Hunting Grounds Book Novels & Stories

Shama said throwing the book on her bed. She went to the balcony and looked at the garden. Ansh was standing there in the sunlight. Shama stared at him. All the beautiful nature faded in front of him. Only Ansh was visible to her. "So beautiful." Shama said looking at him. Just then Ansh looked at her from the garden and smiled. Shama quickly went inside the room. Her heart was again beating fast. It was like an alarm which is warning her of something. Shama slowly walked towards the bed and peeked at the book. She crawled her fingers towards it and grabbed the book.

We were hunting. I stood in the war room, watching the map Micah and Camerin had updated with red pins, drawn trails, supply drops, suspected sightings. Leo’s broken whisper gave us just enough the name of a ridge, a partial memory of fire and stone, and the phrase “between the bones.” Old wolves knew that phrase. It was territory long forgotten, dangerous terrain marked by cliffs and burial grounds. And perfect for hiding something unholy. I slammed my hand on the edge of the table. “That’s where we start. The ridge near the Crescent Graves.”

“I can’t wait.” A horn sounded, the sound so loud it echoed off the mountains. The hunt had begun. Damon and I moved quickly into the forest together, fallen leaves and pine needles crunching beneath our feet. The morning sun barely penetrated the thick canopy, casting everything in a greenish twilight. Other hunters crashed through the underbrush around us, their eagerness making them careless. I heard a howl as one person lost control and shifted, and then a shout: “Disqualified! Return to the main grounds!”

Hunt II Third Person’s POV Lyor’s black wolf happily rushed to the east side of the small valley where he could smell the faint scent of blood. It seems that they arrived at the time when the giant black bears are out to hunt for their food. The verdant foliage rustled as his figure passed by, and the miniscule sound of his movements did not startle the nesting birds frolicking on the branches above. The feeling of embracing nature by wholly running around the wild forest further invigorated Lyor as his speed accelerated before pulling to a stop behind an arched tree trunk that must have been broken by one of the giant black bears because of the uneven claw marks visible on it.

“Yes.” Silas smirked. “Let’s go teach your stepbrother a lesson of his life.” Night fell hard after that. We headed into the upper hunting grounds to chase one last prey line before resting—a ridge-runner with enough points to matter if we caught it before Ezra’s team. The mountain air was colder here. Wind cut across the slope and pulled at my hair as we climbed through broken stone and scrub pine. Below us, the forest spread black and silver under the moon. For a little while, everything was quiet except for our breathing and the crunch of boots on gravel.

Breeding. The confirmation email was simple: Your hunt is scheduled. Be at campsite 7 by sunset. What happens after dark is between you and the forest. My boots crunch against pine needles as I hike deeper into the woods. Campsite 7 is perfect. A small clearing surrounded by towering pines, soft ground covered in fallen needles, a fire ring made of river stones. Far enough from any trail that no one would stumble upon it accidentally. Far enough that no one would hear me scream.

Whatever makes them think they can stop me, especially those twins who have no idea what's coming to them. The elders were more cunning than I expected. They played their part well, pretending to be slow, wise, and patient, but I saw through them. It took heavy convincing to get them to approve the use of the former Alpha's hunting grounds. The area had been untouched since his death, which made it perfect for what I needed. I didn’t want the land itself, I needed the underground storage space. It was the perfect hiding place for the weapons I’d bought from humans, far away from prying eyes.

It's not even the source, though that alone would end me. I could lie about the source. Dad'd never take a tip and sit on it though. He'd want to read the ground. He'd drive out to Carrow Creek himself and read it the way he taught me to read it, and I know exactly what that ground says now. Wolf prints the size of dinner plates. A patch of flat grass where something big stood up on two legs. A body taken apart by teeth and a blade, turns about, like two hunters working a deer.

he said. He cut a square of cloth from a curtain on one of the windows. He then brought it to the pool of blood forming underneath the couple’s bodies. He soaked the cloth with the red liquid and walked towards the daughter’s room. On a clean wall, he wrote with the parents’ blood the words ‘Hunting Season’ just as he was told to. As a mercenary, he learned not to ask too much about the job. He did many things that defy logic, and he managed not to let his curiosity kick in. This is one of those times. He was just doing his job, no matter how weird it was.

A bone-chilling scream that can turn one's blood cold which undoubtedly belonged to a human suddenly echoed around the forest making Thyra's feet halt in their steps. The ominous feeling came again, this time gnawing on every nerve in her body as they turned jittery with fear. Her heart skipped a beat as her heartbeat now drummed loudly in her ribcage, silencing every other sound around her. Everything went silent once more causing Thyra to quickly run off towards a clearing she saw that looked like a slope, wanting to catch sight of what had caused the scream. And there before her eyes were werewolves gathered in their tens. From her view, it looked as if there was something precious they w