Hunting The Hunter Novels & Stories

A few minutes, and Hunter turned off onto a dirt track, and we bounced along for a couple of miles until he couldn’t go any further. “Time to walk,” he said as he got out. “I hope you didn’t drive me out to the middle of nowhere just to murder me,” I joked. But seriously, if I didn’t tell my people about Hunter, I could have easily disappeared! “Come on, slowpoke!” Hunter shouted from the darkness. I followed his scent and quickly met him on a narrow hiking trail. I was grateful for my wolf senses, so navigating the rocky terrain was easy. We hiked through the dense forest for a few minutes, the dark landscape reminding me of when I fled Full Moon Pack. To escape the man beside me.

***** HUNTER’s POV I stop in my tracks and look down at my hands, my brows furrowing. I can’t go into the light. I have to get back. My time is not yet up! Try as I might, my feet seem to have a mind of their own and I feel myself being lulled into the warm embrace of the light. But how do I pull back? Am I out here all alone? “HUNTER!” I hear someone calling out my name. I hear someone screaming for me. “HUNTER!!!!!” Who is that? Are you calling out for me?

In Prague, as he moved through an abandoned metro tunnel with a stolen data slate tucked inside his coat, the air shifted. The lights flickered. And the silence sharpened. He ducked into a service corridor just as the first harmonic pulse tore through the station platform behind him. Concrete cracked. Steel warped. The hunter descended from the ceiling like a nightmare unfolding. Adrian didn’t know what it was. He just knew it wasn’t human. And it was hunting him. At Lancaster compound, Sophie’s eyes widened. “Hunter deployment confirmed. Prague sector.” Julian snapped upright. “That’s one of ours.”

’ While Vincent wondered about this, Joel and Edgar looked at their friend, Hunter. Then, Hunter pointed to himself. “Are you calling me?” He asked Chandler. Vincent, Chandler and Adler looked at Hunter. “You said Mr. Hunter, and that’s my name,” Hunter defended. Chandler laughed. Vincent caught his forehead with his palms. And Adler just looked at the three as if they were annoying bugs. “No, Mr. Hunter,” Chandler replied to Hunter. He peered back to Adler and continued, “I called this man a Hunter because he is hunting evil guys. Right, Detective Adler?”

All because I wanted to see Allie before I faced everything…. “You thought you were slick.” The mocking voice of Hunter pierces its way into my fading consciousness. I hear the blunt sound of bending metal as he peeks into the crash. His face looms above mine, shameless and leering. “I’ll have the results of the autopsy, thank you very much,” he murmurs, looking around my car. When he doesn’t see it, he tilts his head. “You must have hidden it well. I can’t find it under all this rubble, but I can still get rid of it. It might just be painful for you.”

Timothy unlocked the safe and I immediately reached past him to grab my rifle. I slowly met each one of their eyes. “Count to ten and come find me.” I dashed towards the woods and after glancing behind me to make sure they weren't there, I darted to the left. I ran all the way to the deer field and scaled a tree. I made sure that I was completely concealed. I kept my breathing light and shallow. I waited until I heard them moving through the woods. I scouted the area until I found them, walking carefully through the woods. Timothy lifted his hand and pointed to the left, before pointing to the right. I almost giggled, barely catching myself as I watched them really try to hunt me down. I mad

I watched as the silver burned his palm, but he didn’t make a sound, he just threw the knife from my hand across the room. The look in his eyes turned from anger to crazed. I knew he was bound to slip up in this frenzied state. Luckily for me, I was a Hunter. No, I wasn’t just a Hunter, I was the best Hunter in The Academy. I knew I needed clarity, I needed to remain calm, and the only way I could do that was to get a read on his thoughts. He grabbed my throat and I instinctively tried to pry his hands away, but in reality I was reading him like a fucking book. He planned to kidnap me, and throw me into a hallucination, one where I would never know the difference between real and fake. He wa

"Let's get those damn trackers out of us." We waited an extra day, just in case more came. The mountain remained eerily quiet, the snow undisturbed except for the tracks we had left behind. By the time the sun began to dip behind the trees, casting long shadows across the frozen ground, we were packing up and heading down. The whole thing felt wrong. Orin. Jade. Werewolf hunters turning into what they hunted? All of it felt off. What was the point of it all? The truck came into view, buried under a layer of snow, and I couldn’t have been happier to see it.

Poe asked aloud, not really expecting a meaningful response. “He just does.” “Can you teach me the skill of it?” Hunter made no reply. He gave Poe that curiously blank stare, then, abruptly, he disappeared. Startled, Poe did not know how to react. He was unable to sense anything of the boy, not even through the seals that connected them. Soon, though, he realized that the boy had gone nowhere. Though the illusion was near imperceptible when one was still, motion betrayed it (possibly a camouflaging technique to better aid the matoskah in hunting on the open plain or the grasslands). There had been no imperceptible shifting in the light or pattern of the surroundings where Hunter had once sto

- You see, now that you are calmer I want to inform you of where you have been. His previously lit face had darkened. My hairs stood on end. What he was about to tell me was not good. The Hunter in front of him was not the same one who was singing country in the shower. He was the one hired by the mafia to shoot and murder indiscriminately. That was the Hunter I feared and had him by my side. I looked down at my shaking hands. My hands never shook. Bad augury.