Hunting The Hunter Novels & Stories

The hunters knew that they were getting close. They crept forward, their weapons at the ready, until they caught sight of Tate standing in a clearing, his massive form silhouetted against the moonlit sky. Without hesitation, the hunters opened fire, their silver bullets ripping through the air and striking Tate with deadly force. Tate came to realize at that moment that he had been on a bad path for so long and barely escaped from the hunters. He went back home to his brother, and Marcus gladly allowed him take back his place knowing that he really had changed.

Arrows sang through the smoke like whispers meant to kill. Jet made a break for it but before he could escape something faster struch him. Thwack!—an arrow nailed him to a wooden beam. He screamed once before another arrow found his throat. The room vanished into smoke. White tendrils coiled around broken pillars. Shadows flickered fast, quiet, merciless. Three figures stepped into the storm like ghosts walking through fire. The first tall, coat snapping at his heels, steel in his eyes didn’t slow. Calvin Hunt. The man whose name made wolves flinch. Custom shotgun in hand, still smoking.

Logan’s POV I had put everyone on high alert. The entire pack were looking for her. She couldn’t have gotten far. She had maybe a couple minutes head start. Blake, Leo and Calvin were all out helping to search for her as well. Blake had shifted into his large grey wolf. Taking off into the forest in the hopes of picking up her scent. Leo and Calvin were searching the grounds. I should be helping to look. Lana was my mate, but I found myself making my way to my parent’s bedroom.

He's already turning the crossbow over, already bored with this interaction. For a second the relaxed expression drains out of his face and what's under it looks a lot older than twenty. "You want a monster, Hunter, you're three miles from where you should be standing. People are going missing out of Tamarack. It isn't us. And it isn't nothing." He tosses the crossbow at me, and I catch it against my chest. He drops the knife at my feet, which is somehow the most insulting part of the entire interaction. "Count the missing persons sometime," he says. "See if the number sits as wrong with you as it does with me."

He let out a boisterous laugh, placing a hand over his chest as it bobbed vigorously. “Ok, Kaia. Let’s see what you’re made of.” ***Julian If someone had told me I’d be hunting alongside a large predatorial wolf who tracked the woods faster than I could blink, I would have laughed in their face. She was incredible... fast as she was lethal. Before I knew it, the wolf pounced on a young buck and let out a howl for my attention. Sharpened canines dug into the poor animal’s throat as it thrashed around, letting the blood pour out. The wolf was unfazed as it clenched its jaw, holding a firm grip. Slowly, the legs stopped kicking. And then only a few last twitches before the animal’s eyes glassed

Melissa frowned, her intuition clearly screaming that I was lying. “Well, I hope you are,” Dante grumbled, checking the screen of his phone. “Because your Hunter is on the premises. She was just let in.” She’s here. The words hit me like a physical blow. My body thrummed, a vibration that started in my marrow. I couldn’t decide if it was the thrill of the hunt or the desperate, pathetic need to see her face again. I leapt off the couch, moving with a speed that blurred the air, and dashed to the balcony that overlooked the chaotic dance floor. My eyes, honed by centuries of predation, dissected the sea of writhing bodies, searching for that familiar mop of red hair.

Stops screaming. Four dead. Two left. Tom's fighting the fifth hunter. They're grappling, knife against claws. Tom's stronger but the hunter's got skill. Knife finds fur, slides deep. Tom yelps. Valentina moves like lightning. Kicks the knife away, stakes the hunter through the spine. Paralysis, then death. One hunter left. The lead. The one who spoke. He's backing toward the exit, gun trained on Valentina. "This isn't over," he says. "Mordaunt knows where you are. He'll send more. Bigger force. You can't win."

His companions were not far behind him and in the blink of an eye they were gone, leaving their drinks behind. Cathy threw her hands in the air. “Great! Now they have the rest of my money and I have half my orders.” “Teddy get Frank to get three trucks of our best wine and beers over here now.” Teddy went off to carry out his order while Theodore wiped his hands and with a smirk winked at Taylor who despite her boss’s obvious dislike of the man, blushed. Cathy rolled her eyes. The man was a charmer but she knew the truth about him. He was a dangerous Hunter who abducted and slit throats for a living. The kind of person she didn’t want around her.

In the continent of Elysium, magic has dried up and monsters have descended. The only way to survive is to participate in a game called "Hide and Seek." Only the winning races receive rewards and a chance to live. The Werewolf Clan drew me—a twenty-two-year-old half-blood werewolf. I was painfully thin, having been locked in a dungeon for the past fifteen years. The live chat scrolling before my eyes was filled with despair: [What the hell? This is our clan’s representative?] [A girl a strong breeze could knock over? Is she even an adult?] [I bet she bursts into tears the second she sees a monster.] [It’s over. We’re so dead. I knew we’d lose this time. Are the werewolves really going to be

That meant someone had made camp nearby. I crouched low, moving slow through the brush. The glow of a small fire flickered ahead, half-hidden by rocks and trees. Three figures sat close around it, their silhouettes shifting with the flames. Hunters. I could tell by their scent before I saw their weapons, guns laced with silver, traps coiled at their sides. And if they were this far north, they weren’t here by chance. They were looking for her. I stayed in the shadows, rain dripping down my face, pulse thundering in my ears. The leader a tall man with a scar running across his neck spoke low, his voice nearly drowned by the rain.