Manhunt Novels & Stories

The final leg of our desperate hunt awaited us, and as we closed in on our destination, anticipation mingled with trepidation. The hunt had been grueling, but our resilience had carried us this far. We steeled ourselves for the final push, knowing that our resolve would be tested one last time. The fate of Alpha Damien hung in the balance, and we were determined to bring him home, no matter the cost. As our pack ventured deeper into the unknown, an unexpected revelation awaited me. Through a chance encounter and a series of events, I stumbled upon a forgotten past—a connection between Alpha Damien and my own history.

"I told you that I would help you and I intend on doing so. Having the hunters dead is going to be beneficial to all our business. We just can't do anything rash that would get the attention of the council. I have a few members in my pocket, but they will not reveal themselves to save any of us." "Fine but I want them all dead", the other man said. "Don't worry Beherit, what is a hunters' greatest weakness?" "Their mates, of course." "That's right Beh their mates, so we make a plan and either capture or kill as many of the females as possible." "Rainns mate needs to die, I want him to suffer the way I suffered." "Fine, but we need a solid plan first. We will meet in a few days and come up wi

...Hunter POV... I felt like pulling out my hair. For what seemed like the twentieth time now, the Huntress, whoever she was, had managed to foil my plans. I didn't know who this Huntress was, but she was driving me insane. No matter what I did, she always seemed to be one step ahead of me. Earlier on, I sent my men out to capture another lead. We had been tailing him for a week and found an opportunity to grab him discreetly. He was a minister of the government and was known for taking handouts. Making him an easy target for Silvio.

I blinked fast again and several more animals appeared across the field. Okay seeing pictures and now seeing them for real … not AT ALL the same thing!! I quickly took several steps back as I gulped. “You get a ten minute head start ladies! When you hear the air horn the hunt will begin,” the man said, throwing his hands up. Head start? Hunt? Ohh fuck. They’re hunting … us? That fucking bitch Evelyn! She didn’t tell me about ANY of this!! They’re shifters, they have superior senses and we all have strong smells. They’ll find us. Not to mention we’re on their turf. They probably will get off on the chase!!

He closed his eyes and started moving his hands in a rhythm. I heard that melody again, which shook me. I turned my head and glanced at the entrance. "No way! Is she coming again?" Moving my head, I sought help from him, but he was too busy in prayers. I left unspoken. What should I do? Move back to jail? I just kept looking here and there, and the voice started reverberating. I thought now my end was near. Unawares he straightaway lowered his hands, and the sound halted.

The chairman offered and Will cleared his throat. “The situation on the ground has turned dire, many hunters have gone into hiding amongst human communities making it impossible to seek them out without alerting human authorities and exposing ourselves. The attacks executed this morning were planned swiftly and strategically and I fear there’s something we are missing.” Will shook his head, clenching his jaw.

“Oh, hell no! Shits has been going on in New York.” Maureen is a member of a group of hunters known as the ‘Five Fingers.’ She was trained after she left on by the Five Fingers. They hunt supernatural creatures who go after the human population. Their code is simple: ‘We hunt those that hunt us!’ When she got a call from Rosita about the killing of their father and their sister missing, she already know something supernatural is behind it. She didn’t come alone but came with half a dozen of her team. Before Lucas could throw another question, he heard a dominant footstep approaching. “She’s not alone,” she glanced at Ann.

*Roar* The banshee could only watch helplessly as Mane slapped towards its head. Mane’s left leg which had delivered the stamp was still on the banshee’s feet to keep it in place. The slap reached the banshee in a fraction of a second, and its head was forcefully torn off. Mane then turned to Dan and said, pleased with his harvest: “Now that was a hunt.”

It was during the day when the packhouse would have been busy. Thirdly, she was so flippant about murder. That was not the way that someone would speak about it if they only ever did it once. Fourthly, who the fuck was Lauren anyways? Was she alone, or did she have family here? ‘He thinks you’re onto something. He caught a couple snippets of a man kneeling beside her over a mannequin as he taught her techniques. That changed into her kneeling over a body. A few pack names as well – Pinehurst, Albrook, Shadow Creek, Silvern, and Blue Crest.’

The thought of that wiped the smile clean off my face. “Oh come on, cheer up. You’re gonna do great!” Melissa said, trying to bolster my spirits. She was always good at that and I genuinely appreciated the effort even though it wasn’t working this time. “I hope so Mel. I hope-“ the sound of the horn that announced the beginning of the Hunt stopped me mid sentence. I gasped in shock. “They aren’t supposed to blow it yet. They’re supposed to send people to make sure everyone is at their station” Mel winced. “I think they did hon”