I Hunt Novels & Stories

...Hunter POV... I felt like pulling out my hair. For what seemed like the twentieth time now, the Huntress, whoever she was, had managed to foil my plans. I didn't know who this Huntress was, but she was driving me insane. No matter what I did, she always seemed to be one step ahead of me. Earlier on, I sent my men out to capture another lead. We had been tailing him for a week and found an opportunity to grab him discreetly. He was a minister of the government and was known for taking handouts. Making him an easy target for Silvio.

So, the Power Keep for the Trelinin Protectors would be the treasure of a lifetime,’ Zen filled me in. Fuck. Shit. Damn. There was no doubt in my being when it came to my mad respect for Ziyah. Thirty-seven years being tortured and abused, accepting the punishments without fail just to protect her people’s legacy. “So, you know where Haleen is then?” he asked us after a minute of silence. Dante had his signature cocky smirk and threw his arm over the back of his mate’s chair. “Mhm. She very fucking beautifully interrogated one of the wolves that were working with the Darkies. Fucking hell, man. You should watch her next interrogation. Even Elle was thoroughly fucking impressed,” he said smug

Luca chuckled at the speed of Beecher’s thoughts. “I was thinking about the prophecy on the drive over. Last time we were looking for where the sun met the earth. It sounded crazy to us at the time, but after discovering Salar de Uyuni, it all made sense. This time we are to hunt down the Hall of the Slain.” “But that’s a mythical place,” Aquina reasoned, “How do you go about finding that?” “That was my first thought,” Luca agreed, winking at Katalea as she picked up her phone. “But everything is on G****e.” Katalea was busy swiping and tapping at her phone.

I called out, letting the warmth of the store chase the cold from my skin. She looked up from her newspaper, her smile soft and welcoming as she raised her cup in greeting. I moved through the aisles, tossing a few essentials into my basket. The sound of the door chime pulled my attention, and I glanced up out of habit. That’s when I saw him. My heart stopped. It was a face I hadn’t seen in years—a face I had prayed never to see again. “The hunt yesterday was good,” someone said, their voice low. I moved instinctively, pressing myself into the shadows of the shelves, my breath shallow.

We watch through the camera as Hunter and Outlaw make their way inside the club. Hunter has several bugs that he’s going to install inside of the offices. They’re both wearing communication earbuds and transmitters to maintain contact. We listen for hours as Outlaw befriends some of Kazik’s men and orders drinks. Somehow, Hunter manages to find his way into one of the offices.

His watchful eyes scan the surroundings, ensuring the safety of their journey. Hunter, adorned with his trusty spear and a dagger tucked into his wrap, takes on the crucial role of scout, swimming at the forefront of the group. His weapon of choice, a sleek and sturdy spear, is poised to strike at a moment's notice, ready to defend against any threats that may emerge. The gleaming blade of his dagger serves as a versatile tool for close-quarters combat or precise underwater tasks.

As if knowing my attention was on him, he said silently, "This is the last time you lie to me." Swallowing, I shifted my gaze to the window. Moments dragged by before I rested my forehead on the pane, looking at the thick forests we drove past. Why did he even care anyway? I would have gotten even worse wounds from the torture he would've had his men inflict on me. Through the review mirror, I caught sight of the long line of cars behind us. The Hunt usually spanned a period of just two days. Two days of violently hunting down wild games. The Hunt was a largely anticipated event and I failed to see how something so dangerous could be looked forward to. And not to mention, they'd be killing i

"I want to use it as a disguise. I came for your brother. A lot of things happened yesterday and I need to see him before I lose my sanity." "What is wrong?" He asked me. "I need to see your brother. If you are there when I tell him about it then you will know. There is no time, we need to meet up with him." Hoots' started panicking as if he was searching for something. "What are you searching for?" I asked him out of curiosity. "I need to prepare. I'm searching for my hunting tools. Been a while since I have gone out to the wild." He said with a grin on his face.

#mercuryis_fake : "What the fuck is this monstrosity? " bleach_myballs : "Is this guy on steroids or something… whatever he is on I want a hit!" @tycoon_sister_9 : "Seriously! Who is this guy? The face is not as clear in the 3d panoramic " @dog_food_cicada__ : "Fucking shit!! I remember this… this is a clip from the recent collaborative hunt that happened last week. I joined the hunt as a temporary inclusive member for the white clan… I knew somebody would upload this?"