Hunting Grounds Book Novels & Stories

“The woods near the old training grounds are quiet this time of day. We could spend a few hours there and see how you fare.” I thought over his offer for a moment. Of all of Lenore’s suggestions, hunting was normal, or at least it used to be, back when I could run through the trees without feeling like half my body was missing. A strange tightness gathered in my chest at the thought. The idea of hunting now filled me with a strange sort of grief. Hunting had once been freedom, full of the rush of wind through my fur and the jpy in following me instincts through the forest floor.

They’ll want to check the wreckage to confirm I’m not inside. Keeping low to the ground, I hurried away from the crash as the hunters pulled up, hooting and hollering like the demented Americans they are. Now I don’t mean to say all Americans are demented. But the American hunters are an uncouth sort that takes a weird joy in killing, things being on fire, and vehicles getting into accidents. Whatever the case, their joyful hoots and hollers that I might be dead and arguments about who gets to take credit gave me time to get away. I hurried to the nearest neighborhood to search for a car to take.

In the right hands, they'd triple in value within a year. I closed my phone. A text from the lawyer: two more weeks. Everything was moving. The morning of the Hunting, I dressed in dark jeans and a plain black jacket. Practical. Warm. Nothing that would draw attention. The entire Pack streamed toward the hunting grounds — a vast stretch of old-growth forest that bordered Harrison's territory. Banners lined the path. The smell of roasting game and woodsmoke drifted from the preparation tents. Pups chased each other between the stalls while their parents shouted after them.

I was thankful I had put my gloves on, I was not interested in reading his thoughts. In fact, I wasn't really interested in reading anyone’s thoughts. I rarely took my gloves off, except when hunting. I found that hearing thoughts while hunting was very beneficial, but any other time it was more of a nuisance. “And what brings you to the beautiful state of Pennsylvania?” Xavier purred.

I am determined to prove myself. Perhaps if I show my strength, they will see I am a luna. The thought gives me strength. I just need to prove myself as a hunter. Then I can claim my rightful position. The walk to the hunting grounds is long. I have never heard so much silence. There is no sound of birds. There is no sound of animals. Even the trees are decaying. This is a horrible place. They are like a graveyard. They are corpses of trees. "What happened to these trees?" I ask.

Chapter 10 Garrett’s Pov Before us stretched the Cullen family hunting grounds, reaching out to attest to my family's wealth and influence, cultivated over generations. It wasn't just land; it was a sanctuary, steeped in tradition and filled with memories of my childhood outings and, later, quiet moments of solitude. But today, it wasn't my past that held my focus; it was Thorne. We then trod on the hunting grounds, having checked our rifles and gear. This part of the land was shrubland, dotted with low bushes and darting rabbits. I had chosen this area on purpose because it was much safer, without any dangerous predators or treacherous landscapes.

He woke up, followed his morning chakra reinforcement routines and packed himself a lunch for today's hunt. Since Creed had to juggle back and forth between daytime hunting and rendezvous inside the military base for his evening practice, he had been choosing the nearest hunting spots around the military base. Today, He planned to scourge through a famous spot which was considered as one of the most treacherous hunting grounds. They call it the Venomous Caverns. The place was as daunting as its name. These caverns could gobble not just newbies but even professional hunters if they were not careful.

Chapter 23: WILD HUNT Deep Woods, Fallon Creek, Michigan... The scent of blood had driven the aggressive beast wild as it chased through the wilderness in search of prey that had been wounded in the wake of a run-in with the razor-sharp claws that dug into the shallow earth beneath its feet as it moved swiftly and at ease amid the trees beneath the bright white glow of moonlight. The beast was well aware of the territories it roamed having claimed them some time ago and happily hunted until it had its fill and the sun arose. The wayward breeze had even provided a bit of a challenge as the snarling brute leaped across fallen logs and slick rocks to reach the location of the blood trail's end

‘The hunters’ was all it said on the front, the same book Kyan and Zekan had spent days looking for. I quickly dashed out of the library and headed straight to see Talon. I pushed his heavy doors open to see him sitting in his large chair looking thoughtfully as Zekan and Kyan both sat at the centre table. They all looked straight at me as I bounded into the room. “I found this!” I rushed out as I held out the book to Talon. He looked at it as his eyes widened. “The book about the hunters!” He breathed out as he took it from me. Both Kyan and Zekan stood up from their seats in surprise.

Nobody would miss out a chance to hunt with a legendary Alpha like Asher. Emerald Howl’s hunting grounds were in the dense forest east of the pack. A fresh layer of snow had fallen last night, blanketing the trees in white. The air was cold but crisp—perfect for outdoor activities. I arrived early at the cabin outside of the hunting grounds, changed into my hunting gear, and waited nervously. 20 minutes later, footsteps and voices approached. The door opened, and a group of women entered. I saw Beta Frank’s wife and some female elders.