Pemburu Wanita Novels & Stories

Out of about 20 plus packs, Only five are left standing, with mine being the largest. For the last nine years, since the hunters started growing stronger, I've been trying to find out what led to their strength, but I keep coming up with nothing. I've even gone as far as sending some of my wolves to pose as human hunters just to get intel on why they are getting stronger, but so far none of them have come up with tangible information other than the fact that some little girl is their current leader and she's the one arranging everything, including recruiting other hunters from different continents. "Did Callisto and Maxwell report back anything?" I asked, going over to my wine cabinet and ta

Had I been stuck here with Zev who kept ignoring me for nothing? A low growl made me focus, ‘Atalanta, your parents gave you that name because it’s a famous huntress. That’s the only reason. They skipped the part about her story where the huntress is a super fast runner. She only accepts a man who can beat her in a race and who is worthy of her. Atalanta is a strong woman. An known ally to the goddess Artemis.’ Artemis scoffed, saying, 'Atalanta in the story was abandoned by her parents because they desired a son and she was raised by bears. She fought alongside men, even though they didn’t want her to join because she’s a woman. Atalanta is so much more than just a huntress. And you, my swe

Silence settled more heavily around the circle. “Once a hunter has physically restrained a participant and declared his claim before an official witness, his Hunt is complete. He may not release his chosen woman and pursue another.” Several women exchanged nervous glances. Aldric continued. “If a participant reaches the sanctuary before sunrise, she is protected under sacred law. No hunter may touch, pursue, or claim her after she crosses the boundary.” His expression hardened. “Any hunter violating the sanctuary will forfeit his title and territory.” That drew several murmurs.

“所有者に劣っていない人はいますか？あなたは、自分ではない誰かになりすまして、頭がおかしいに違いありません。” (Shoyū-sha ni ototte inai hito wa imasu ka? Anata wa, jibunde wanai dareka ni narisumashite, atamagaokashī ni chigai arimasen.) (Someone not inferior to the owner? You must be nuts, pretending to be someone you are not.) The woman had gone somewhat naive and did not dwell on Allana’s questions so she appeared quite a lunatic in front of everyone. She looked at Allana as if she was some terrorist who had done something vile.

The king encourages whoever is interested to join in the pursuit, keeping for themselves whatever loot they acquire from the chase. This incentive is too lucrative to ignore, another round of cheers erupts and Kiara hears all the men around her make arrangements to join the chase which is scheduled to hold tomorrow. The noise becomes too unbearable for Kiara to endure and she drags Corgan, who is also cheering, by the arm out of the crowd. “I don’t like it.” She begins. “We should leave them alone now that they are retreating, we shouldn’t do anything to make them change their minds.” She shifts her basket from one arm to the other.

He didn't appear to be upset to be joining his mate at all. Of the more than 3,000 omegas that had started The Hunt, only 243 were still unclaimed. That night, 243 Hunters returned to the castle and planned the next phase of their attack. Because, at this point in the game, their animalistic nature could do nothing less than attack.

The wind above the dungeon didn’t help my wounds at all, I covered myself with an item of clothing used by the one I strangled. I found an old hut inside Domlur and decided to go in to treat my wounds and to find an exit to this place. I sat on the ground and ripped my sleeves and tried to stop the bleeding by lightly tapping the cloth against my scraped flesh. Come to think of it, I’ve seen a lot of male werewolves but not female werewolves. I am into hunting for so long but I have never once hunted a woman. I tried to look outside; it may seem like a normal day with people walking around but this is all a façade.

They are a tribe of all women warriors, who hunt demons and other evils. They have deeply sun-tanned skin marked with paints and piercings. They wear leather and animal fur across their lady-bits, but only enough to cover the hot spots. They give new meaning to the term 'scantily clad'. They seem nice enough, they are just very quiet. They tend to stay back and watch everything around them very closely.

There was no human left in this wolf so there was no mind to connect to in the first place. It dove for me and as I rolled away, its claw caught my stomach and tore. The blinding pain was almost overwhelming in its intensity. I howled in pain and began panicking when I felt my hold on my wolf slipping. She wanted blood and I couldn’t stop her from breaking out. I usually kept a tight leash on my wolf because of what happened to the Luna of our pack, Esther, Alpha Roman’s mate. It was said that during a Grand Hunt, she lost control of her wolf and became feral. Her link to the pack was severed and she went rogue. After several attempts to get her back failed- although it had been a futile att