The Final Hunt Novels & Stories

How fast could he be going? Through a small window pane, I see dark armed figures outside, noiselessly rounding this part of the building. This is a calculated attack. They are here for someone, or some people—they shot at our table first. Jules now slumps lifeless, it had to be a sniper. Maybe it's Jasper Grant next, or even both of us. I need to find Jasper Grant, he's the key to escaping this. And the windows, I must keep off the windows; the sniper's still out there.

Off to the side, Camille deliberately avoided everyone’s gaze. Then, from the center, the security personnel parted, and an assistant holding a tablet stepped forward, her expression stern. “Mr. Peirce, Ms. Vance,” she greeted. “Due to certain… complications, the annual hunt has officially come to an end,” she announced, gesturing for the guards to assist Vesper. As they rushed past them, Mirena kept her gaze fixed on the assistant. “But?” she prompted. The assistant offered a smile that didn’t quite reach her eyes.

Rowan glances back once, eyes burning faintly. Then he looks at me, and in his gaze there is suspicion, yes, but there is also something else—something stubborn and dangerous, like his wolf has decided I am a problem he refuses to let the world solve. “We’re not done,” he murmurs. I don’t ask what he means. I already know. The hunt doesn’t end when you escape. The hunt ends when one side stops breathing. And humans don’t stop. Because the moment we hit the end of the alley, a floodlight snaps on across the street—

“Are they really going to just let me fall back?” That's actually... cause me a sigh of relief. I'm tired by the eyes that following my every steps! Then there's Grandma I notice anxious and been in contact with the messengers lady. And everyone of them is given grandma a jade, however it only cause Grandma to deeply anxious. Then her expression greatly change, she said in certainty, “It must be those horrible species! The Lycan kidnapped the future of the huntress!” “Future... of the huntress?” I curiously eyed everyone that suddenly voice out their wanting to wipe out the species they despise.

I said nothing, glaring at the snow beneath me. “You have thirty seconds to run,” Desmond sneered, his grin a twisted parody of joy. “Run for your fucking life.” He leaned closer, his breath warm and sickening against my face. “Because when I find you…” he trailed off, standing back with his pack as the sound of bones snapping filled the air. He didn't need to finish his words for me to know what he wanted to say. The same words had always rang in my head. …He will hunt. “Fuck,” I muttered, my voice barely audible over the snarls. I pushed to my feet, my boots slipping in the snow. My legs felt weak, unused to the sudden force for movement, but I forced myself to stumble forward.

Her voice shakes when she speaks. Silence again. "What is the hunt?" The human asks. Groans fill the wagon. "What did I just say?!" Sarah huffs, "For Selenes' sake!" The human frowns but when it quiets, Asil is the one who explains. "It is as it sounds human. A hunt. A cursed celebration-" "Extermination," Julie counters with an eyeroll, and all eyes flash to her, "that's what it is." My throat feels arid. My gaze shifts to the ground as Eve continues to speak. I am not comfortable with this topic either. The Hunt is a monstrous event.

Apollo placed a hand on my knee that the Commander didn't seem to miss it before he flicked his eyes back to my face. "When we get there, you are only to speak when you are spoken to. There is a process before the hunt takes place. First, you will be showcased at a ball, where the audience of the hunt will place bets on the winners. Then the following day, you will all be forced to participate. Fighting to the death with each other and the beasts within. The last remaining five will be rewarded for their victory." Apollos fingers tightened on m knee, and I frowned at him. "What do you mean, rewarded?" I quizzed.

Even Elyra’s creature writhes in her grasp, eyes wide and feral. Maeven’s is trapped in a bag. I can hear it hissing as it tries to break free. Nyra is holding her rabbit by its back feet. Garrin’s rabbit is missing an ear, and Silen’s is bleeding from the nose. Even mine struggles to get away from me. Only Aria’s sleeps. The Herald materializes in a ripple of dark smoke. “The Hunt concludes,” it says, voice hollow and smooth. “The forest has chosen who will remain.”

Now he was my only support who could show me the light out of this hideous place. "W-w-who are you?" I stuttered, looking at him. "I'm the last person alive in this place, Anderson Parkmerg. Except for me, she killed all of them in her heart-wrenching game." With that clever glance, he smirked at me and asked. "Aren't you curious to know about this place?" I stayed quiet, but he started telling the story with a grin.

And that smile only grew wider. “Cassie. Looks like the crocodiles are getting lucky tonight.” The next second— A cold gun barrel pressed directly against my temple. Slowly, I lifted my eyes and looked around the casino one last time. So many people. Yet not a single one…was my family. Don looked at me. His eyes were impossibly deep, unreadable. “Cassie Vaughn.” “You may say your last words now.” I closed my eyes. Then— I smiled.