Saving People Hunting Things Novels & Stories

They’ll want to check the wreckage to confirm I’m not inside. Keeping low to the ground, I hurried away from the crash as the hunters pulled up, hooting and hollering like the demented Americans they are. Now I don’t mean to say all Americans are demented. But the American hunters are an uncouth sort that takes a weird joy in killing, things being on fire, and vehicles getting into accidents. Whatever the case, their joyful hoots and hollers that I might be dead and arguments about who gets to take credit gave me time to get away. I hurried to the nearest neighborhood to search for a car to take.

I was in complete agony. I wanted so badly to continue Hunting and live my life, but I couldn’t when I was distracted. I literally almost died. That Vampire had me and I was losing a lot of blood. The only reason I survived is because I hadn’t unsheathed my knife yet so he didn’t know I had it.

If they did, places like this would be burned to the ground. Of course, that doesn’t mean that there aren’t supes that help the hunters. Whether it’s because they are crazy or because they are trying to save someone they love, there are supes that infiltrate different places and provide the hunters with a way in to capture and imprison us before forcing us into the fighting ring. I reach over and grab my food, snarling at the guy next to me. “What are you, anyway? Some kind of scavenger?” I ask him. He’s lanky and unkempt. He looks like a coyote shifter.

Maybe by my calculation the man ranges in age from thirty to forty. I step back. I know the capacity of the weapons they hold. This isn’t just the first time I’ve encountered people like them in this jungle. They are called hunters. It’s also been a long time since they last appeared in this area. They are looking for creatures that are different from humans so they can get them and take them to the city. Many have gone astray in this place like them and many have also been killed with that strange weapon. They face me with their long-sized weapons and with a handle curve where the button is located. That weapon is weird but amazing.

His voice sounds increasingly angry with each word . " Which part ? " I scoff . " All of it . I could never kill Diana even if someone took my soul and replaced it with a hunter's ! " He hits back with rage . Hunters are said to be humans with above average abilities , their only aim is to rid the world of supernatural species , more often than not , they tend to go for werewolves and vampires the most . They usually leave seers , witches and related species alone . His statement didn't make sense in the least.

Even if I had to risk my own life, I would do everything I can to save my people. “So I guess we’re all in on this?” Ryder asked. “Let’s go hunting,” I smirked.

"My buddy works for Fish and Wildlife. He says they've never seen anything like it." "I heard they're bringing in hunters from out of state. Professional ones." "Good. That thing killed two people. Put it down, I say." I kept my face blank. Kept my posture relaxed. Kept pretending I wasn't the monster they were all so eager to destroy. Terry clapped me on the shoulder as he walked past. "You okay, man? You look tense." "Fine." I forced my jaw to unclench. "Just focused." "That's what I like about you. Always alert." He nodded toward the crowd. "Busy night. Keep your eyes open."

And finally, several eyes met mine as they saw us hiding under the bed. "Friends, they're here," the hunter informed the others, and I gently pulled the man as we came out from under the bed ourselves, kneeling and raising our arms in the air to indicate our surrender. "We've got to be somewhere. Kill them and let's go," the others said from outside, and the hunter cocked his gun, aiming at us. As he was about to pull the trigger, I quickly spoke up. "What can we do to save our lives?" I asked, lowering my face as he fired at the man, and he dropped dead.

The place was a mess, Vincent couldn't help be impressed at how well Danté drove this donkey of a vehicle, but as a result of that NASCAR stunt everything here was out of its place. He went through drawers and cupboards, checked the glove compartment and window visors, nothing stood out, just an old grandma's RV by all other means. He then noticed something sticking out underneath the rubble, kicking some away he picked up the small black book and opened it. His eyes went wide, a little side scheme Dante had, it wasn't unheard of for hunters to have things like this, the problem was keeping it a secret. Vincent knew of two hunters that got burned for this very same idea, and he didn't want D

As if knowing my attention was on him, he said silently, "This is the last time you lie to me." Swallowing, I shifted my gaze to the window. Moments dragged by before I rested my forehead on the pane, looking at the thick forests we drove past. Why did he even care anyway? I would have gotten even worse wounds from the torture he would've had his men inflict on me. Through the review mirror, I caught sight of the long line of cars behind us. The Hunt usually spanned a period of just two days. Two days of violently hunting down wild games. The Hunt was a largely anticipated event and I failed to see how something so dangerous could be looked forward to. And not to mention, they'd be killing i