Hunting Grounds Book Novels & Stories

He was a great hunter. “Yes, no caribou*, no squirrel has a chance!” he agreed. That was the right moment to rescue my mate, to have her in my arms, completely, and in reality. *Join my group, T. R. Durant's Realm of Light and Fire for more info on my books and paperbacks* *Elks from North America

he echoed. “Now we let her dance a little longer—Let her play her little games" “Why?” Grinch asked, voice low but edged with curiosity. "She definitely has plans up her sleeves" Antonio crushed out his cigar in a crystal ashtray, “Palooka! That’s the difference between hunters and ghosts, Grinch—hunters chase, therefore making the worst mistakes when they think they've won—But ghosts? Ghosts erase.” Picking up his glass, He circled to his desk, where a file lay open—a photograph of John paper-clipped to a set of blueprints.

The police had to get involved, there were two police cars out the front of the diner. Ducking under the police tape, Damien stepped into his diner, he was feared by everyone, humans, wolves and vampires alike, he was known as the Blood Alpha and that was not just because Blood is his surname. Her sent hit him sending him into a short sense of euphoria, he had finally found her his mate after, eighteen years of searching he had finally found her.

My one choice would decide the fate of this island. I felt a strange feeling holding me and could hear the screams. It was a calling. Someone was begging me for help. Tugging at my hair, I peeked inside the book. In Pages, a lady seemed to be working on a design with her child wrapped against her back. The little one with shiny eyes was dreaming while holding her mom tightly. I could feel the warmth of her smile. Nerves get on me when I put my hand on the page. The light penetrated my body. Within moments, I felt a drastic change in my surroundings.

“My biggest regret 5 years ago was leaving you for that stupid bet. I was a coward and a stupid boy. Right now, I am a man and I refuse to be a coward again. If the only way to keep you safe until is to go into that tunnel and follow the killer, then I'm going to do it.’’ I opened the door and headed right in, leaving her standing there, calling out my name. I was met by the store packed with a few gardening equipment and some saddles for the horses. Right across the corner of the room is that little boxed space that contained an entrance. I wasted no time squeezing myself into it before I met with a slightly dark tunnel that led outside our premises and into the pub. What had I gotten mysel

The smell of wet forest after a long rain and sun heated honey, wakes me from my sleep. I don’t know how many times I’ve tried to escape by now, but nothing I do seems to work. More and more wolves are going missing, if Tam’s growing hysteria is anything to go by.

I marked each tree trunk I pass by to find my way out from this forest. I took a halt in this small lot of loamy prairie, and breathe this familiar odor of rotten leaves and logs as I took a glimpse of the twilight. This feels like home. I wonder what’s lurking in here that I could slay. The night is the best time for slaughter; the surging thrill you got from surprise attacks and blades clashing to each other as the moon reflects its thirsty edge. Humane eyes burning for triumph, then the repulsive scent of blood at the end of every clash.

[I agree with the comment above. How would someone like a god ever fall for an ordinary person?] - The fire in the forest kept spreading. The ragdoll and I were terrified it would draw even more players, so we decided to move somewhere else to scare people. According to the system map, there was a small wooden cabin about two miles to the east. New players always passed through that area when they entered the dungeon, so weaker monsters were supposed to lie in wait there. We followed the map for over an hour, but still ended up lost.

BRYNN I had never been more appreciative of the training my father put me through than I was during this scouting trip. He taught me everything he knew about tracking, and it certainly came in handy here. It also helped that my skills were tested against the Elites, our pack’s best warriors. That was what gave me the ability to spot footprints and blood in areas that would normally be overlooked.

Almost no one came here anymore. Dust coated the shelves, and cobwebs stretched across forgotten corners. I lit a small lantern and began searching. Ancient journals. Old hunting records. Bestiaries. Legends passed down by hunters centuries ago. One after another, I pulled books from the shelves. My hands moved faster as my heart beat harder. "I know I've seen it..." The word lingered stubbornly in my mind. Mate. I just had to find where I'd read it. • Third Person's P.O.V •