Manhunt Novels & Stories

His voice was low, certain. I looked at him. "How do you know?" "If they wanted us hurt we'd already be hurt, they've had three opportunities tonight and they haven't taken any of them." "They ran us off the road." "They herded us, that's different." There it was again, that word, herded, the same pattern, every chase tonight ending not in capture but in arrival, every pursuit depositing us somewhere specific, and I thought about that, turned it over carefully while the man outside held the photograph steady against the glass like he had all the time in the world.

Hunt was still very much focused on the man that had called him Colin. "Colin?" He asked the man. The man, as if just realizing what he had said gave a sigh and leaned in on the table. "Mr. Hunt..." But Mr. Hunt had shot up from his chair, the back of his knees pushing the chair backwards, its wooden legs scraped against the tilled flooring of the room. At the same time, he had already pulled out a gun and was pointing it towards the man, aiming the Glock 19 Gen14 at his bald and shiny head.

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.’

I bolted towards Magnus and he caught me in a warm embrace. The steady thump of his heartbeat ground me. It was more than his arms that settled the rage inside me. His scent soothed Skylar, and in the most calming way, it soothed me too. “Mama!” Aaliyah barked and the ground vibrated underneath our feet. The sound of footsteps rustling through the bushes made my ears prick up. Magnus looked down at me and he didn't need to say it, I knew those heavy footsteps came from hunters. Ten or more, all heavily armed from the way their feet dragged.

He couldn't even stand. Just when it looked like the ragdoll was going to beat him to death, it suddenly stopped and grabbed my hand. Then it used my fingers to lift the knife he had dropped and plunged it straight into his heart. The familiar system chime echoed. [Player Franklin Hanson has been eliminated.] My balance shot up by several hundred coins. My eyes sparkled. "Bunny, you're amazing! You even let me have the kill." The chat exploded. [Weren't these two supposed to be weak monsters? I left for a minute, and now they're so strong!]

Connor POV Finally, a decent hunt. When word got out, pretty much all the hunters wanted to go, as we hadn't had the thrill of the chase in over a month. This is purely due to this stupid competition, which was basically decided from the start. Still, no one could have predicted the attacks on this territory. We start working online with Nightstalker to tracking credit cards transaction, CCTV footage, and getting info from other hunters our target might have run into. It takes less than an hour to find him at a five-star resort. How predictable. I load up my weapons and get ready for the hunt.

"Keep going, Scarlett. We can't afford to let him slip away. We need to uncover the truth, no matter the cost." Her words fueled my resolve, propelling me forward as my legs pumped, pushing me to my limits. The pursuit intensified, our breaths coming in rapid bursts as we neared our prey. The man glanced over his shoulder, his fear now mingled with desperation. Suddenly, a figure appeared ahead, blocking the man's escape route. It was our loyal comrade, skillfully intercepting the suspect's path. The man skidded to a halt, his eyes darting around, searching for an alternate route.

I had everything I needed to hunt down my prey, five hours was mercy for me, I a damn certain I will catch up to him in a hour yet I might still want to play it off. The dense forest swallows the sound of my footsteps as I sprint towards him, he peeps once more to see me graveling towards him and he takes to his heels. Branches whipping against his skin, tearing his shirt off and leaving a trail behind. He dare not slow down, he knew the consequences of what would happen if I caught up to him. I come to a halt making slow steps towards him. It was exhilarating, after I had finished off John at Alicia home, I have been itching to have a real hunt.

"Ampelio, you need to assign your elite members to stand guard outside. If anything goes wrong, your head is on the line." Ampelio rubbed his cheek. A few punches had left his face swollen like a balloon. Even though he was still angry, he wouldn't dare show any disrespect. Under Adelaide's gaze, he quietly answered, "Yes." He didn't even let a hint of dissatisfaction show. With Madison handled, it was time to deal with Hunt. When the official order arrived, his crimes were clearly summarized—committing multiple serious crimes, including rape, kidnapping, and murder; completely wicked. Hunt knew there was no escaping death this time.

How fast could he be going? Through a small window pane, I see dark armed figures outside, noiselessly rounding this part of the building. This is a calculated attack. They are here for someone, or some people—they shot at our table first. Jules now slumps lifeless, it had to be a sniper. Maybe it's Jasper Grant next, or even both of us. I need to find Jasper Grant, he's the key to escaping this. And the windows, I must keep off the windows; the sniper's still out there.