Manhunt Novels & Stories

I was quick to hire the best investigators money could buy to find him. It took them three days to find him. Might have been less if I had found the patched letter on the floor earlier. Matteo Leone. Pretty boy had a pretty name. He was twenty three years old. There was nothing much on him, except his family and his hidden hobbies. He was bisexual. The folder contained rumors that suggested he was living under his father's thumb. I couldn't fathom how any father could treat their own child like hazardous dirt. So, I had searched for more.

The hunt had started mid-day and they had to last five full days, 120 hours. The river ran through the mountains down into the forest flowing from the west side to the southeast. When they started running from the starting line, they had gone east, leaving a trail of broken leaves and footprints behind, knowing two sets of eyes were tracking their progress until the forest had engulfed them. Once they had the cover of distance and foliage, Kate had made a sharp turn to the northwest, heading directly toward the river, hoping the initial path they tread was enough of a false lead to give them time to get to the river. Once they were at the river, they could disappear. Kate was hopeful they wo

I beg, having no courage to accept the fact that I'm about to die or this is real. “We're not pulling any pranks, Mr. Price—Mr. Andrews is not pulling any pranks,” “Mr. Andrews?” My eyes are as big as coins. “He's the one who told you to kidnap me?”. The masked man nods his head. “That pitiful fuckhead. I'm gonna kill him once I get out of here,” I rant, pacing around. “That is if you can,” he says. “This is a real manhunt game, Mr. Price. No health bars, no restart button, no power ups. Once these hunters get to you, you're dead.”

“Find them.” Juniper’s stomach knotted. Adrian took her hand. “Run.” The Hunt They bolted into the trees. Footsteps crashed behind them. Flashlights cut through the darkness. Juniper’s heart raced. Her breath came shallow, fast. Adrian held her wrist tight, guiding her. Ethan lagged slightly behind, favoring one leg. “Damien won’t stop,” Juniper whispered. Adrian’s grip tightened. “Neither will we.” A shout. Then—gunfire.

“I can’t wait.” A horn sounded, the sound so loud it echoed off the mountains. The hunt had begun. Damon and I moved quickly into the forest together, fallen leaves and pine needles crunching beneath our feet. The morning sun barely penetrated the thick canopy, casting everything in a greenish twilight. Other hunters crashed through the underbrush around us, their eagerness making them careless. I heard a howl as one person lost control and shifted, and then a shout: “Disqualified! Return to the main grounds!”

Maybe I could ask others to help in their own little ways, maybe I could seek his counsel if I hit a roads block. I sighed or maybe I'd figure it out somewhere along the line because right now… The first wave of misdirection was already underway. First mission has been launched and the first army released. The true hunt was only beginning. And I was the Hunter and they– my prey. I pray they are not safe and they fall prey to my trap. I squeezed my hands, clasped in my laps in silence. I might have made a plan, a clear plan and a wanted outcome but it doesn't reduce the palpation that comes from waiting too long.

"Wanted: Ayesha Shah, Leena Shah, Adrian Blackwell, Priya Kapoor, Arman Malik, and Ravi Singh." "Dangerous. Armed. Approach with caution." Adrian swore under his breath. “We just became public enemy number one.” Leena’s voice crackled through the earpiece. "Ayesha, MOVE!" That snapped her out of it. She ran. The Hunt Begins The streets weren’t safe. Ayesha and Adrian weaved through alleyways, dodging patrols, moving fast but careful enough not to draw attention. Above them, drones scanned the streets with infrared detection. Below them, police barricades were already being set up.

"Oh. I understand the plan now. Alpha Manuel." "Finally," I said quietly. "Riverside has some use to the great alpha. Aside from providing him with brides he can torture." The guard flinched. "Who's the best hunter in our pack Mitch?" "Aaron." his response was automatic from his mental files. "Success rate ninety-seven point three percent. Specializes in tracking wounded prey through adverse conditions. Can identify species from partial prints. Has never failed to locate a target in—" "Mitch." "Sorry. Alpha Manuel. Aaron is the answer."

’’ "Have you not asked me enough questions already?’’ I shook my head. “You should have the killer by now. What's holding you back from doing your fucking job?’’ I walked in as he followed me behind. "Something new has come up. We have reason to believe that Jessie McCallister's murder is connected to franchise.’’ "Who?’’ "Not who, Mrs Olivia, but what.’’ He corrected, making me roll my eyes. "The Franchise is the biggest, most dangerous terrorist group in all of France. We have reason to believe that Jessie’s murderer is one of the top brass in the organization.’’ "I don't understand." I let out, wondering if this was a fucking joke.

She’s gonna learn real quick. Kayla opens her mouth to respond—then the elite force returns. “That was a mindlink from Nathan,” Dev says. Straight to the point, no build-up. He knows we all clocked the mindlink the second he and Arya left. “There’s no trace of a single Riding Hood in the U.S., Canada, or Mexico.” Nathan had left to lead a supernatural witch hunt—literally. The rest of the elite stayed behind to protect Chris, Esteban, and Kayla. Looks like we’re in the clear now.