Hunters Vs Prey Novels & Stories

The hunter had become the hunted. And the only question that remained: how many souls would have to fall before this blood-soaked game finally reached its end?

I couldn't help but steal a few glances because it was almost impossible to ignore such different presences. Hunter, the eldest of them, led the groups. His cold yet fascinating demeanour oozes the aura of a powerful Alpha. His beautiful blue eyes and sharp jawline made him irresistibly attractive. Next one is Ryder who looked every bit an athlete. He was the only one who was responding to the girls’ screams, waving to them with a flirty smile. His muscular build made him look like a sportsman. But Hunter was the one who noticed me first. His dark hair and striking features were just as handsome as his brother, but it was his eyes that caught my attention. They were really beautiful, our eye

Soft, agonizing whimpers escape with every labored breath - its life force slowly leaving its maimed body. Hurried and anxious footsteps emerge from the surrounding treeline. One-by-one the rest of the hunters appear - a look of victory edged across their exhausted faces. The night has been long, the hunt grueling and trying at best. But in the end we stand victorious - masters of the beast! It came at us with everything it had, but it wasn't enough. We were faster, stronger, smarter - better in every way - I was better in every way. "Go ahead, Malachai. Finish him!" Says one of the hunters, his voice hungry, filled with dangerous excitement.The rest of them chime in as well.

"Then let's show them what happens when the prey starts hunting back." ​On the horizon, the lights of a hundred bounty-hunter ships began to rise, their sensors locked onto the amber glow of the Vane pack.

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

he replied, eyes glinting, dangerous and alive. The fight stretched on, chaotic, adrenaline-fueled. Mud and rain slicked the floor, branches tore at clothing, and the hunters pressed closer, relentless. But we moved together, our synergy a silent, deadly language. Instinct, trust, and a hint of reckless courage guided every motion. Finally, one hunter stumbled, another was knocked back, and the last hesitated, watching us like predators reconsidering their prey. Travis and I stood side by side, breathing hard, eyes locked on the remaining hunter.

I watched for a moment before walking toward my door. As I was shutting it, I heard Elena whisper, “Go get your man, Auntie.” I shook my head. That girl was a disaster walking, and I absolutely adored the organized chaos that was Elena. I quietly crept down the stairs before slipping out the back door and into the forest. I stopped beneath his tree, looking up, scanning the tree for him but not finding him. “I know you’re here, ‘Sprey. I can feel you.” He sighed as he swung himself down out of the tree. “Hey, Scarlett. I was just leaving. I was hunting a squirrel. They’re fast and good to hunt to keep myself fresh and-”

His eyes narrowed forming slits, and his voice dropping an octave lower, “You cared so much about him. Don't you?” I stood there rigidly, holding his gaze refusing to look away. “Then since you care so much about him, you're to partake in the prey hunt and if you succeed, I shall spare Kael.” His voice was filled with venom. The prey hunt. My heart thumped and my head reeled as I thought of it. I had never been in such an event before but I knew what it was about. Those who break the rules in the pack house were often made prey in the training ground for the young warriors to hone their skills. There could be an accident. A knife could accidently impale you or you could be maimed intentional

"Looks like negotiation time is over." Everything happened at once. Kade's forces opened fire on the hunters. The hunters, unnaturally fast, closed the distance with terrifying speed. Hail shoved me behind him and loosed a bolt from his crossbow, catching the nearest hunter in the shoulder, a shot that should have been lethal but merely made the creature stumble. Lena fired precise shots from her position, each bullet finding its mark but doing minimal damage. The hunters didn't bleed like normal humans; instead, a thick, black substance oozed from their wounds.