Solo Hunt นิยาย & เรื่องราว

A lone figure walking away from us, away from safety. "I found her trail." Time to hunt.

This had me thinking for a moment. Sure, I wanted him to mark me. In fact, the urge was stronger than ever now that we were talking about it. But was I truly ready? If he marked me on my neck/shoulder where I wanted him to mark me, in the spot that was visible to others, that could be a dead giveaway while I'm still Hunting. I couldn’t risk that, not yet. But if I had him mark me somewhere where it wasn't visible, then I could still be marked and still Hunt. But then later, when I want it to show, I don’t think it could be moved. This was difficult.

"Let me grab my gear. We'll leave as soon as possible." Together, Devin, Arystyn and the twins set out to follow the clues on the map, hoping beyond hope that they would find Alex alive and well. As they traveled through the woods, Arystyn's werewolf senses were on high alert. She could smell danger in the air, but she pushed on, driven by her love for her husband. And then, just as they reached the spot marked on the map, they saw movement in the distance. Someone was approaching them. "Get ready," Devin whispered, pulling out his crossbow

I mutter. The game going on now is the Night Hunt: The Marked Deer. A ceremonial hunt but symbolic. One marked deer usually a volunteer is released into a controlled forest. Hunters compete individually. If the deer survives after three hours without being found by anyone then no one wins. It’ll be a tie. “Oh look there’s Anna, doing everything in her power not to lose.” Sofia says, sarcasm in her voice. I forgot she doesn’t just hate me she hates me and my friends. Especially Anna because Anna was the one who encouraged me the most to cause chaos for Sofia.

Mr Alarcon asked, “What are you doing? Did you lose something?” When I saw him sitting comfortably on the sofa, asked, “Come and search with me.” “Brian's searching the first floor, and I'm here. You go look on the second and third floor. I'll come and join you after I'm done with the rooms here.” “What are you looking for?” “The bird. It's missing.” He leaned back as he said, “Finally, the devil is gone.” Brian came down and asked me in years, “Elise, I can't find it on the first floor. Did you find it?”

But I was too emotionally exhausted to say no to myself. What harm did I do to anyone else if I went hunting at night? None, that was the answer. With a quick nod I leaned down to yank off my shoes, then hopped up onto the desk and out of the window without a backwards glance. The wind was in my nose and my body was humming. It was time to forget about life and get lost in the hunt. Fuck boys. Fuck humiliation. And fuck Rig Landon.

I try to blindly claw at the slimy ground or grab for anything within reach in a vain attempt to stop myself from uncontrollably careening down the slope. The world becomes a spinning disoriented kaleidoscope of pine trees, flying mud, and ground, as I tumble uncontrollably down the slope. This is bad. This is how solo hikers end up in the evening news when discovered dead days or weeks after being reported missing. Their bodies are found at the bottom of a ravine or in scattered pieces due to the wildlife taking advantage of a free, easy meal.

|| ALEXIS'S POV || Cold wind stung my face as I sprinted through the woods, shifting from human to wolf with ease, searching for the faintest clue. But Liam was nowhere to be found. I snarled low, walking through thick fog, my breathings puffing out in hot, angry puffs. There was no scent trail, no broken twig, no sound to follow. Liam was more than a hybrid; he was trained. Hunter. And worst of all—unpredictable.

"Teach me to fight." "No," he responds curtly, resuming his relentless assault on the hapless dummy. Each blow reverberates with strength, sending gusts of wind that tousle Hailey's hair. She is in awe of the power in his arms and legs; if she had even half of that, the Hunt wouldn't intimidate her. The Wild Hunt isn't inherently dangerous or unpredictable. A rogue prey is released into the forest, and the first person to shoot an arrow through him emerges victorious. Typically, this occurs within the first hour. What truly makes the Hunt unpredictable are the surprises that have accompanied each one thus far. Perhaps a pack of coyotes will be unleashed, or deadly traps will be laid out acro

Away they went. Three hours had elapsed, yet the tournament raged on. The Red Moon pack held its lead, though the Dark of the Gods pack was a close second. In the third game, referred to as the hunt, both teams would venture into the woods together with ropes for hiding and seeking. The hunt begins with a gunshot once they've found their hiding place. Whoever gets tired will lose, and the winner will have to bring the loser to the front to see everyone in the crowd. When it was Dawn turn, she wasted no time finding a place to hide. Her familiarity with the area allowed her to pinpoint the best hiding places. What excited her most about the hunting game was competing against Malachi, her best