Hunting Grounds Book Novels & Stories

Groaning, I clamp my half-closed eyes tightly shut due to the throbbing in my head made worse by the repetitive scratchy hoot of a nearby owl. Curling myself into a tight ball lying on my side, I shiver so hard that my teeth chatter uncontrollably. Gradually, creaking my eyes open one at a time, I gasp, slowly remembering through a fog of disorientation where I am. Lying in the fetal position on the muddy ground, somewhere in the woods of Acadia National Park.

I’ve never been able to put my skills to good use since I was forced to join the project as an overseer. After a while of following her trail my blood runs cold. Her trail leads directly into the barrier of the Hunting Grounds. It’s not a normal barrier. This barrier is around the whole perimeter of the grounds. It’s meant to keep the women protected within the area during the Hunt. Surrounding the Hunting Grounds are wild beasts who keep outsiders from interfering with the Hunt.

Emberfall Woods was a primal, moonlit wilderness in the heart of spring, the air cool and crisp carrying the rich, earthy scent of damp soil, pine, and the faint, musky undertone of wildlife stirring in the night, the breeze light and whispering, rustling through the towering pines and ancient oaks, their leaves a vibrant green, the full moon hanging high in the sky, its silvery light filtering through the canopy in shimmering beams, casting a ghostly glow across the forest floor, the ground a soft carpet of moss, pine needles, and scattered leaves, their colors muted under the silver light, the air humming with the distant hoot of an owl, the rustle of small creatures in the underbrush, and

There are way more patrol guards than hunters. I think about the area around the territory, where they’d be most likely to find game to hunt. There is a hunting ground some distance away, one that lies between Ashborne and Greystone, another pack with higher numbers but less experienced fighters. Then it hits me. I know what I’m going to propose.

Not when we were given a short time to get ready, to pack the essentials we would need to stay overnight even though they stressed the fact that everything we would need will be there, and get our bows and arrows, for it was apparently the only that is allowed for us during the hunt, and as soon as every had gotten his or hers, we were led to the hunting grounds by the seven Alphas in the fine straight lines. Apparently, we are supposed to reach there before the crown prince does, and he would meet us there. The hunting grounds is a special grounds reserved for hunting by the royals for situations like this, and it was just a walking distance away from the palace—or so they said, but it actu

Alpha Malik and Jericho stealthily reached their chosen hunting spot, a pristine wilderness teeming with possibilities. The hunting bush sprawled before them, a tapestry of lush greenery, dappled sunlight, and hidden secrets. The air danced with the earthy scent of the forest, inviting them to immerse themselves in its embrace. As they ventured deeper into the hunting bush, their eyes keenly scanning the surroundings, a symphony of chirping birds and rustling leaves serenaded their senses. The king's heart quickened with anticipation, and his hunter's instincts ignited.

She caught a sob in her throat as she watched one of Willow's arms slip from Garin's grasp, a pale finger dragging across the ground. The white snow was splattered with blood, a grotesque mosaic of death. Bodies littered the ground as the snow continued to fall, heavy and silent. Fallen wolves were shifting quickly, their fur slipping away to exposed skin. Dead hunters lay torn in shreds their sticky blood frozen into macabre streams.

The green-eyed monster was close by, she could feel it. She could hear its breath, putrid and heavy behind her. Cathy couldn’t understand why she was running from the beast, the only thought chasing itself in her head was that she had to run even faster. But how fast could she go before the beast caught up with her? She couldn’t remember the beginning of the chase all she remembered was stumbling into the woods, her feet pressing into moss and wet soil. Where are my sandals? She wondered.

Thank you all for reading Dawn of the Hunters! As always Include a bonus chapter for the next book. If you could please leave me a review letting me and others know how much you have enjoyed the book I would greatly appreciate it. Below is the first chapter of: All Queens Kings - book 8 the final book in the series. Are you ready for it? To be honest, I'm not sure if I am. Chapter 1 – Through New Eyes LAMIA The night of the blood moon

I did a little twirl in the middle of the room and started combing the bookshelves to see what treasures I could find. I was just too excited to have found this place. I came across a smaller leather-bound book that had a weird symbol on the front and when I opened it, I realized that it was a history of the Hunter's. I decided to keep that book just in case I needed it. I was totally in my own world when I felt someone’s arms go around me and breath in my ear. "I see you found my favorite place in the house." My body shivered at the contact. I thought that I was going to melt into a puddle right then and there.