Manhunt Cast Novels & Stories

Ramsy boasted. Delta Ramsy mustered little heed to Higgins' pitiful state as the spat to the soon to-be corpse in his wake. Hunters were members of the resistance, who were mostly humans that had their only goal to be liberating their people and domineering the greater mass of carnivorous beast that desired to usurp any attempts they made to establish a system like theirs or breed enough to try. Higgins' life was dangling on a thin thread, his hands laid across the two ends of the baracade by chains anchored to his wrists and a weakened resolve from that death that just insisted on taking its time before truly drawing the life out of him.

I’ll catch him coming out on the streetside. ‘Don’t get too deep inside the tunnel if you beat him there—he might climb over. Stay back and keep your eyes peeled so you can meet him either way.’ I could feel Mack rolling his eyes, but my pack brother ran just as quickly as the rest of us, rushing to close the noose on this thing.

He replied. I smiled, “Smart man. Well it was good to meet you, I am headed to Maine and I have three hours still to drive so I better get going.” I said. “It was good to finally meet you in person, Snow. You are every bit as beautiful as they say, if not more.” Shane replied. “Thank you.” I said and flashed him a million dollar smile while walking out the door. Hunters were connected through a vast network and it wasn’t uncommon to run into each other out and about. Still, it gets me when they know my name and I've never seen them before. In all these years it still surprises me.

She isn't ready to face her captor yet. But it's been three, and Mandy knows it's inevitable. Three Hours Later The sun is almost down when the two girl heard footsteps. Followed by, "THE PRINCE HAS ARR-” “Do not announce me, Diego." Came the cold voice and the reply that sent a chill down Mandy's arms. In all her twenty years of life she hasn't heard a voice so cold. “I apologize, my prince." Diego quickly said. Sounds of chains...and then, the door threw open.

A companion from my east signaled me that the enemy’s now approaching the ‘trap’ by slicing the air two times, and I only nodded at him. They took the bait, huh, And in less than ten minutes, the army declares victory. Well, that was fast and was so easy. It’s bothering me. I immediately sprinted towards the location. The others were regrouped outside, and I entered the cabin only to see two men in cloak tied around together with a rope. Harith is beside them, interrogating them. “I told you, we—we were told there’s money in here. That is why we came….” The man, shaking with fear and maybe at his forty’s, reasoned out.

His handgun was drawn, held close to his chest, the barrel sweeping corners with lethal precision. But I was watching his back. I was watching the way his shoulder blades bunched tight under his black shirt. I was watching the fine tremor in his left hand, the hand not holding the gun. The hand that was fighting a war against his own nervous system. "He’s slipping," my wolf whispered, pacing anxiously in the back of my mind. The metal is eating the man. “Sector 4 is clear,” Mira whispered. Her voice was trembling so hard it sounded like she was vibrating. She was walking behind me, clutching her tablet like a shield, her eyes darting frantically at the walls.

He didn't appear to be upset to be joining his mate at all. Of the more than 3,000 omegas that had started The Hunt, only 243 were still unclaimed. That night, 243 Hunters returned to the castle and planned the next phase of their attack. Because, at this point in the game, their animalistic nature could do nothing less than attack.

She became his mate but probably wanted to be turned, and if he won’t turn her, she’s working her way through his nest to find someone that will. “Fine, we will handle your indiscretions later. Kill the hunter! I’ll handle Daniela.” Tulio scoffed, turning to me with anger in his eyes. Shit, I need to do something fast. I could kill them all, but enough people go missing, and it gets around, and I bring a target back to us. “Don’t touch him!” I shouted, locking eyes with the two men holding Khalid, paralyzing them with my gaze. I grunted as Tulio slammed into me, sending me into a building, his hand on my throat.

"Check his neck." I drove my knee straight up into the lead man's groin. He doubled over with a wheeze, but the guy with the pipe shoved forward, catching the collar of my coat. The zipper tore open, his rough fingers catching the edge of my patch and ripping it off my neck. The raw skin burned. My scent hit the cold air instantly. The scanner beeped wildly, flashing a bright red warning light. "It's him," the man holding the device said, staring at the screen. "Royal DNA match. It's the Crown Prince!"

Her sent hit him sending him into a short sense of euphoria, he had finally found her his mate after, eighteen years of searching he had finally found her. The woman was seated in a booth, taking the sixteen year old girls statement as another member of her team took fingerprints and pictures. Her long brown hair was tied back into a loose bun with a few strands of hair framing her face. She had a serious look across her innocent face, her large brown eyes soft and captivating but somehow determined. Her perky pink lips full and mesmerising as she spoke, she handed the girl her desk number, when she stood, he could see her more clearly, her maroon top fitted loosely as her detective badge re