Manhunt Book Novels & Stories

It’s a lot to take in and I don’t think any of us expected this when we took over the pack. “Do you know where this book is?” asks Hunt. Emmett sighs. “I don’t. Charles never told me where he kept it hidden but I assume it’s somewhere here in the packhouse. I looked for it after he passed but came up empty handed.” I already know what Hunt and Draco are both thinking because it’s the same idea running through my mind. We’re going to find that book and we’re going to read it from front to back to find any information we can regarding the north. One of us will find that hiding place if it's the last thing we do.

I didn’t even think—didn’t even have to make an effort. As the book slid off the edge of the desk and started for the floor, even though it was closer to him than to me, my hand shot out and I caught it squarely, balanced on my palm. I stared at it there for a second, my heart beginning to pound for entirely different reasons. I wasn’t clumsy, exactly. I’d never been accident prone. But I also wasn’t athletic. Or… quick. I blinked and quickly shoved the book through the slot in the desk like a criminal getting rid of evidence.

The pocket-sized book Skye had shown me had filled in the gaps in my knowledge, and, at long last, we knew what we were hunting. Herb’s warning had also gone right over my head. Large, crowded events, full of people, were a breeding ground for violence and torment. Skye had left me the book – though we’d been hidden from the Clan’s eyes and ears, his family, his pack, would still worry if he’d been gone too long, which he already had been; as such, he’d had to leave soon after explaining what he and Rowan and Rosie had found in the tiny book. It didn’t look like much, faded and crinkled and tea stained as it was, but it held all of the information that would – hopefully – help us bring down

It was a tracker. I dug deeper into the bag and found a children's storybook, ‘The Hunting Game.’ I skimmed through the pages, there no words on them only colored pictures but what I thought was a story for children was actually a morbid depiction of the game. I had to find the bird before the wolves do or they would eat its heart. There were other characters in the book like the doctor, the police, and the civilians. In total there were twenty-four of them excluding the bird, the same number we were. There were no rules written in the book only the vague riddle at the end. ‘He who has the bird has the power.’ And the warning from the voice, ‘don’t tell anyone about your role.’ My head ached

It was time to see what the hell was going on. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ I hope you have enjoyed chapter one of The Hunt for Knowledge. Newly mated Katalea and Dakari are about to go on an adventure that will take them to some unique places with some unique new friends. Of course, we won’t forget about Dalya and her troubles, and isn’t it about time we hear from Katalea’s Mom and Dad? Stay tuned!

“The manhunt game right?” “Yeah. You have to participate or you'll get killed instantly. You have to participate but you get to be the prey of these so-called-hunters with guns, and you—the only thing you can do is run and hide to prolong your life. And if you survive, what's the price? No—no one can survive.” It's when he speaks longer when the realization comes to me that he has a raspy voice like a turntable. “There were actually three of us when it happened. The first one was killed, shot in the head. The second was also killed, but by the man they called 'Eagle Eye'.”

I was quick to hire the best investigators money could buy to find him. It took them three days to find him. Might have been less if I had found the patched letter on the floor earlier. Matteo Leone. Pretty boy had a pretty name. He was twenty three years old. There was nothing much on him, except his family and his hidden hobbies. He was bisexual. The folder contained rumors that suggested he was living under his father's thumb. I couldn't fathom how any father could treat their own child like hazardous dirt. So, I had searched for more.

Khalid, no The Hunter shrugged, leaning back, schooling his facial expression as he stretched an arm across the back of the sofa. I don’t care what his sob story is. I’m not going to use his name even in my head. I have to keep that in mind. I don’t want to slip again. It’s a slippery slope, and I don’t need any distractions. There cannot be any distractions this time. This time I will succeed and have my justice at long last. “Fine!” I threw my hands in the air in defeat. “A deal is a deal. You gave your story, so it’s only fair. The clan wants to turn me into their Ductus because I’m here to kill him.”

Two dragged a third man between them, his massive frame slumped and bloody. They chained him to the opposite wall, his groans echoing in the small space. I kept my mouth shut, my gaze locked on the floor. It wouldn’t matter what I said or did—they’d already made up their minds about me. One of them turned to me, his eyes gleaming like a predator sizing up its next meal. “This the one the Alpha’s been talking about?” he asked, shoving his hands into his pockets. “Yep. Two damn decades he’s been hunting this fucker,” the other replied with a chuckle. “Little shit’s slippery, though. Must’ve gotten it from his family. They were hunters, weren’t they?”

I've spent three months making sure that never happens to me. I slip out through the back path Mara described, and for a while my feet move like they've been waiting all day for permission. The trees close in fast, cutting off the last of the torchlight behind me. My legs remember this rhythm better than anything else, the cold air, the uneven ground, I ran like this the night I met Kael. I don't let myself think about him. Thinking about him is how I get caught. Then something in my chest pulls tight, sudden and sharp, like a hand closing around a rope I didn't know I was holding.