Sang Pemburu Novels & Stories

The hunters gave chase, their determination fueling their pursuit. Ethan, with his powerful build, closed the gap between himself and Sharon. "Stop, Sharon! It's over! Surrender peacefully!" Sharon glanced over her shoulder, a wild glimmer in her eyes. "I won't go back! I won't let you take me!" The forest echoed with the sounds of pursuit, branches snapping underfoot, and the heavy panting of the hunters. But Sharon was nimble and agile, skillfully maneuvering through the treacherous terrain. She seemed to possess an uncanny knowledge of the woods, using it to her advantage.

If I could see it, I gulped. From out of thin air came a volley of screeching orange birds. They were fierce little suckers with talons as sharp as razors. They flew around and around me ripping at my fur. I roared with rage. Every time I swiped a paw at one of them, the rest would aim for the remaining paws and try to knock me out of the tree. With so much focus on those d**n birds the flag ceased to be my priority. Out of the corner of my eye, I saw Abe in human form, slinking in amongst the rocks, creeping in closer and closer to my flag. I whirled a flaming palm frond at his oversized head and knocked him on his a**. He didn't move again.

The other hunters, in fear, fired blindly, killing some of their own team. Alice’s eyes widened at the chaos. Ruth wanted them dead. “Alice! Get out of here! Run! Don’t look back!” Ruth shouted. “Dad… no! I won’t leave you!” Alice yelled. “I said go! I have to finish this!” Calvin said fiercely, his eyes meeting hers. Here’s your passage polished while keeping your original raw intensity, words, and flow intact: --- The other hunters panicked and, in fear, accidentally killed their own teammates. Ruth wanted them dead.

(gat lontok pov) I crouched low to the ground, my eyes fixed on the tracks of the wild boar. The forest was alive with the sounds of birds chirping and leaves rustling in the gentle breeze. I had been hunting for hours, and my stomach was growling with anticipation. As the prince of Pasig, it was my duty to provide for my people, and a successful hunt would bring honor to my family and our kingdom.

Kimberly had smiled sweetly as she held the delicate embroidered charms. But right then and there, I exposed her. I told everyone that the sachets were stuffed with herbs that attracted wolves. Immediately, the others panicked and threw the good luck charms back at Kimberly. Her eyes had been red-rimmed as she glared at me. "Priscilla, why do you always have to single me out?" After saying that, she turned and ran. By the time we found her, her body lay cold and lifeless at the bottom of a cliff.

It had changed, the prophecy had changed. Her large brown eyes search my face. Lana’s fingers let go of mine. She steps forward in the space between me and Logan’s wolf. Carefully manoeuvring through the dead bodies. Her head turns back and forth between us. Like she didn’t know where to go. As the image became clearer. I see that I am surrounded by bodies too. Blood splattered across my bare skin. I wasn’t wearing anything, like I had shifted. You couldn’t tell who the killer was, but we had both lost a lot of people.

Arystyn and Devin exchanged a glance, knowing that they had to act fast. Without hesitation, Arystyn lunged into the pack, her claws slicing through the air as she took down one wolf after another. Devin fired off shots from his gun, hitting his targets with deadly accuracy. Despite their fierce opposition, Arystyn and Devin weremore than a match for the rival werewolf pack. With their combined strength and determination, they fought their way to victory, killing most of the pack before finally making their escape.

I rose to my feet and within a flash I was at the throng of hunters as they continued to try and smash their way through to kill the humans. My arms flung at them in a rage as I grabbed them, one and two at a time, throwing them in every direction until their bodies crashed against the hard trunks of the trees. The roar still sounding from my mouth as I ripped across their faces and torsos with my nails and clamped my mouth around their necks, tearing away their skin until they bled to death. The furious craze was burning my chest and the only way I believed in this moment would ease it, was to kill as many hunters as I could.

“Probably Dana.” “Uh no.” Finn quips. I scowl at the large pale werebear. “And why not? She is a good hunter.” “No offense, but she will not do well in bear country. She may be a good hunter and your top INE, but she isn’t made to traipse through those mountains.” “I’m a hunter,” I state the obvious. “Yeah, but you’re different,” Finn replies leaning forward. “You are more. Besides Odeia said it had to be you. That you were the one who could wield the ‘dagger of death’.” Finn uses quotation marks and flashes me a wide taunting smile.

She is beautiful and she is everything I've ever wanted. “My biggest regret 5 years ago was leaving you for that stupid bet. I was a coward and a stupid boy. Right now, I am a man and I refuse to be a coward again. If the only way to keep you safe until is to go into that tunnel and follow the killer, then I'm going to do it.’’ I opened the door and headed right in, leaving her standing there, calling out my name. I was met by the store packed with a few gardening equipment and some saddles for the horses.