Novel & Cerita Solo Hunt

RUNE True to Xavier's words, the hunt didn't start till I made my appearance. Dylan shot me a look that said "I know what you did." For my sanity, I ignored him. We got briefed on the rules and sent out. My hunting tool was a bow and arrow. Dylan got a whole ass sword. Five year winner privileges, he said. More like gloated. The rules were simple. Scattered throughout the forest were "prey" cardboard animals hidden in the foliage. Every hunter had a unique color which they would mark their prey with. At the end of thirty minutes, the hunter with the highest kill wins.

The primal instincts surged within him, guiding him through the underbrush as he focused on the sounds of the forest. Hudson's senses heightened as he caught the scent of a deer nearby. He paused, listening intently, then crept closer, his muscles coiling like a spring. With a burst of speed, he charged. After a swift and skilled hunt, he managed to bring down a deer, feeling the satisfaction of a successful chase. Hudson bit the deer's neck in his mouth, savoring the thrill of the hunt. He began walking back to Selena, eager to see his mate's reaction.

“Come, come, sister. See what I caught on my hunt.” “Your hunt?” “Yes. I hunt alone.” Her words strike me. “Alone?” Her eyes answer before her lips do — lone hunts are an old tradition, a form of rage meditation. “I… I forgot.” Her gaze flickers with disbelief. Forgetting is impossible. But it isn’t forgetfulness. It’s the battle inside me. “Pelin… I met Varyn on a lone hunt.” She doesn’t speak, doesn’t nod, but her silence carries understanding. Suddenly I need to sit. She lowers herself beside me.

Instead, she leaned into his palm for a fraction of a second, letting the fire of the mate bond roar through her. ​"I'll win," she whispered. ​"I know," he replied. The pre-Solstice hunt was not merely a tradition; it was a blood-soaked audition. The forest was draped in a thick, suffocating fog that clung to the coats of the wolves like a second skin. Rhea stood at the edge of the tree line, her breathing rhythmic and shallow. Beside her, the "suitors" from the neighboring Iron Claw and Jagged Peak packs shifted restlessly. They were large, muscular males who smelled of arrogance and cheap dominance.

Don added thoughtfully, “unharmed.” “And only the first ten couples that return will qualify.” I sighed. He turned to me, eyes intense. “This isn’t just a hunt. It’s a test of our bond, our loyalty… our love.” I swallowed hard. “Then we win. Together.” He smiled, "Love your confidence." We planned quietly—strategy, silent communication signals, scent markers… everything. As Beta Eric’s voice repeated, "Prepare yourselves. The Hunt begins shortly!" The word conjured a memory that struggled its way out of the past.

Later in the evening was the hunt. Kael came to get me for the hunt. When he arrived, I was already sheathing my sword. “All set?” “Yeah, where have you been?” I asked. Kael was hardly ever around. “Just here and there,” he said. I said nothing and resumed what I was doing. I needed it—the hunt. It wasn’t just tradition. It was more of a release for me. It’ll help me get my control in check. Violence always helped. And this was perfect. Domario makes us hunt under the evening moon for sport. Kill a bear, deer whatever just don’t kill anybody.

'No, no idea', I say, hoping I look convincing enough. It turns out Darwin is not much of a brooder. No, he goes on talking, mostly about his family down in Terhaven and the year's harvest. But I glean enough from his gibbering. The Hunt is rumored to be a cover for wolven genocide, the barriers of the Leftydes grow weaker, releasing creatures of sorts into northern lands, and of course, men are being recruited for the hunt for the Belkian Horns, mythical antlers belonging to the black reindeer. From what I hear, and what I've read, whoever wields them becomes the closest man can get to a god. I don't give it much thought. Frankly, I'm tired of the politics of Quindar, sick of the secret age

The crowd cheered. “And please ensure that you have your whistle with you. Blow your whistle when you encounter any danger.” Alpha Cato advised. My heart leapt with joy. This is so fun! We were immediately handed the guns, bows, and arrows for the hunting. “You only have two hours for the hunt, ladies. You can choose your partner.” Luna Isla uttered. Avery and I were already holding hands, so we were paired. The map and two whistles were handed to us. As soon as everyone got their partner, the drum was played. “Let the hunt begin!”

After that, I begin to dig a two by two whole with a maximum height of three feet using a durable wooden stick. Time is running quickly and I have to be quicker as well. I gather big bamboos, carve each side into pointy and I pierce all of it against the hole. I cover it with bushes and dead leaves and twigs and place a mark only I know. The last thing left to do is to find that dart frog and I'm ready. *** F O U R The four hunters, with their rifles, began to search the Forest. After his brother was killed, Ryan, one of the hunters, has been eager to find that man since last night. He wants to kill him by himself or feed him to the dogs just like what happened to his brother.

He sees something and we have to be on guard. "We are going to try and find a way out of here, if there's someone here we find them—if they don't find us first." We continue into the monastery—basement, not quickly but steadily. The floor rises into something like a rocky hill. And everything in the building is quiet except for the sounds of our muffled footsteps. It's all too quiet, as if everything were collectively holding their breath and waiting for us. Then we come across what looks like a medieval dining room.