Hunters Vs Prey Novels & Stories

Rowan wore a midnight blue tuxedo with a black bow tie, looking elegant. Ash chose a charcoal grey suit with a lavender shirt and a slim black tie, giving off a modern vibe. Oak stood out in a deep burgundy velvet blazer, black trousers, and no tie, with a silver brooch on his lapel. Maple kept it classic with a black suit, white shirt, and a silver-grey tie. Together, they looked stunning, each showing off their unique style while still looking like a perfectly matched set. Sometimes, I wished that they weren't this good looking. Because how can they be bullies but still be blessed with every good physical feature known to man?

He gazes at me and clears his throat as a serious look appears on his face. "Laura, of course, the war involves us and did I just hear you say what pack would be waging war against us? I think what you meant to ask is what packs would be waging war against us, not just a pack, but packs." Richard spits out. Packs? Why packs? What are we going to do? "And the only thing you thought of doing was to stuff food down your throat?" I snap at him with a fearful look on my face. Why is he not afraid? I mean, if packs are coming to attack us, we should be scared, frightened, terrified!

he growled, his fangs bared. Gracko and Dracko just laughed, their eyes glinting with anticipation. The real fight was only just beginning. The hunters descended upon Pearl and Carolina like vultures, their fangs bared and their eyes blazing with bloodlust. The brothers fought valiantly, but they were vastly out-powered and it seemed like only a matter of time before the hunters claimed their victims. Pearl's eyes went wide as Gracko's fangs snapped mere inches from her face. She was paralyzed with fear, unable to move or scream.

The words settled like prophecy. The fire in the torches hissed low, casting their faces into eerie half-light. Around them, the pack straightened, their bodies tense with renewed purpose. They were not mindless beasts, not shadows to be scattered with a flick of a vampire’s wrist. They were hunters. They were family. They were vengeance clothed in fur and flesh. Above the den, the moon shifted behind the clouds once more, shrouding the world in darkness. And in that darkness, the Luparis began to plan.

“Yes. No one offered to give him CPR. Esme had passed out. She doesn’t know.” “Fuck.” “Jake, evolution is a powerful force that drives a species’ survival, but also has checks and balances to ensure there isn’t overpopulation of any species. Prey/predator relationships exist as a mechanism to keep that balance.” “Hunters have a genetic predisposition to prey on enhanced species.” “Correct.” “Sebastian was a hunter. Esme instinctively knew the threat he posed to her and Adam.” “Yes. Hunters have preyed on witches the most since we are easier prey. Shifters are not excluded from their list.”

The wild hares remain in the same place jumping around nibbling on the pieces of oat hays that Phobos scattered around as bait. "Do you have your knives?" He inquires whilst taking back my attention. Looking down to my right at the earth I pick them up and raise them for him to see. "Yes." I reply. "The knives will not kill them but it will hit them if thrown well. I shall take a hit as a kill." He mutters. Getting into a crawling position digging my nails into the soil I glare up at the wild hares analyzing their movements. Phobos told me that there are merely two things that exist in today's world. A predator and prey.

he trailed off I couldn't believe I was talking about the supernatural so easily as if a week ago I hadn't been questioning their existence. I nodded following along, "And hunters?" "Hunters and Finders are more similar. A finder can easily become a hunter and vice-versa" "So what's the difference?" I asked. "Hunters are...” He trailed off his eyes becoming darker, "horrid really, they hunt the supernatural." "Hunt? Like, kill?" I asked suddenly feeling alarmed.

Unlike other supernatural creatures hunters did not have other supernatural powers other than their speed that they can only use if their prey is near them. Hunters could not shift like any other shifters. Supernatural creatures could not catch human diseases and die but hunters could. Hunters did not have an immunity system as werewolves. Supernatural creatures can be killed by normal weapons but if silver is used then there is no chance for that creature to stay alive on other hand hunters could be killed by any weapons.

"I ...I wouldn't recommend it." "But why not?" "Just for the sport, right, Oliver?" Callum spoke for the first time in a while. "It's not the same." "How so?" Callum crossed his hands. "Of course it's not like in sports- both parties there have an equal start, correct?" Offered Henriette. "And in hunting, the prey doesn't have the same means to defend themselves. " Oliver finished for her and they exchanged a conspirational smile. "Sometimes the prize is sparing a life, not taking it."

I said as I looked the man over once before turning to Kane, he opened his mouth but Aramis spoke first, my attention going back to him. “Hunters are an elite squad within wolf packs. Similar to Scouts in their skill set but more prone to apprehension and elimination. Think of us like Bounty Hunters while Scouts are trackers and protectors. Hunters are the elite of the elite and we are the only pack that has them.” He explained, his confidence and hubris apparent when he spoke of them. I raised an eyebrow and nodded slowly, impressed but still suspicious of the wolf in question. There was just something about him that didn’t sit right with me.