Manhunt Novels & Stories

For a moment, it looked like Antonio wouldn’t drop it, but the moment floodlights detonated the darkness and SUVs poured into the driveway, he slowly set the pistol on the marble and kicked it away. The click echoed louder than the engines dying in sequence outside the mansion. Boots hit the floor in disciplined violence and soon red dots crawled over his chest, throat, face. At least twelve rifles. From the wall of uniforms stepped Breanna. Helmet off, hair pulled back and eyes cold as the North Pole. “Antonio Hunt,” she called, raising the paper high “I have a warrant for your arrest. Murder. Organized criminal enterprise.” She flicked it open, letting the seal catch the light. “You have t

She said, trying to remember the vague of memory, “I'm hunting-” “The hell misty!” “My lady should let me finish my words please?” She giggled, kinda amuse. “And what's wrong hunting if it's for the love of my life?” “How can hunting be related to love, Misty?” My mind spun to the idea, given a destructive results if relates the act to love. She shiver, and somehow a thing last night came to her mind. She murmured, “So if ever, I was hunt... for love?” Misty's eyes widened. “Are you being hunt, my lady?”

SILAS The piece of shit died before I made it out of town. I threw the door open and slammed it shut, my hand gripping the edge until my knuckles turned white. “Fuck!” The roar echoed into the night, my voice raw and frayed. I kicked the front tire hard enough to send a jolt straight up my leg, but the pain wasn’t enough. Not even close. Riley was gone. Taken. By him. Orin didn’t just hunt werewolves. He made a sport of it—stalking them, breaking them, killing them. And he’d gotten Riley. My gut twisted at the thought. I squeezed my eyes shut, fingers digging into my scalp as I yanked at my hair.

His hunting skills came in handy, too, and he did not require a gun to catch the wild boar and deer that roamed the area. Life was not ideal for Danny Yokes, but he was content to live the rest of his years in hiding in Lavon, carrying on his charade as a custodian. Everything was going well until one night in mid-October when he was vacuuming one of the fifth grade classrooms and didn’t realize his cell phone, the key to his freedom, had fallen out of his pocket and slid underneath the teacher’s desk. He wouldn’t realize it was missing until the next day, and by then, it would be too late. By then, a massive man hunt would be underway, and Danny Yokes, former Vampire Hunter turned renegade,

The Hunt was a farce. Kaelen rode at the head of the main party, a picture of regal leadership, but his heart wasn’t in it. He was going through the motions, a puppet on a string, his mind a million miles away, in a small, herb-scented linen closet.

I pushed my book back into my bag and covered it with as many papers as I could. I hurried to the hall and barely managed to make it inside, before the security guards locked the doors. Missing a hunt lottery was cause for 24 hours in jail and I had done that punishment once. It was more than enough for me to get the hint. I shot Timothy an angry glare and he chuckled. I rolled my eyes. What a prick. He knew what he was doing and he did that shit on purpose. I sat down in an aisle seat on the last row, hoping that when my name wasn’t called, I could escape quickly, before he could catch me again.

Away they went. Three hours had elapsed, yet the tournament raged on. The Red Moon pack held its lead, though the Dark of the Gods pack was a close second. In the third game, referred to as the hunt, both teams would venture into the woods together with ropes for hiding and seeking. The hunt begins with a gunshot once they've found their hiding place. Whoever gets tired will lose, and the winner will have to bring the loser to the front to see everyone in the crowd. When it was Dawn turn, she wasted no time finding a place to hide. Her familiarity with the area allowed her to pinpoint the best hiding places. What excited her most about the hunting game was competing against Malachi, her best

he told me. "Charles" I whispered placing my hand on top of his lightly causing him to look at me sympathy in his eyes "I'll be careful, I know they all will jump at the chance to hurt me" I whispered out. "There's two section one starts in thirty minutes, hand to hand combat, but the second one" he started while taking a deep breath "it's the hunt" he whispered. "What's the hunt" I questioned him. "The hunt is where your partnered with one other person, but" he said looking up into my eye's again "but if one dies no charges are pressed, its fair game" he stated quietly causing me to let out a gasp and my eye's to widen.

Killian’s hoodie was too big, sleeves flapping, but it smelled like him and that was the only thing keeping me from collapsing in panic. I could hear the distant howls of the first males being released behind me—moonrise had come. The hunt had begun. I darted between trees, following a narrow deer path, praying the thick scent of pine would mask mine. I just had to stay ahead until Killian found me. He promised he would. He always kept his promises. A twig snapped to my left. I froze, heart slamming against my ribs. Nothing. Just the wind. I started moving again, faster, when something heavy cracked against the back of my skull.

she glanced at Ann. “Of course, I’m not,” Maureen grinned. Ann’s gaze was drawn to a tattoo on Maureen’s neck. A tattoo of five fingers -- which is the official logo for the five fingers hunters. “We need to leave, now!” She began to feel restless. She has heard tales about the Five Fingers. Most of the time they go on a rampage killing those who don’t hunt them -- thereby breaking their code. “What’s going on here?” a voice echoed from behind.