Novel & Cerita Hunters Vs Prey

His voice sounds increasingly angry with each word . " Which part ? " I scoff . " All of it . I could never kill Diana even if someone took my soul and replaced it with a hunter's ! " He hits back with rage . Hunters are said to be humans with above average abilities , their only aim is to rid the world of supernatural species , more often than not , they tend to go for werewolves and vampires the most . They usually leave seers , witches and related species alone . His statement didn't make sense in the least.

I steeled myself, and I dodged Alice’s lunge, barely missing her teeth by a fraction of an inch. Those behind her were drenched in shadow, but I could make out an array of dark faces, each with their own set of blinding teeth. The bodies attached to the mouths did not matter, just as the stories and emotions behind each creature did not give them humanity. They were monsters, and their eyes were all fixed on me. I was the hunter, not the hunted. I was the predator, not the prey. Fight to the door, I told myself, focusing on the cool metal hilt of the knife.

The outsiders who knew nothing about this town wouldn’t have guessed that just three months ago, the humans and the wolves were determined to wipe out each other’s existence in the world. The two opposing clans were sitting on each of my side. On my left, there were humans who were watching me with those wary eyes. I know that they were keeping their daggers and guns beneath their fancy clothes. I’d heard the sound of metal and I’d sniffed the scent of the gunpowder the minute I entered the venue. This was a wedding, but they came prepared to turn this into a funeral anytime. Sitting on my right side were the wolves, just waiting for the perfect opportunity to sink their claws and teeth into

It turned out they had been spotted by some scouts. The air was thick with the stench of blood and death. Without hesitation, the hunters launched themselves at their enemies. The werewolves were fast and ferocious, but the hunters were well-trained and well-armed. They fought with all their might, their silver blades glinting in the moonlight. The vampires were equally dangerous, using their supernatural speed and strength to evade the hunters' attacks. But the hunters were relentless, and they refused to give up until every last vampire and werewolf lay dead at their feet, or had escaped.

The hunter leader smiled again. “You thought we’d bring just a hunting party?” My chest tightened. “This is an army.” “Yes.” He looked almost pleased. “And now the real hunt begins.” The motorcycles spread out instantly, forming a wide circle around the clearing. Hunters dismounted smoothly, raising their weapons. The wolves were surrounded again. But this time it was worse. Much worse. Because these hunters weren’t just armed. They were prepared for war. Adrian stepped slightly in front of me. His eyes glowed brighter now.

They instinctively looked down. Then everyone froze. The pink, suggestive interface of "Goddess Hunter" disappeared. It was replaced by a cold black interface that looked like a tombstone. At the center of the screen, the photo of me that had been treated as prey vanished too. In its place was Gary's face, twisted with shock. Under his photo, blood red words slowly appeared. [New game activated, Scumbag Hunter.] [Target: Gary Zachary York.] A cold, emotionless synthetic voice came from everyone's phone at the same time.

And somewhere in the darkness. Someone's expression turned very ugly. Because for the first time... The prey had challenged the hunter. And the hunter wasn't sure who held the advantage anymore.

"The rogue's scent will attract others. We need to find a hideout." As we stumbled forward, the sound of a gunshot split the air, followed by the unmistakable echo of human voices. "What now?!" I whispered in fear. "Hunters," Steven replied, groaning. I heard him cursing under his breath. Our situation had just gone from dire to catastrophic. Werewolves and hunters had been enemies for centuries, and their presence meant they were tracking the rogue—or, worse, us. Hunters are humans who believe in werewolves. They aim to catch and kill species like Steven.

"It means, Luna Lyra, that while you're hunting your prey, the others can hunt you." The clearing fell silent. I felt as if the ground had dropped out from beneath my feet. "You're saying... Can we hunt each other?" "Precisely," Zara confirmed. "You must bring down your assigned prey, but you can also eliminate your competition. The last hunter to return with their kill wins." My mind reeled. This wasn't just a hunting competition; it was a battle royale. I glanced around at the other hunters, suddenly seeing them not as packmates, but as potential threats.

As I approach, I spot them—a cluster of figures, their movements erratic and hurried. The battle that ensues is fierce and relentless. The hunters are better equipped and more determined than ever. Their advanced gear and strategic approach pose a serious threat. I fight with everything I have, my wolf form moving with precision and strength. The conflict is intense, each moment filled with the clashing of claws and the snarls of combat.