the chase. The longer it drags on, the greater his satisfaction. He loves watching his prey squirm, their fear mounting with every second, until he finally devours them whole.”

My tail twitched with excitement. The moment they turned their backs on me, I burst forward, my paws flying over the terrain. Snapping twigs alerted them to my approach, but the fawn wasn’t fast enough to evade me. While the doe sprang away into the trees, she left behind her juvenile to stumble and bleat until I collided with it. Our bodies crashed to the ground. The thrill of the hunt blinded me as I snapped my teeth at its neck, swiftly capturing its throat. I felt its breath rattling and saw the whites of its eyes flash in fear. Primal instincts took over, my jaw clenching, suffocating the fawn as we lay entangled in the grass. When its body stopped moving, I knew I had won.

After that, a different kind of satisfaction came across me. I enjoyed hunting these human hunters, thus, killing 10 werewolves and being the youngest and best werewolf hunter. Rendall killed 8 werewolves which are also not that bad, Quinn is setting poisonous traps and putting some on the bows granting her 4 kills. We make a great team. “Let’s go, Raffi.” I turned and saw Rendall brushing his mid-length hair using his fingers. “Are you going on a date?” I asked him as I scanned his clothes.

Hunter killed the f*cker who was on top of him and that was when his eyes fell on the flicker of caramel skin behind the trees far away from him. His eyes narrowed and then widened realizing it was Silvia. Hunter felt raw fury consume his very being and all he saw was red.

To him, the line between predator and prey blurred, as he relished the anticipation of the hunt. Her defiance, her unwavering spirit, it was all a delicious challenge to his sinister mind. He was drawn to her like a moth to a flame, captivated by the fire that burned within her. And now, as she ventured further into the shadows, he saw an opportunity to indulge his darkest desires. His footsteps were silent, blending seamlessly with the rustling leaves beneath his feet. He moved with a calculated grace, closing the distance between them, his eyes never leaving her figure. Each step brought him closer to his prey, fueling the adrenaline coursing through his veins.

No doubt trying to tell him her side of the story before he learns of the truth. Hitting the forest, I shift. Taking off in the direction of Hallen’s. I knew exactly where his lair was. It wasn’t long before the scents around me changed. Shifters and plenty of them. I was close to their territory. “Come out, come out wherever you are.” I call out to the forest. Everything was still for a moment. A snap of a twig gives someone away. Turning my head, I see yellow eyes peering out between leaves. Shifting to my human form I let out a warning growl.

We three sneak off to talk because I need more information on this cunt. "She is feral Hunter which means the need to drink will fuck with her. She will go after any child she sees now. This is more dangerous because the thirst will eventually take over and she won't stop till she drains a pup dry. Killing her is the only way",I sigh sadly as we sit. "So all pups are in danger?",I sit stiffly.

With focused determination in their eyes, they moved stealthily through the shadows, each step echoing the silent promise of a successful hunt. The forest was alive with murmurs of nocturnal creatures, and as they ventured deeper, the hunters spread out, their senses sharp and alert. The hunt was on, and the night held the promise of bountiful prey. Alpha Grayson's keen eyes scanned the dense forest, his senses heightened as he searched for his prey. And then, in the distance, he spotted a magnificent deer, its sleek form moving gracefully through the underbrush. Alpha Grayson gave the deer a chase, his agile form swiftly weaving through the trees with calculated precision. His powerful musc

Once everyone had gotten their role, Alpha Jackson continued with his instructions. "Prey will have a twenty-minute head start to hide or get as far away, within pack grounds, as possible. The Hunters will be the only group who will shift as they search for the prey. A Hunter wins if they bring a Prey back to Beta Christian before the time runs out. A Prey wins if they outlast a Hunter. Those of you who lose will be on Mess Hall clean-up duty." There were mumbles around the pack and I nudged Annable, trying to get a look at her paper, "What did you get?" I whispered to her.

Darcel Gigantic predators hunt smaller animals not for the need of filling up themselves , but they hunt because, those creatures are fascinating; how those tiny creatures cower, hide, run away,when the mighty hunters give the chase for the fun, and when they finally nab those tiny things, they enjoy how their prey's heart flutters, the fear quotient always make the hunt thrilling. Yet some of them give a good fight until the very end, and even that bravado seems appetizing.