Saving People Hunting Things Novels & Stories

That way, the bloodline will not end with her. The picnic spot was created near the woods, and I loved the idea of it because it was strategic. Once we were done with the picnic, we would shift and go into the woods to hunt. The person who prepared the place for us told us it was good for hunting, and they usually caught the animals and let them go, which was exactly what we did in my pack. We usually caught the animals and let them go. The only time we kill animals is if they are wild and dangerous.

I thanked the lady as I quickly went inside the manor to go to my room. I am moving back and forth inside of my room thinking about the knights. I know that they are strong and skilled as fighters and they are trained to do what they are doing at the moment but still, thinking that their life might be in danger scared the hell out of me. Elon must be safe. Hunters are really hideous, they are all humans so why they are doing this? I know that they are doing this for a living and some do it for revenge, noble intentions or even because of religious beliefs. Isn't there anything left in their humanity? They are the worst creatures.

“Cael, Kyra.” Cael turned to Kyra and quickly pulled Kyra away. The branches of the tree wrapped around the two men and quickly pulled them closer to the trunk of the tree and, like the women, their bodies gradually sank into the trunk of the tree. The hunters’ weapons did nothing to stop it. “My metal claws didn’t work,” said Hugo. “My arrows too,” said Damon. “Even my Katana,” said Raven. “There are only three of us…” said the man. “Let’s go…” said one.

All we can do now is hope he recovers,” Marcus added. “Hm. Well, I suppose you’re right.” Quin sighed. Quin was relieved that at least Bash ended those bloody bastards. They didn’t have to worry about the authorities catching wind of the dead humans. The hunters would never risk that kind of exposure. When a hunter dies in the line of duty, their family has as much motivation to cover it up as the council.

“What do you mean it a what?, hunters only go after one thing werewolves. We know that, it's common knowledge.” “But your common knowledge isn't adding up right now is it?” he said calmly to ayesha bothered. “It's believed that hunters spend their lives going after our type but people also forget that hunters will do anything to get us annihilated even if it means finding a power that can help them with that.” “What are you saying?” Derek sighed but continued. “I am saying that these hunters might be going for something that's give them more efficiency especially when going after out type. There must be something the scientists would've found around.” he added.

Despite his harrowing situation, he still called me to tell me to take care of myself and not to leave the house. A loud gunshot sounded at that moment. I wheeled around to look at the villa across from me. A bloodied woman burst into the courtyard before slamming the door to trap the man in the villa. Then, she aimed a pistol at her head before pulling the trigger, effectively taking herself out with a bullet on the spot. I had spent three years struggling to survive in the apocalypse. There, I had seen way too many infected people choosing to take their own lives by shooting themselves just to avoid turning into zombies.

Like he wasn't signing death warrants. The Wolf Hunters. Mercenaries who specialized in hunting and killing our kind. They didn't care about pack politics, about territory, about honor. They just killed. "They'll slaughter every last one of you." Father smiled. "And I'll watch." Damon's hand found mine again. Squeezed harder. I looked up at him, at this man who'd thrown himself in front of death for me, who'd pushed through his own broken body to stand between me and my nightmare.

I had missed him more than I could say. "But why are you here?" I asked. James hesitated, then finally spoke. "I need your help, Liam. It's important. And it's dangerous." I raised an eyebrow, intrigued. "What kind of help?" James took a deep breath. "There's a group of humans. They call themselves the Hunters. They're after us, Liam. They're after our kind." I felt a chill run down my spine. The Hunters were a group of humans who hunted and killed werewolves. They were ruthless and relentless, and they had already taken out several packs in the area.

Apparently she would be the center of attention throughout the meeting. She sighed slightly and nodded. -What is your experience?- the wolf questioned her anxiously, -You are the one of us who has had the most contact with them. Clara cleared her throat. -The hunters are humans. They mainly use wolves to breed them against their will and then sell them- he heard a collective exclamation, -The reason they can kill us easily is because they have guns. Their shot if it hits the essential points is lethal. They hide in shelters surrounded by rotting meat traps around the perimeter to eliminate their odors and use traps to catch their prey.

I wiped my wet lips with the back of my hand, my heart still hammering like crazy inside my ribs. "How do you even know they are cannibals?" I demanded softly, crossing my arms over my chest to hide the frantic shivering of my body. Nikolai kept his eyes on the jungle outside, his tone dropping into a cold, practical register. "Or modern organ hunters. They target strays, shipwreck survivors, and missing people on unmapped territories like this. It is a multi-million dollar trade." I let out a heavy, disbelieving sigh, slumping my back against the damp stone wall. "You always seem to know everything about every single dangerous thing on this planet. So what now?"