Manhunt Novels & Stories

“Only when he needs to be,” “Then tell me, why hasn't he ended that tradition of yours, the one where he found you? That thing you talked about where they hunt you girls down,” Did he hear that? How had he not been caught for this long? This was beyond weird, he should've been noticed. “The Hunt,” I said. He nodded and pointed. “That’s the one. Guess you don't mind that your sister will be participating,” I gritted my teeth. “She won’t,”

Investigators in plain clothes who were lighter and quicker kept up with their target while maintaining eye contact. The sounds of the chase reverberated throughout the still morning, including loud commands, heavy footsteps and the sporadic clang of metal as someone brushed against a fire escape. Miller forced himself, his lungs burning, his attention fixed only on the fugitive. He was aware that Hart's escape would be a huge blow to his career.

I shouted in vain, painfully aware of his lack of control. Dread grips me like a vice storming up the stairs after my brother, knowing all too well that nothing I say will stop him. Especially now that there's a chance for him to play one of his favorite, demented predator vs. prey games— ‘When I catch you, you’re mine.

she knew who it was. It was a middle aged woman, she has been the one telling her what to do as a slave. “Stand. Follow me" the woman said. Mandy stood up wearily in her now wretched clothes, she turned to look at Alana and she followed the woman. A ray of hope flashed across her eyes. stepping out of the hurdled cell for the first time, she had really wanted to escape and as she walked behind the woman,she scanne the Whole building. the mansion was so big

AVA Without another word, Hunter moves swiftly away from the lockers, passing by his two friends whose names I'm guessing are Preston and Gomorey. They had been gawking at Hunter with a mischievous grin playing on their lips, and Hunter didn't waste a chance to shoot them both with his penetrating glare. I noticed their pupils retrench as they stared at him, meaning they were conversing with each other through mindlink. It was brief, lasting a couple of seconds before Hunter turns left and straight down the now-empty halls.

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.

I say ending the call, sending them my location, driving back toward my club, they won't follow me into my streets, would they? I kept on driving, going through smaller turns, doing crazy reverses, I won't lie, fast and furious used to be one of my most favourite movies and it's showing in my driving. I was almost at the club, I expected my people to show up now, they should have made it now, why are they following me? I already got the message they sent with my own mate, I don't well I didn't expect them to do anything crazy, but clearly my opponent was playing dirty, he thinks if he kills me now the war would be over.

TW-RAPE (not a scene just a mention) “The Black Hunter strikes us once yet again leaving a gruesome mess in the house of the murdered. Despite being a messy murderer, not a trace of DNA can be found. Careful. Whoever he is, what does he want and why has he targeted these specific targets?”

I mutter. The game going on now is the Night Hunt: The Marked Deer. A ceremonial hunt but symbolic. One marked deer usually a volunteer is released into a controlled forest. Hunters compete individually. If the deer survives after three hours without being found by anyone then no one wins. It’ll be a tie. “Oh look there’s Anna, doing everything in her power not to lose.” Sofia says, sarcasm in her voice. I forgot she doesn’t just hate me she hates me and my friends. Especially Anna because Anna was the one who encouraged me the most to cause chaos for Sofia.

In the continent of Elysium, magic has dried up and monsters have descended. The only way to survive is to participate in a game called "Hide and Seek." Only the winning races receive rewards and a chance to live. The Werewolf Clan drew me—a twenty-two-year-old half-blood werewolf. I was painfully thin, having been locked in a dungeon for the past fifteen years. The live chat scrolling before my eyes was filled with despair: [What the hell? This is our clan’s representative?] [A girl a strong breeze could knock over? Is she even an adult?] [I bet she bursts into tears the second she sees a monster.] [It’s over. We’re so dead. I knew we’d lose this time. Are the werewolves really going to be