Hunting The Hunter Novels & Stories

I screamed, breaking cover and running toward them. I found them in a small clearing. The Hunter was lying on his back. He was dressed in grey tactical camouflage, his face covered by a sleek, full-face mask with glowing green lenses. A high-tech compound bow lay in the dirt nearby. Ashren was straddling him, his good hand clamped around the Hunter’s throat, his other hand raised, claws extended, ready to rip the mask off. "Give me one reason not to open your jugular," Ashren snarled.

"So, tell me, Hunter, do you like to hunt?" The motherfucker still remained silent and swallowed. If he was scared, he should've known better than to make me provoke me. I smiled, and he shivered more. I must resemble a stray dog that's about to jump on passersby. "Oh, don't be flustered, I know you have some weird taste." I caressed his fingers and my eyes bored into him. "How does it feel? Exhilarating, right?" He didn't reply. Expected. "Tell me, Hunter, while hunting... do you ever feel hunted?" He sniffled, snot leaking down his chapped lips. I rolled my neck, groaning as the muscles popped. It had been a long fucking day.

A third hunter turned, raising his gun— I dodged just as he fired, the silver round missing me by inches. Before he could shoot again, I slammed my dagger into his chest. He gasped, eyes wide with shock before falling silent. Three down. But then, the last hunter stepped forward. He was different. Dressed in a long black coat, his eyes gleamed with something dangerous. He wasn’t afraid. Kael tensed beside me. "This one's not normal." The hunter smiled. "You're too late."

She said, trying to remember the vague of memory, “I'm hunting-” “The hell misty!” “My lady should let me finish my words please?” She giggled, kinda amuse. “And what's wrong hunting if it's for the love of my life?” “How can hunting be related to love, Misty?” My mind spun to the idea, given a destructive results if relates the act to love. She shiver, and somehow a thing last night came to her mind. She murmured, “So if ever, I was hunt... for love?” Misty's eyes widened. “Are you being hunt, my lady?”

Trent's voice carried a hint of concern as he shared the news. "Hunter encountered a school of whites and other dangerous creatures in a frenzy. He's currently pinned down, waiting for an opportunity to find a safer path," Trent informed them, his voice laced with a mixture of urgency and caution. Joe couldn't help but be amazed by Trent's connection with Hunter, their scout who was venturing ahead of them. It was as if they shared a telepathic link, allowing them to communicate even at a distance. Tritan's curiosity mirrored Joe's, prompting him to seek clarification.

'Let me get you out of here," Hunter didn't know how to carry her. He tried to see what he could do with the machete in her stomach. He reached for it and as soon as he grabbed it, he heard a noise. CLICK CLICK followed by the flash of a camera. He couldn't see the person behind it but whoever that was, took off running. Hunter chased the man. He slowly increased his pace ignoring the pain his whole body was feeling. Getting out of the house, he saw the man disappearing into the woods. He quickly took off. He ran to where he heard the branches of the small trees breaking off. He got nearer to the person by running as fast as he could and when he was a meter away from him, he dived at him sen

"Are you sure about that, leader Matilda? The hunter is tricky. She always changes her appearance, therefore, it's a bit hard to find her. I also heard from her victims that she use something to hide her real scent." Kasper looks at his mom and she just nods. Kasper's mother gave him a look to just follow her command. "My son is not the leader of the alpha pack for nothing. He just needs to observe the hunter and find out who's her informant because I guess that there is a spy here in our village... Don't let your guard down, my son. And if you found an opportunity, kill the hunter!" "Yes, mother," Kasper said and bow to her. "I will accompany the alpha leader." Every one of them look at Fli

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.]

When we were kids, she used to get us into all kinds of trouble and I would always get blamed for it because once she flashed those big blue eyes, no one could accuse her of any wrongdoing. “To do it more often?” I laughed, thankful for the comic relief. Despite my bravado and earlier reassurances to Devon, I was still nervous. As he said, I did not like to kill animals. Werewolves were actually peaceful creatures and we didn’t hunt other animals asides from the Grant Hunt and the wolves who did it for sport. It wasn’t banned or anything so they were in their rights. It just wasn’t something I liked doing. For this reason, I was nervous. Plus, the Alpha’s arrogant son, Louis was participatin

I saw the young boy wake up, his eyes wide with terror as a Hunter grabbed his father by the throat. "Let him go!" I found myself screaming. I didn't think. I just ran toward them. I swung my bandaged hands, hitting the Hunter’s arm. A jolt of white-hot pain shot up my shoulders, but the silver light—that strange, terrifying heat—flashed for a split second. The Hunter let out a muffled grunt and stumbled back, his sleeve smoking. "It's her!" the Hunter shouted. His voice was muffled by the mask. "We found her! Don't kill her yet, the advisor wants her alive!"