Saving People Hunting Things Novels & Stories

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.”

“The medics will be here to check on you in a minute. Just stay here, you are safe now.” “Wait.” I say, wanting to know who these people are that have saved me. “Who are you?” He smiles kindly at me. “We’re from a guild of hunters. We hunt the supernatural and kill them. You don’t have to worry, we’re very good at what we do.” He pats my hand before stepping out of the truck. Hunters? I’ve gone from one hell to another. If they find out what I am, they will kill me, or worse, imprison me and keep me as their lab rat. I need to get out of here.

(Bright’s POV) This Hunting Game is brutal. It’s not just a friendly game where you try to run away from their tomato guns just so you don’t get eliminated from the game. This is an actual survival game. It’s about strategy, luck, and sometimes, betrayal. I’ve seen some of them that came in groups, but ended up shooting each other. I don't even know why I'm in this stupid thing, but here I am, running, dodging, and trying not to get caught by whatever insane rules they’ve set up.

"Who the f...fuck are you? Don't shoot, I'm begging you!" "Don't you want to get your money back anymore? Why are you running?" I say scornfully. He scrambles to his feet and starts to run, staggering and falling a few times. "S...someone, help me!" He screams. Yes, run. I inhale deeply, hot waves of adrenaline pumping through my blood; I can't help but think that it's been a while since I last went hunting with my father. Humans have always been a better target than animals anyway, the way they desperately cling to life even though it's hopeless is quite fascinating.

Dad grunted, sighing heavily. “I don’t know, Dad.” I shook my head. I was also frustrated that I couldn’t find anything about these hunters, even a name. “They are humans. That’s for sure,” Shadow said, “They could have military service because they seem well-trained, meticulous, and organized, and they left without a trail to follow, just a brand on their victims.” “How are the victims killed?” Zack asked. “Silver bullets, burning, beheading—” Everyone gasped. “They also use crossbows but took arrows with them,” I added.

Dark shadows lurked in the trees, hidden by the leaves, the moonlight was unable to find them. They walked with silence, unheard to nature. The men dressed in camouflage, and were armed with shotguns and crossbows. They split into teams to surround the beast and his family. Their mission to kill the beast, and anything like him. The howls filled the air as the men began their hunt. As the beast ran with his pack, the lead hunter aimed for his mate. With one shot of his crossbow, he hited her in the back, going straight through.. Blood splattered out at the force. They had got the beast's attention.

These causes each other forces to face the climbing folks from the ground; their darkest and bloody eyes glowing with a desire to do battle! This occurence is seen by the few people at the border and they couldn't be more shock and shaken. The war is the expected of all, but this isn't cause by this very scene. The folks climbing from the ground continue mindlessly, and this few of a people couldn't just stay spectator. Somone said, “The time is come... My hunter; hunt to your heart content!” There's two form of what the hunt is even meant and to the case of this someone, the hunt is to secure the life of these climbing folks!

Sofia instinctively ducked, her body shielding itself as debris rained down around them. When she lifted her head, she saw them. Hunters, dressed in black and armed with weapons that glowed with an eerie, unnatural light. They moved with precision, their eyes locked on her with a chilling determination. ”Sofia!” Damien shouted, his voice filled with urgency as he pulled her to her feet. ”We need to move!” But as she turned to follow him, one of the hunters appeared in front of her, blocking her path. ”You’re coming with us,” he said, his voice cold and unyielding.

“I thought you’d understand their motivations better than anyone. You’re training to be a nurse, to help people. That’s their motivation. To save lives, just in a different way to doctors and nurses.” He’d snorted. “Yeah, but – okay, let’s pretend that this is real for a second – they don’t even save people half the time. Did you see how many people died in that episode alone? Innocent people, who got hurt because of Sam and Dean’s bad judgement.” He shook his head then, and titled it to one side. “Doctors and nurses have to make tough decisions, that’s for sure, but they don’t endanger innocent people. Hunting just seems like an egotistical thing to me.”

the hunter yelled at his comrades. I saw some relief on Dad’s face when he realized me and my brother were presumably safe but it was short lived as he still needed to keep Sofia safe. While the hunters had their attention divided between the fight and what their friend told them I climbed to tree I had been hiding behind and pulled out my bow. I quickly lined up my first shot and managed to his the hunter to my dad’s left right through the throat causing the other hunters to panic and look around.