Manhunt Novels & Stories

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?”

Ronan asked. The man flinched, just slightly, but it was enough. I saw it in his eyes—the moment he knew we’d caught on. I bent down, grabbing his hand and turning it to the side, exposing the faint mark etched into his skin. My growl rumbled in my throat. "He's a hunter." "Fuck," he hissed, the rope snapping as his claws swiped through the air where I’d just been. He bolted, but he wasn’t fast enough.

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.

Outside, shadows swallowed the corridor as the convoy neared the port district. Her pulse quickened. If she was right, Hangman wasn’t just hiding, he was heading for a vessel, a small ship or yacht prepped to carry them beyond the city’s reach, untraceable and unreachable. Every turn, every intersection could be critical. Every meter brought potential peril. Every decision offered opportunity, if she could anticipate it. The hunt had begun in earnest, and neither side would reveal its full hand. In the quiet calculus of professionals, the first move could decide everything.

Or preserve my legal standing and watch Hunt Capital die. Michael Hale Sr. has been planning this for thirty-three years. And I have three hours to break a trap that was designed to be unbreakable.

“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!”

The Hunt Begins III It was still late at night, the moon, a thin crescent casting a ghostly pallor over the silent city streets. Claud moved with effortless stealth, his steps silent as he navigated the labyrinth of rooftops and fire escapes. His senses heightened, attuned to every sound and scent that whispered through the urban landscape. The air carried the faintest hint of impending rain, mingling with the sharp tang of metal and concrete.

A couple days later Crystal Moon's POV: After that little run in with Hunter's mate they had to postpone the meeting because Shadow got word that some big strange looking men who looked like they were hyped up on steriods were in shops asking questions. Shadow knew it was the men he encountered the last time he searched for Shawna those men had to have been some of the Hunter they called Doc’s men. The owner found it strange and called Shadow who had been asking around about strange men or women that fit the girls description. He hadn’t found any leads until now, so he wasted no time and left immediately.

The primal instincts surged within him, guiding him through the underbrush as he focused on the sounds of the forest. Hudson's senses heightened as he caught the scent of a deer nearby. He paused, listening intently, then crept closer, his muscles coiling like a spring. With a burst of speed, he charged. After a swift and skilled hunt, he managed to bring down a deer, feeling the satisfaction of a successful chase. Hudson bit the deer's neck in his mouth, savoring the thrill of the hunt. He began walking back to Selena, eager to see his mate's reaction.