Hunting Adline Novels & Stories

Adrian and I have always been the top hunters in A Class, having the most strength compared to the others. So, we had little to worry about when it came to winning first place, and from what I heard, the reward was more substantial than previously. Neither one of us wanted to miss out on that, which meant, my only true completion this year would be Adiran, though that's usually how it goes. I shifted, shooting out through the woods, the wind caressing my fur as I lost myself in the feel of freedom that running gave me. Adrian had split off to the left, making quick work of any small creature he came upon. I was about to mount my attack when the wind shifted and a spicy sweet scent caught me

“No, Nan snapped. They can’t. If an Alpha as great as Kaelen dies in their hands, war erupts. They’ll keep him alive.” Adrian’s jaw tightened, torn between rage and grief. The trees parted, revealing the pack’s truck hidden under branches. Relief surged, but it was short-lived. Ironfang hunters poured from the shadows, surrounding the vehicle. Blades gleamed, fangs bared. “Ambush!” one of moonbane own scouts shouted. The clash was instant. Steel clanged, claws slashed. Adrian fought desperately, his claws cutting through fur and flesh, but there were too many. Three of their hunters fell, throats torn open.

“We smell her… we taste her…” Zayn’s jaw clenched. “Adrien! They won’t stop until they devour every shard of her essence. Every piece of her.” Adrien’s heart lurched. His vision blurred with fury. “Then we’ll tear them apart first!” He hurled himself forward again, his silver glow burning brighter than before. But the hunters were endless. One dissolved, another appeared. For every beast Adrien struck down, another dropped from the storm, each more twisted than the last. Winged shapes shrieked overhead, their talons slicing through the air.

Relief was short-lived, replaced by the ice-cold reality of what I’d have to do next. I bolted back to the car, paws digging into the snow as I shifted mid-stride. The icy air burned my lungs as I straightened, pulling my clothes on with shaking hands. My breaths formed clouds around me, but it wasn’t the cold making me tremble. It was adrenaline. I reached into the car and grabbed the bag—the one filled with everything I might need to kill someone like me. Blade soaked in wolfbane, silver-tipped bullets, enough to turn this place into a bloodbath if I had to. But that wasn’t the plan.

Another gunshot, we were being hunted. Adrain drove towards a street leading to a cave that had two straight roads, that was how they missed us.

Alpha Adrian POV It has been almost three days since I left my territory to hunt for her. Three days of crossing pack borders under the cover of night, following the faintest traces of her scent and the unreliable words of strangers. I have been tracking the people who claimed to have seen her last. One lead led to another, each more desperate and greedy than the last, until I found myself in a filthy drinking den on the outskirts of Karazine territory. The air reeked of sour ale, unwashed bodies, and cheap tobacco. Smoke clung to the low ceiling.

"This place is going to be packed with traps, insulated nets, and crazy hunters." "Let them bring their nets," Adrian said, his voice echoing through the quiet valley like thunder before a storm. "I'm going to tear their facility to the ground." I looked at him side-by-side as we ran, feeling the fierce, unyielding heat of his lightning matching the dark pulse of my own power. The human hunters wanted cores. But today, they were going to harvest nothing but absolute destruction.

His adam's apple moved seductively the moment he swallowed loudly. “Turn over. Ass up, face down," I continued, looking straight into his eyes. "I want to see how pretty you look, arched and waiting for my mouth, before I claim the rest.”

“Cael, Kyra.” Cael turned to Kyra and quickly pulled Kyra away. The branches of the tree wrapped around the two men and quickly pulled them closer to the trunk of the tree and, like the women, their bodies gradually sank into the trunk of the tree. The hunters’ weapons did nothing to stop it. “My metal claws didn’t work,” said Hugo. “My arrows too,” said Damon. “Even my Katana,” said Raven. “There are only three of us…” said the man. “Let’s go…” said one.

Adeena had a crush on him from a young age but never had the confidence to confess it to him in fear of it ruining their friendship, she had hoped that they would be mates, but that wish soon crumbled into pieces when both of them turned eighteen and shifted for the first time, both of their wolves not detecting each other as their mate. She still hoped for some miracle but that never happened when she found her mate in the form of a pack warrior from a pack situated in Canada. She left when she was twenty and hadn't seen Adryan for the duration of time that she was in Canada. Fast forwards six years later, one tragic incident made her find her way back home.