Hunting The Hunter Novels & Stories

Crystal Snow POV I tried my best to show him, love, to show him that for me, he is more important than his money. But it did not work. Hunter was and still is the most hunted man from New York, a billionaire who can have everything and anything at any time. He was forced to marry me, a simple woman just because he needed to look good in papers like a married man and a loving person. I was easy prey because of my red and long hair like fire, my blue sparkling eyes and my slim body. I was just the perfect wife but in reality, for him, I'm nobody.

I could only hope that, by the time the rescue team arrived, I would have figured out how to explain the one thing I could never take back. The first sound was faint, like metal striking stone. Then came the rumble. I shot to my feet, every muscle in my body tensing as muffled voices echoed beyond the blocked entrance. Chunks of rock shifted. Light spilled into the cave in thin, brilliant shafts before the opening widened enough for a single figure to squeeze through. Officer Brynn. He stepped into the cavern, his helmet light sweeping across the darkness until it landed on us. His expression changed, confusion, realization, then shock all ran across his face in the fraction of a second. For

and dove to the ground. A hunter entered the area with a lethal crossbow in his hands and a hood covering his face. The weapon was engraved with Damon's emblem, a jagged claw. With a snarl, Aiden sprang forward, his wolf emerging. Aiden was quicker than the hunter, pushing the weapon aside and slamming the assailant to the ground as he fired another bolt.

I watched for a moment before walking toward my door. As I was shutting it, I heard Elena whisper, “Go get your man, Auntie.” I shook my head. That girl was a disaster walking, and I absolutely adored the organized chaos that was Elena. I quietly crept down the stairs before slipping out the back door and into the forest. I stopped beneath his tree, looking up, scanning the tree for him but not finding him. “I know you’re here, ‘Sprey. I can feel you.” He sighed as he swung himself down out of the tree. “Hey, Scarlett. I was just leaving. I was hunting a squirrel. They’re fast and good to hunt to keep myself fresh and-”

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.

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.