Hunters Vs Prey Novels & Stories

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.

As the hunters entered the trap, chaos erupted. Harley led his team in a fierce charge, using the element of surprise to their advantage. The hunters, caught off guard, scrambled to regroup. The werewolves fought with everything they had, their primal strength and agility giving them an edge over the heavily armed hunters. The battle raged on, the forest echoing with the sounds of combat. Harley shifted into his wolf form, tearing through the hunters with ferocity. His team followed suit, their coordinated attacks leaving the hunters reeling.

’ I asked myself as I started moving towards the source of the scent. ‘Is that my….?’ BANG!! The loud noise of a gunshot caught my attention. I turned towards my right to see those miserable creatures who call themselves ‘Hunters’ standing at a distance with rifles, swords, axes, and torches in their hands. These hunters are not some ordinary hunters, they are supernatural hunters. They only hunt supernatural beings like us. But what are these stupid creatures doing in our lands? How dare they break the peace treaty offered by them only! If I want, I can just kill all of them in the blink of an eye but then a thought crossed my brain and I shook my head.

The hunters turned towards us, their guns following our movements. We didn't give them a chance to fire. Adonis and I moved with the speed and precision of our kind, dodging bullets and closing the distance between us and the hunters. We needed to get close enough to disarm them, to turn their own weapons against them if necessary. The battle was fierce, but we had the element of surprise on our side. The hunters, though numerous, were not as fast or as strong as we were. One by one, they fell, their weapons either disabled or turned against their comrades.

Veronica’s POV The Preliminary Hunt exclusive for newly converted rogues is much like other hunting competitions— except that the beasts and creatures hunted must be kept alive. The participants were given magic chokers personalized with assigned colors to each clan as their marking tools for their hunt. The winner will be decided by the highest points accumulated during the given time. Each beast has an assigned point in them depending on their species so it really doesn't depend on quantity. The hunts will be offered to the pack they represent and the pack can decide whether to take in the offerings or not.

“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.

His whole pack moves like wolves with their hackles raised, restless, sensing that something much larger is looming. Hunters are striking again. Not rogues. Not Kael’s men. Hunters who are organized, trained and merciless. I watch one of their victims being carried into the Draven compound. His blood smells like metal and smoke, the tang of it stinging my nose. He’s young, barely older than me and his chest is carved open with bullets that glitter faintly silver. He won’t survive the night. My stomach twists. For the first time, I realize it doesn’t matter whose pack he belonged to. The hunters don’t see sides. To them, we’re all beasts to be culled and somehow, I’m standing in the middle of

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.

The hunter's son was protecting the prey. And they both knew it would destroy him.

he says. For the first time since a long time ago, I allow myself to have hope; Kathy and I are finally not alone. Of course, at that time, I have no idea that this moment of peace is temporary and that the real storm is yet to come to force me one more time to pick up the broken pieces of my entire life. Hank POV Hunters and werewolves have been enemies since always, and nothing probably can change that ever. Werewolves live in packs and hunters in clans or groups traveling together. And every time each side has a chance, they try to kill as many as possible from the other side.