Manhunt Book Novels & Stories

I nodded to Xavier, he had every right to hate me, and if that made him feel better, then I would take it. I closed my eyes as he raised the knife and waited for him to plunge it deep into my chest. To be continued… (This book is a Duet, the Hunter and The Hunted. The Hunted i still being written, please see my website for more information. It is on my to be written list after I finish my final revisions of my main series and the spin off completion.)

I have been friends with the president since college. Sherly couldn't help but worry. "Dad, it's not the president." "Then who?" "The target? The president's wife." Hideous' breath caught in his throat at the revelation, his mind racing with the implications of such a dire threat. "How did you come by this information, Sherly? Are you certain?" he inquired, his voice laced with concern. Sherly's response was swift and resolute. "There's a ledger in the underworld, Dad. It contains the names of those seeking to hire hitmen," she explained. "I traced it back to Joseph Santos. He's behind this."

"Are you very busy at the moment?" "It works." At the creaking noise on the line, I could almost see in front of me how the boss of our guild leaned back in her leather executive chair - okay, it was just an office chair, but that was also impressive. “We just finished the hunt. No injuries. The pack is eliminated. " "I wasn't expecting anything else." Something clicked as if she were tapping a ballpoint pen on her desk. "How long do you need?" "Not for long. The police arrived a quarter of an hour ago. "

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 pushed my book back into my bag and covered it with as many papers as I could. I hurried to the hall and barely managed to make it inside, before the security guards locked the doors. Missing a hunt lottery was cause for 24 hours in jail and I had done that punishment once. It was more than enough for me to get the hint. I shot Timothy an angry glare and he chuckled. I rolled my eyes. What a prick. He knew what he was doing and he did that shit on purpose. I sat down in an aisle seat on the last row, hoping that when my name wasn’t called, I could escape quickly, before he could catch me again.

New York was a wound that never healed. It smelled of exhaust, wet concrete, and fried food that had been sitting too long. A city that chewed through people, then spit out their bones on the sidewalks. Perfect cover for me. I was hunting a man who thought he was untouchable—a kingpin who traded women like currency, who wore his cruelty like a designer suit. I’d been watching him for weeks. I had his routine memorized down to the minute. At 11:15 he stepped outside to smoke. At 11:28 his runner dropped an envelope. At 11:33 he checked his phone to make sure the alley camera still worked.

If he can see every move I make, how will I ever make a move against him? During my rampage of a small bookshelf on the wall next to the bed, I find classic books such as, The Catcher in the Rye, Adventures of Huckleberry Finn, and so on. Spotting amongst the classics a leather bound book with no title or author. I slowly open it and inside handwritten pages are revealed. May 12th 1998

Most of all, I missed Freya and hearing her name was worse. Dillon pulls me into his arms “You did good, babe.” “I don’t want to do that again.” “You won’t have too.” He tries to reassure me. But throughout the entire last year, I knew it would come. I knew that they would find me at some point. I knew that I would have to use the very thing I hate against them. And if they found me, others would. “They will come.” I tell Dillon as he hugs me. “I won’t let them.” But no matter how much he tried to reassure me, at the end of the day. He was just a human. He wouldn’t stand a chance against wolves. The day will come where I would be the cause of his death.

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.]

I did a little twirl in the middle of the room and started combing the bookshelves to see what treasures I could find. I was just too excited to have found this place. I came across a smaller leather-bound book that had a weird symbol on the front and when I opened it, I realized that it was a history of the Hunter's. I decided to keep that book just in case I needed it. I was totally in my own world when I felt someone’s arms go around me and breath in my ear. "I see you found my favorite place in the house." My body shivered at the contact. I thought that I was going to melt into a puddle right then and there.