Solo Hunt Novels & Stories

Silas leaned against a tree a short distance away, arms folded, looking like he would rather be anywhere else. Arthur approached me with a grin. “Alpha King.” “Ready for the hunt?” he asked. “As ready as anyone.” Cassian stepped forward. “The rules remain the same,” he said. “Each Alpha hunts alone. The greatest kill wins.” Arthur smirked. “Well, that should make things interesting.” One by one, the Alphas disappeared into the forest. The hunt had begun. The woods were silent. Tracks marked the ground in several places, but most belonged to ordinary animals.

"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.

Hunters may work solo or in the squad. Solo: Solo hunters may only go on D-Ranked missions or C-Ranked mission. There can be few exceptions. Squad: Squad members may go on any ranked mission except S ranked after having three or more members. Eligibility for S ranked mission will be determined by the Corps depending on their teamwork and efficiency of their abilities. There can be a few exceptions. All are eligible to join the association regardless of their origin as long as they don't break the national laws after being accepted as a member.

“Third rule-The hunt is supposed to be played in the vampire territory, that is, the castle, the ocean, the forest near the castle. The boundaries have already been marked so I would ask you all to be careful not to step outside the boundary. The rules do not apply to those who step outside it.” A smirk appeared on his lips as everybody broke into a murmur, a look of apprehension on their faces. “All participants must adhere to the honor code of the hunt. This means that cheating or breaking any of the established rules will result in immediate disqualification or punishment.” “And to make it even more fairer, no use of weapons, vehicles are allowed either. You are on your own, and can only

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.

"So, your first hunt?" "Yes, um, well, I had just turned thirteen. I had my first shift. The day after, I went on my first solo hunt. It is tradition, after all. Most people come home with a few rabbits or even some reindeer. I, however, had a run-in with a polar bear."

Matthew POV Hunting usually helps clear my mind. I find myself restless for something to do and focus on, so I leave the hotel, eager to find a trail. It doesn’t take long before I find something. The scent fills my nostrils and my wolf encourages me forward. I can smell him—the rogue. There’s only one from what I can tell of the trail. I consider calling for backup, but I can easily handle a singular rogue alone. I want to focus on the hunt. Not Jill or what happened this morning.

“Dominic, my dear friend, this isn’t a battle of charm, but a test of will. Keep your jokes for the exit, if you make it out that is.” The Elders formed a circle around us, and Elder Torik began to speak. “The Hunt of the Hollow Woods is sacred. It is a rite born in the blood and breath of the First Howl. It tests not strength, but worthiness. The Spirit Gazel awaits, and only the one who brings it forth may claim its blessing.”

And they’d have to be suicidal to come into Guaymas. “Are you shitting me?” I arched my brow. “No. A hunter is on his way to Guaymas. He may already be here. There was a big stink on the American side of the border, and several bodies had turned up. Hunter kills. But well, it’s weird….” Diana frowned. “What’s weird? And you said one. Why would a hunter try to make a solo run on Sonora?” I shook my head as this wasn’t making any sense.

he began, his voice deep and commanding, “our pack has stood strong through trials. We survived rogue attacks, rivalries, and losses. But strength is not maintained—it must be proven.” A murmur rippled through the crowd. I knew what was coming before he spoke the words. “The Annual Hunt begins tomorrow at dawn.” Gasps, cheers, and growls of excitement echoed. The Hunt. A brutal tradition where warriors were sent into the forest to track and kill rogues, competing for honor, recognition, and rank and also a way to get rid of unwanted and unmated and rejected female wolves, they are sent to the forest and hunted down by male wolves. if they are caught, they are either mated or killed, if they