Hunters Vs Prey Novels & Stories

He had already mind-linked Killian and told him what was going on, his Alpha would be joining him shortly, but as he watched Tegan flew straight into the worst kind of trouble. Circling unobtrusively above the small herd of roe deer, Tegan picked her target and stealthily separated it from the rest of the herd before going in for the kill. She was so focused on her task she did not notice the strong scent of the human hunters who had spotted her and quickly turned their attention to capturing her. She would fetch them a very good price from the Immortal Hunters, they did not care what these strange, powerful men did to the prey they brought to them. Well, that wasn’t quite true, the Hunters

He sighs heavily, resigning himself, and starts eating again. “So, here’s how it goes,” I begin, my voice flat, devoid of emotion, because that’s how you have to approach it. “The prey are dressed in specific outfits, and they’re released with a five-minute head start to hide. After those five minutes are up, the hunters begin searching. The rules are simple: the hunters don’t have to kill the prey. They can just torment and torture them. But even if the prey survives being found once, it doesn’t mean they’ll live. If they’re found again, it could mean death.”

With stealth and precision, she carefully maneuvered through the forest, utilizing her knowledge of the terrain to drive the prey towards her pack. As Erica's plan unfolded, the sound of rustling leaves and twigs reverberated through the air. Her presence sent ripples of unease among the deer and antelope, causing them to scatter in different directions. The pack seized the opportunity, pursuing the scattered prey with renewed vigor. Their coordinated efforts and unwavering determination paid off. The hunters skillfully outmaneuvered the animals, their quick reflexes and precise strikes resulting in successful captures. The pack's camaraderie and unity shone as they celebrated their triumph,

I shook my head as this wasn’t making any sense. “The kills, they weren’t all vampires. Most of them were other hunters. I think this one is on the run from his own. But the fact he’s gotten this deep into the territory has Ductus Toño on edge, sending his men looking for him.” Diana explained. A hunter being hunted by his own? Well, shit, what could he have done to cross his people? Mistake one of a supernatural creature? It’s still not adding up. And honestly, beyond adding avoid the hunter to my list, I don’t see a reason to care.

he finally mumbled quietly to me. I looked over at him with a tilt of my head. What did that have to do with Rem’s bed preferences? He looked at me uneasily for a moment and then said, “Hunters aren’t fully human either. We’re not supernatural beings like werewolves, but we’re different from average humans. That’s how we’re able to do what we do. Some come from witch and wizard bloodlines, others heroes of old lore… but there’s always something about our bloodlines that gives us a stronger edge.”

The feeling of a hunter catching its prey. It was an unforgettable experience. Perhaps…the revenge would be sweeter in the end. Among those two curious prey, the hunter was laughing within. The trap was perfect!

Covering up the hole with some moss, she dusted off her dress and hurried home, her thoughts of the Hunters exposing her long gone. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ "They're here! The Hunters have arrived!" The cries of the young boys ran through the whole village, many men and women coming out to see the sight. Liam riding in front, followed by nine other men, all on horseback. On the back of Liam's horse was the dead carcass of a mountain lion, and his quiver held an unusual number of arrows. Instead of the standard twelve like the rest of the men in his party, it held 15, two from the archer who had shot the beast earlier, as well as the arrow aimed to warn him.

He saw the five hunters draw a weapon in their hands and they glowed in the moonlight. "‘Wow!’

“This means that there wouldn’t even be much of a war at this point, right,” Breanna asked. “Honestly, I do not want to jinx us, but it does seem like that,” Agatha said. “Gabriel, how about your side? WHat are we looking at with just shifters versus hunters?” “Our biggest issues would be them using weapons. Even our best warriors would be taken down for a while if they took a bullet to the head. Assuming that they would not have time to detach heads, we would not have many casualties,” Gabriel said.

Ramsy boasted. Delta Ramsy mustered little heed to Higgins' pitiful state as the spat to the soon to-be corpse in his wake. Hunters were members of the resistance, who were mostly humans that had their only goal to be liberating their people and domineering the greater mass of carnivorous beast that desired to usurp any attempts they made to establish a system like theirs or breed enough to try. Higgins' life was dangling on a thin thread, his hands laid across the two ends of the baracade by chains anchored to his wrists and a weakened resolve from that death that just insisted on taking its time before truly drawing the life out of him.