Solo Hunt の小説・ストーリー

If she wasn’t, then that meant Andrei hadn’t allowed her. “Attention!” Andrei’s voice cut through the chatter and my thoughts. Damon and I turned to see him now standing at the podium. “The hunt will commence shortly. As you know, we’ve released a bull elk into the basin. The pack that brings it down claims victory.” Excited murmurs rippled through the crowd. Even I couldn’t help but bristle a little, my wolf stretching and purring with excitement. A bull elk was a worthy animal to hunt down. It would be a challenge, but the best kind. I hadn’t had a good hunt in a long time, so I was looking forward to stretching my legs—four instead of two, of course.

He chuckled as he followed her down the hall. "A hunt sounds..." Like a lot of fun, and a perfect time for some sort of accidental misfortune to befall one of us. Dammit. "... like a good chance to get to know the mountains better. I imagine it's a very different thing, hunting in the forest rather than the desert." For him, hunting was as often a matter of endurance as stealth; it didn't matter if the animal saw him coming, if he could keep running well after it had collapsed of exhaustion. But following a creature through the desert was a far simpler matter, and he wasn't sure it would even be possible in the forest. "Do you usually hunt alone or with a group?" He knew it might be seen as

I leaned down and used my muzzle to help her a little and she sat up against my leg. “Please Juvia, when we get home. I want full deets.” She tried to laugh but I could tell she was in pain. I looked away from her as I heard a loud howl in the distance. The rogues all stopped and then after a second, all sprinted towards the howl. “It's Hunter. He's retreating.” Shannon said with a small smile on her face before it turned to one of annoyance. “Liam!” She called like a complaining child. “I'm so bloody cold, get me some clothes before I die from pneumonia, you ass.”

“If that’s the case, I’ll have to refuse.” “Actually, he’s hunting me.” Hazel shot me a dark stare. She didn’t realize the difference between a mate hunt and a mate chase, I didn’t think. A man chased a girl he wanted, but hunted his True Mate. I prodded her thigh with my knee just so her scent would increase for me. The citrus-leather scent went through the roof, and it became a struggle to focus. I really needed her to let me mark her so I could focus again on something other than her smell.

Veronica’s POV The Preliminary Hunt exclusive for newly converted rogues is much like other hunting competitions— except that the beasts and creatures hunted must be kept alive. The participants were given magic chokers personalized with assigned colors to each clan as their marking tools for their hunt. The winner will be decided by the highest points accumulated during the given time. Each beast has an assigned point in them depending on their species so it really doesn't depend on quantity. The hunts will be offered to the pack they represent and the pack can decide whether to take in the offerings or not.

No one would listen to me and I might get punished for defying the Alpha. The hunt is a werewolf tradition where several packs gather in the neutral territory and hunt wild animals. The one who hunts a bigger prey emerges as the winner. I’ve never participated in the hunt because my wolf can’t handle the pressure of several Alphas in one place. That and I would be ridiculed for being the weakest and having a small wolf. I’m better off sitting it out. But it seems my sister has another plan for me.

"We get one of the guards alone, away from Bronson’s prying eyes." Cullen tilted his head, his sharp mind already calculating the logistics. "The Alpha’s Hunt." I nodded slowly, the pieces falling into place. Tomorrow at dawn, the neutral territory hosted the traditional Alpha’s Hunt. It was a ceremonial event deep in the surrounding forests, designed for the pack leaders and their top warriors to showcase their tracking skills and establish dominance without shedding each other's blood. The thick, sprawling woods would provide the perfect cover.

She couldn't even begin to imagine what Solomon's father would say. After waiting what felt like an awkward eternity, Solomon broke the silence. "I would love to hunt with you but-" "Oh no! I hunt alone," Layla cut him off. "Yes, yes Lone Wolf, I know, " he teased. "I was going to say that there isn't anything to hunt here." Layla sighed in defeat. "You and I both know it. I didn't come upon anything in this woods till I saw you." Layla shook her head in agreement. "If you just need to let loose, I understand. I get the itch, too."

"The Blood Hunt is about tracking and endurance. If Kael’s wolf tires, your stability will be strained. You must be prepared to maintain that shield for three full days without rest." Later that evening, in the Alpha study, Kael was quiet, focused on the map. "The Blood Hunt is designed to isolate and exhaust," Kael explained, his voice flat. "The contenders are scattered across the territory. We are given a target, and we hunt. The Mate is crucial because without your calm, the exhaustion will trigger the Feral Shift - a fatal disqualification." I placed my hand on the Fading Stream marker on the map. "We stick to the plan. I will be your anchor. But we need to use this time to ensure the e

The woman named Herta was nowhere in sight. “Moon Goddess is blessing us again this year to hold this Hunting event.” Nash began. “Like the previous years, the top three with the most hunted animals will get prizes. Remember, don’t shift. The moment you shift, you will be eliminated.” Nash motioned for Noah to step forward, then said. “This year, my dear brother is able to join us. Give him a round of applause.” The crowds did as instructed. “Then let the hunt begin.”