Solo Hunt Novels & Stories

She confides. “Rambunctious seems too kind of a word to describe him.” I snark. “You needn’t worry. He will not be traveling with you.” She says. “Oh? I just assumed he would be joining.” I say. I had assumed that Horus would be joining. I was pleasantly surprised to hear he would not. “He is needed to help prepare for the hunt with the Alpha.” “I had forgotten about the hunt.” I say more to myself than Mari. The hunt takes place in the days leading up to the hunter’s moon. Only pack members who have shifted participate. “Please watch out for Dmitry.”

He regarded me with caution, his instincts rightly telling him that I posed no threat. “Who are you?” I asked, my voice barely louder than a whisper. “What happened here?” The lone wolf's gaze softened, his eyes reflecting the pain and sorrow that mirrored my own. He took a step closer, his voice laced with a weary exhaustion. “I am Solis,” he spoke, his voice carrying a weight of loss. “And I fear we have fallen victim to the Hunters.” My breath caught in my throat at the mention of the Hunters. Whispers of their merciless tactics had reached our lands before, tales of their insatiable desire to extinguish the light of our kind. I had never encountered us myself, but the devastation before

Once again, the meat store in Snowfall was empty. The holes of ice that the meat was always put in to preserve it had now gone empty, and the only evidence left was the bloody smears in them. It was time to go on the hunt once again. Alpha Alfred sounded the howl and all the hunting wolves stormed out of the cabins, assembling in the large one that stood right in the middle of Snowfall. Soon, they were all going out, spreading in different directions, sniffing the air for any game for the hunt. Some wolves were in teams, and the rest hunted alone on their own, lone wolves who hunted in solitary.

If all goes well maybe she could get what she want as well. HUNTING GROUND It was a bright and sunny morning when Soloman and Peter took off riding towards the autumn forest. They were hunting for pheasants and ducks in the rising sun. “Whoever gets the most kills win,” said Peter. “Deal,” said Soloman. But for some reason that morning Soloman was having a hard time focusing. Something was off and Soloman knows it. It was as if he looking for something or someone. Thinking about it what to come, was making him excited. He doesn’t understand why or how, but his hormones is going rampant at the thought of meeting this special someone. And also, there was this smell. This sweetness that was lin

I wait until they disappear over the horizon before I turn back to get ready for my own plans for the day. Today, I’m planning to hunt. I was hoping to try and catch a very specific animal to craft my mating token for Shawn. Because I’m doing this alone, I know that I need to be very selective. I am not a hunter, and I’m doing this by myself, both factors which should help to keep my target modest. Still, I want to make sure the gift I make for him is impressive.

’ I notified them through our link. I waited for them to prepare for a few hours, and at exactly midnight we gather. “We’ll hunt with a twist.” I have secured the perimeter for this. “We’ll play hide and seek, each one of you should bring me whatever you catch while I am hunting you. Once I find it, you’re out. No exception, leader and underlying. Hide your scent, hide your shadows, hide your presence, and hide.” I heard someone scoff about it while Gunner and Gilo were confused.

"She stayed behind." He sat back, studying me. "Do you know where the nest is?" "No. I was unconscious when I arrived and blindfolded when we left." He nodded. "Why were you shadow hunting?" "We were searching for our brother. The scorchers were searching for one of their own." "You know I'm obligated to report this." "I know," I said, spinning my ring. And now for the next part. If I'd trusted him enough to say this much... What did I have left to loose? My odds were already near impossible.

Victor and the members of the hunt prowl through the streets of the city, searing for their prey. They sniff the air and follow their instincts, seeking their other halves, the partners with whom they will consummate their hunt. For those amongst his parties who are mated pairs, this means their partners, who will be attending Amelia’s simultaneous bachelorette. For those who are unmated and unmarried, it means finding the someone who will slake their desires that evening, an as-yet unidentified quarry.

The note reads: If you can read this Soleil, then you’ve officially agreed to participate in The Kincaid Hunt, though you definitely did not know this was happening. The rules are as follows: You have until 1pm to find the other four notes that I have scattered along the trail. All you have to do is to follow the directions listed in this note to find the next note, then follow the directions on that note to find the next one. You get the gist. You’ll know that you’ve found the note instead of some random piece of paper because each one will be secured in a small wreath similar to this one. Keep all of the wreaths though. In the event that you don’t finish the hunt in the given time, I’ll be

The rich food mingled with the exotic scents had been rich and tiring. They had thought they caught the scent of their mates but they weren't able to find them in the crowds. It was a faint smell, lingering around corners and against tables. That, mixed with the hundreds of other bodies mingling around, made it impossible to track the men in question. It was the game of the Hunt. The days leading up to the Hunt were spent trying to figure out who your mate was, or even if you had a mate there, while the hunt itself was spent evading him for the sake of the chase. Or, in the case of Kate, for the sake of winning. Despite the excitement of the festivities, she was still determined to go home a