Manhunt Novels & Stories

Hunter had given me a simple task: find the traitor, and eliminate him quietly. I wasn’t blind. I knew that even the smallest mistake could unravel everything we’d worked for, so I was meticulous. I followed the usual routes— checked in with the informants I trusted, observed the pack’s movements— but something felt off. There was a flicker of something different, something I couldn’t quite place. My instincts itched at the back of my mind, telling me there was more going on beneath the surface.

tossing me over to land at Tiberius's feet. ******* Later in the Hunt The stores had the news feed on, I didn't realize a helicopter was broadcasting the news of the hunt through Ravena so everyone could see me get killed or end up in prison. They were trying to lock me in the middle without escape like true hunters, I was their prey, I jumped to the side and started climbing to a rooftop and jumped to the others until I saw the square, I was almost there with ten minutes to spare. Ty and Drax were above me flying around cheering on the wolves who were behind me full speed ahead and I saw the square as everyone cleared the opening for me to pass, the rumbling got closer and I looked back to

To ensure I had full control of everything. I watched from the camera feeds as Sienna drove exceedingly fast to get to Tomás. I had to hand it to her; she may actually get to the kid on time. I didn't care either way, as by the time Hunter arrived, he would see exactly what I wanted him to see. He would see Sienna with Tomás in a compromising position as Tomás' machines indicated that Tomás was about to die. Hunter wasn't medically trained and didn't know the science behind what I was doing. All he would see is Sienna attempting to kill his only brother.

With precision timing, I executed a sudden deceleration, causing the pursuing vehicles to collide with each other, momentarily incapacitating their pursuit. Seizing the opportunity, I accelerated once more, leaving the scene in a blur of speed. Yet, I remained vigilant, aware that my respite would be temporary. The pursuit would resume, and I needed to find a way to distance myself from the relentless hunters. Mapping out the cityscape, I plotted a course that would take me through complex networks of roads and tunnels, utilizing my knowledge of hidden routes and shortcuts.

Testosterone boils around me due to his suspicious question. “My name is Jonathan,” Jonathan introduces himself in anticipation. “Hunter Blanco.” I keep looking like a clown as the two shake hands. “Shall we take a drive?” he asks me. I stare at him. It's not Jonathan! my conscience screams at me. “Yes.” I swallow the rock in my throat. I look at Jonathan. “Thank you for accompanying me here.” “Just don't spoil anything,” he alerts me and nods to his encouraging words. I climb into Hunter's big, silver truck. My mind wanders to the mirage I had in college a few months ago and could I swear it was this same car, or am I going crazy?

MC: Han Ryan(28) An honorable(self proclaim), and an outstanding police officer with the highest arrest rate in the country. He chased after a famous serial killer for ten years and almost caught him. In the end, he, unfortunately, was killed by the said killer. He is a very passionate man that loves his work( women come second after that). Antagonist: Doctor Jackal/ J A famous serial killer that killed many women and men in MC's original world. He still killed people even after bounded himself to a dark system. He is a cunning and sly villain and acted possessive towards his toy(the MC).

Somewhere in the building. The hunt had just begun.

The hunt for Marcus stretched across New Zealand like a dark thread woven through the country’s rugged beauty. They moved from the misty fjords of the South Island to the rolling hills of the North, chasing shadows and half-truths, always one step behind but gaining ground with every clue. Cedric drove the battered truck they had stolen from a remote farm, his hands tight on the wheel, eyes scanning the road ahead. Gianni sat beside him, map spread across his lap, marking potential locations with a red pen. Anna rode in the back, her scarred face hidden under a hood, coordinating with her network of survivors through a burner phone. The dog, the one who had survived everything, lay curled at

His voice was low, certain. I looked at him. "How do you know?" "If they wanted us hurt we'd already be hurt, they've had three opportunities tonight and they haven't taken any of them." "They ran us off the road." "They herded us, that's different." There it was again, that word, herded, the same pattern, every chase tonight ending not in capture but in arrival, every pursuit depositing us somewhere specific, and I thought about that, turned it over carefully while the man outside held the photograph steady against the glass like he had all the time in the world.