Saving People Hunting Things Novels & Stories

I screamed, instinctively curling into him. Three men emerged from the trees. They smelt like humans, clad in camouflage and gear. Their rifles gleamed under the moonlight. Their eyes were wild with the thrill of the chase, not knowing what we were… just knowing they were hunting something. "Stay where you are!" one of them shouted. They clearly weren't Alexa's minions. They were probably just hunting for game, maybe rogues, maybe they were just angry to find trespassers. Their weapons obviously didn’t care who we were. Bullets still tore flesh.

My aunt was going to give me hell for that one if I lived long enough to get home. This hole wasn’t just some kind of sinkhole or anything like that. This was a hunter’s trap and just not any kind of hunter, but a fanatical hunter. Hunters were humans who sought to protect humans from the supernatural and fell into two groups. The guardians who hunted the crazed and murderous supernaturals. Someone like me had nothing to fear from the guardians. Like how actual witches didn’t need to worry about being burned at the stake and all that, but being tied to one was still freaking annoying.

Immediately after, in Adam's eyes, quickly appeared the figures of several people. Though they didn't have equipment like the three hunters he had met in the village. But these people, all skilled hunters, had rifles in their hands, specialized for hunting large animals. However, Adam also had no fear. At this point, he just wanted to kill the wild boar, then use its blood and flesh to replenish his already empty stomach. Only, this wild boar is really too stubborn. Even though he held on so tight, it wanted to struggle to get to its feet, hoping to escape his strength.

I checked the time and dragged my not fully healed body over there. By the time I arrived, the reporters had already filled the venue, and the place was packed. Through the crowd, I immediately spotted Quintus and Vanessa. Quintus stood beside her wheelchair, looking at her with tender concern, while Vanessa had dressed herself to appear more gravely injured than she actually was. They held hands, playing the role of a devoted couple perfectly. A reporter turned to Vanessa and asked, "Who do you want to thank the most for surviving this disaster?" Vanessa gave a weak but radiant smile. "I want to thank the doctors who saved my life. Without them, my baby and I wouldn't be here today."

One day he decided to walk into the woods and no one has ever seen him since. My name is Lucas Harrison. I am considered the best tracker and hunter in the town. Not only animals but also Paranormal beings. All-day and all night, people in our town searched, lighting the way with flashlights and lanterns. Searching with dogs and carrying shotguns. It all seemed like a horror movie waiting to happen.

They screamed for a while until silence reached our ears. The dome disappeared, and with that, the presence of our president came to our eyes. "Well done rookies, that was a very nice job all things considered" There were a pile of corpses on his back, presumably the ones that I killed at the beginning of the hunt. "I honestly didn't think you would be the kind of hunter that uses poison" "You have to use everything at your disposal to success in the wild. This is also the best method to keep a high income and replenish our resources. Now help me get these monkeys on the beasts"

“Are they really going to just let me fall back?” That's actually... cause me a sigh of relief. I'm tired by the eyes that following my every steps! Then there's Grandma I notice anxious and been in contact with the messengers lady. And everyone of them is given grandma a jade, however it only cause Grandma to deeply anxious. Then her expression greatly change, she said in certainty, “It must be those horrible species! The Lycan kidnapped the future of the huntress!” “Future... of the huntress?” I curiously eyed everyone that suddenly voice out their wanting to wipe out the species they despise.

Panic written all over her face, Sophia rushed to the utility hallway. The child's medical kit was on the left side while the cleaning chemicals were on the right. Two identical blue plastic bottles were sitting side by side. She reached out, her hand hesitating for a fraction of a second, before grabbing the bottle on the right. In the video, the eight-year-old version of me suddenly lunged into the frame, grabbing Sophia's wrist. Sophia, frantic and distracted, shoved me out of the way. I didn't stop. I chased her directly into the bathroom.

The truck came into view, buried under a layer of snow, and I couldn’t have been happier to see it. “I’ve mindlinked some men to come clean up the mountain,” Marcus said as he brushed snow off the windshield. “With the human dead, the police might come to investigate. “We wouldn’t want massive wolves and bodies scattered around when they do.” Riley climbed into the passenger seat without a word, while Ronan and I slipped into the back. “We already have werewolf hunters on our case,” Marcus continued, pulling the driver’s door open. “We wouldn’t want the damn world hunting us too.”

“Rule 1: the safety needs to be on when you are not actively hunting. Rule 2: Never aim at another person. Rule 3: Only kill what you have to, nothing more. Rule 4: Have respect for every living creature. If your shot doesn’t kill them, end their lives fast. Rule 5: Always shoot to kill.” I paused as I went over the rules again, trying to remember the last one. I sighed. “Daddy, I can’t remember the last one. Can you help me?” He turned towards me and made me lift my face to look into his eyes. “It’s the most important rule, flower. Come on, think. What is it?” I bit my lip, thinking hard. “What animal do we never kill?” I frowned, mentally kicking myself. “Bears. Rule 6: We never kill the b