Hunting Grounds Book Mga Nobela at Kwento

I start to head north when I get another link from Jace. Kade coming your way fast. I just caught sight of the rogue headed that way and it looks like there’s a hunter on his tail. Looks like he went too far south and got spooked back this way. Thanks for the heads up. I’m on it. I close the link again and turn back south keeping my eyes peeled for any movement and my ears up listening for the chase. After a few minutes I think Jace may have been a little off in telling me the direction, when I hear the faint sound of a dirt bike. That must be the hunter chasing after the rogue. We need this one since the last one we had decided to kill himself, and with the woman this morning we have even m

As if knowing my attention was on him, he said silently, "This is the last time you lie to me." Swallowing, I shifted my gaze to the window. Moments dragged by before I rested my forehead on the pane, looking at the thick forests we drove past. Why did he even care anyway? I would have gotten even worse wounds from the torture he would've had his men inflict on me. Through the review mirror, I caught sight of the long line of cars behind us. The Hunt usually spanned a period of just two days. Two days of violently hunting down wild games. The Hunt was a largely anticipated event and I failed to see how something so dangerous could be looked forward to. And not to mention, they'd be killing i

I dragged myself off the floor and into the bathroom to wash all the blood off me and bandage my wounds. It was a painfully slow process. I had never gotten hurt when hunting before. Never. That was partly because I didn’t hunt and partly because in all my practice, I was a silent killer. I never engaged in fights. I ambushed and killed. There were times when I felt guilty about that style, never giving the animals a fighting chance, but I thought it was better in the long run. They would still loose, werewolves were at the top of the food chain with the exception of Lycans, although they had died out so long ago that they were now nothing more than a myth. By attacking them and ending it qu

Like a twist of fate that has become tangled and confusing. That’s besides the point though, I remind myself. Kate is right, one thing that should take priority is finding out why someone would hunt her this far across the country. Albany was one of the places on the map that didn’t have any hunter spots, at least that was information last known and that said it’s been a few years since any reconnaissance has been done to prove that theory still holds true. Her wounds were inconsistent though with how Hunters normally deal with their victims. Slitting her wrists, that large scar on her abdomen, even if the silver bullet was a part of their ammunition, everything else doesn’t add up.

Hello faithful readers. How do you do? I have been incognito for a while due to some hardware issues with my computer but I have found a way around that thanks to God. I am sorry for letting you all down and hope that wouldn't happen again. Now that I have that out of the way, there is an announcement to make. I am here to inform you that Book 1 of Hunters: The Prequel - Hunter Hunted - is over. And Book 2 begins today!

My retaliation was a public humiliation in front of the entire university that Gary could not simply ignore. The game of humiliation he had carefully planned had turned into a public judgment of him and his lackeys. It broke the last of his restraint and made him go mad. He dropped the civility and stopped testing the waters. That night, the app posted an unprecedented "Ultimate Hunting" Quest. The title was crimson red. [Ultimate Hunting Quest. Capture Sinead alive and take her to the abandoned classroom building in the north.]

“Horrified at my thoughts but driven by my need, I ran into the woods. I saw an unsuspecting deer munching happily at some low leaves others had left behind. My body moved at a speed that brought back a hazy memory of a woman I had seen somewhere before. I had him by the throat before he could blink. “My hunger partially quenched, I began to realize the depth of my situation. I had heard campfire talk of creatures that roamed the night, immortals that survived on human blood. I raged in anger and ran further from the camp. I might not be able to reach Valhalla, but I would not deprive another soldier of his glory. I learned to sleep during the day, hidden away under fallen brush where

If there was one part of hunting I truly hated, it was the damn research. Endless books, websites with blinking fonts, contradicting sources—and of course, whatever monster we were chasing never made it easy. Always obscure, buried under a dozen different legends. This one was no different. I slammed another dusty book shut with a sigh that felt like it rattled my ribs. Nothing. Again.

I turned toward the parking area, heart pounding with something that felt dangerously close to excitement. Diamond Cliff. Answers. And maybe—just maybe—a chance to finally understand what the hell was happening to the wolves I cared about. - The road to the royal hunting grounds stretched ahead like a black ribbon through the trees. Sunlight flickered between the pines, throwing shifting patterns across the windshield. I kept both hands on the wheel, eyes forward, trying to ignore the way Kaelen filled the passenger seat—long legs stretched out, coat open, one arm draped casually over the backrest so his fingers brushed the edge of my hoodie every time the car swayed.

" You know, we make a good partner? I can help you know things about werewolves and you can hunt them and give the credit to me later. This means that when your department wants to honour you, let them know I was behind your success, that is it. " I laughed at her words yet again " Okay, let me confide in you. Can I ?" " Of course, " she said, snapping her fingers. " My first hunting haunts me a lot and I can't tell why___" " What actually happened? " Melissa asked, staring at me with her blue eyes. " I had the chance to kill my prey but probably instincts warned, so I let it escape," I explained in a low tone. I couldn't let anyone else here about this.