Manhunt Novels & Stories

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.”

𝙈𝙤𝙨𝙩 𝙜𝙤𝙙𝙨 𝙩𝙝𝙧𝙤𝙬 𝙙𝙞𝙘𝙚, 𝙗𝙪𝙩 𝙁𝙖𝙩𝙚 𝙥𝙡𝙖𝙮𝙨 𝙘𝙝𝙚𝙨𝙨, 𝙖𝙣𝙙 𝙮𝙤𝙪 𝙙𝙤𝙣'𝙩 𝙛𝙞𝙣𝙙 𝙤𝙪𝙩 𝙩𝙞𝙡 𝙩𝙤𝙤 𝙡𝙖𝙩𝙚 𝙩𝙝𝙖𝙩 𝙝𝙚'𝙨 𝙗𝙚𝙚𝙣 𝙥𝙡𝙖𝙮𝙞𝙣𝙜 𝙬𝙞𝙩𝙝 𝙩 𝙬𝙤 𝙦𝙪𝙚𝙚𝙣𝙨 𝙖𝙡𝙡 𝙖𝙡𝙤𝙣𝙜. – 𝙏𝙚𝙧𝙧𝙮 𝙋𝙧𝙖𝙩𝙘𝙝𝙚𝙩𝙩. The hunt night was exhilarating for her as she finally had peacefully killed her prey, hearing his sobs, his cries, threats and pleads even. Begging for his corrupt life and even trying to bribe his way out but nothing would've satisfied Maya except for the death of someone who sucked the blood of innocents.

This will be the biggest hunt they will ever face, and she wouldn’t deny that it is also scaring her. She turned to Karina, and she was probably thinking the same thing that was going on in her mind. They know. They definitely know. "It’s a murder of crows." She mumbled a code. The brooch they are wearing has a built in mic that connects to the hunters outside. It was the code they used to say that their mission had been discovered and that possible danger ensued. Karina bit her lower lip, not knowing how they would handle the situation.

The pursuit unfolded as a relentless dance between hunter and hunted, each move dictated by the stakes of rebellion and the pursuit of justice. Maximus, aware of the encroaching threat, forged ahead with a determination that echoed through the wilderness. The consequences of his actions loomed large, but the spark of defiance within him refused to be extinguished. The city of Athena, caught in the grip of a manhunt, braced itself for the inevitable clash between the forces of order and the spirit of rebellion.

“Hunt with me for proof. For tunnels. For the men who used a child’s toy to buy time. We don’t answer ransom. We bind them with money, power, and a network. When we pull, the earth will cough them up.” The wolf rumbled, not surrender, not refusal. Luther nodded slowly. I hit send. Drones launched. Feeds lit. Teams moved. The drawer clicked shut. The tablet lay mute and dark like a defeated animal. I hadn’t answered Iron Fang. I had built a hunt that would be inevitable.

"The empire is me. And when I find him, I’m going to show him that the man who has nothing left to lose is the most dangerous man on earth." As the clock began to tick toward the twelve-hour deadline, the hunt had changed. It was no longer a rescue. It was an execution.

Hunt not knowing that was his later time of seeing the old man. Mr. Hunt brought out a silencer from beneath his reading table. He pulled the trigger.

“The Council is concerned. Unauthorized interference during a sanctioned Hunt is a problem. Unregistered chemicals. Four prey removed from the forest under your authority.” “Prey?” I repeated. Scott looked at me. “You know what the Hunt is.” “No,” I answered quickly. “I know what I was *told* it was.” I stepped closer to the table. “People were dragged into that forest.” “That's how the Hunt works,” Scott replied. “Not like that.” “You weren't there,” he snapped. “Neither were you.” Silence fell over the room. I turned to Darren. “You’ve seen this compound before? Where?”

The one who had tormented Naina and obsessed over Rehan for years. “No, wait—” Shama stammered, her voice cracking. “I-I’m not Shanaya. You have the wrong person!” The man’s smile was cold, almost pitying. “Amnesia? That’s the best you can come up with?” He took a step closer, his gaze never leaving hers. Shama pressed herself against the wall, panic gripping her chest like a vice. “Please, listen—” He raised a hand, silencing her with a look. “Do you think you can trick me, Shanaya?” he whispered, his voice dangerously soft. “I’ve known you all my life. You can fool Rehan with your games, but not me.”

"Looks like you got into a hell of a fight for a couple of lost hikers." "We had a run-in with some wild dogs," Jordan rumbled, his voice low and tight. "We don't want any trouble." "I bet you don't." The third hunter pulled a smartphone from his pocket, glancing at the screen, then back at us. "State police put out a bounty broadcast this morning. Emergency alerts on every channel. A couple of runaway fugitives matching your exact description." My blood turned to ice. Magnus had gone public. He was using human law enforcement to tighten the net.