The Final Hunt Novels & Stories

His eyes shone crimson as he licked his blood strained lips. "This". He held the glass. Leaning back into Stephen’s chest sniffing his neck. It soothed him. Relaxed him. "Good one Callum . It’s a deer. You sure you want this"? Saint reconfirmed. Callum nodded a yes and the next moment they all gasped when Saint took all shots bottom up. "Yumm". They all laughed looking at him enjoying the treat. "Someone taking lessons. Wow. It’s not so you Stephen". Suddenly the door opened to Zol and they all were shocked.

It was too low to hear anything, but when Ventura’s pale green vampire eyes fell on me, his smile widened, showing me his long canines. “I wanted to ask, what happened to the girl in the file?” Ventura questioned as he slid to the edge of his seat and leaned closer to me. “Surely, Ventura, you already know. The report I gave my father was thorough. She’s a bounty hunter who had been given the Michael Umbridge contract. Her sole job was to bring him to jail. Which she successfully did.”

The final instruction for the Hunt will be given by Trevon. Standing in front of the 40 newly Blessed and unblessed, he said, “The Hunt will be a fair competition. You’re only allowed to use weapons; Blessed will not use either of their Blessing or their wolves. However, on the second day of the Hunt, you are given free rein for your wolves. So, the Unblessed need to watch out for their backs. Not everyone here can control their wolves.” The Unblessed and Blessed alike gulped, nervousness striking their faces.

"He says your injuries are severe and orders you to withdraw from The Hunt immediately. He also said you can go to his ward privately if you need anything..." "I'm not withdrawing." I cut her off. I was going to win. I wasn't entering The Hunt to prove anything to Damien. I was doing this for myself. I wanted freedom. Complete, absolute freedom. The day of the competition finally arrived. The arena was packed—Black Moon, Red Moon, Silver Claw, Frost Fang. Nearly every pack in the Northern Territory had sent representatives. The Hunt was the Alliance's oldest tradition, drawing crowds rivaling a war. The rules were simple: enter the Black Forest. Survive three days. Find "Moon Goddess Tears"—

Like he was barely holding it together. His eyes tracked my every move, every small gesture. People slowly started filing out of the room. And as I stepped through the doorway, my lungs finally filled with air again. The cold hallway air hit me like a relief. The Hunt... it was a major event, usually held outside the castle, deep in the wilderness—untamed forests for the most part. Would I... would I have the chance to be alone with him out there? I needed to come up with a plan—some way to be alone with him in a tent... or maybe a room.

My retaliation was a public humiliation in front of the entire university that Gary could not simply ignore. The game of humiliation he had carefully planned had turned into a public judgment of him and his lackeys. It broke the last of his restraint and made him go mad. He dropped the civility and stopped testing the waters. That night, the app posted an unprecedented "Ultimate Hunting" Quest. The title was crimson red. [Ultimate Hunting Quest. Capture Sinead alive and take her to the abandoned classroom building in the north.]

Connor POV Finally, a decent hunt. When word got out, pretty much all the hunters wanted to go, as we hadn't had the thrill of the chase in over a month. This is purely due to this stupid competition, which was basically decided from the start. Still, no one could have predicted the attacks on this territory. We start working online with Nightstalker to tracking credit cards transaction, CCTV footage, and getting info from other hunters our target might have run into. It takes less than an hour to find him at a five-star resort. How predictable. I load up my weapons and get ready for the hunt.

“Today, we honor the old ways, the strength of our kind, and the bounty of our lands. The rules are simple. The first to bring down the legendary Silver Hart, with a clean, honorable kill, will be declared the victor. They will win not just glory, but a boon from their King.” He let his gaze sweep over the crowd, his eyes lingering for a fraction of a second on Lyra. “Let the Hunt begin!” With a great cry, the hunters surged forward, a thundering mass of horses and bodies streaming out of the main gate and into the forest beyond. Kaelen watched them go, his heart a cold, heavy stone in his chest. The game was afoot.

--- And as the hunter closed in— As the line between trap and target blurred beyond recognition— One final truth emerged: --- The most dangerous hunts— --- Are the ones where both sides believe they’re in control.

They hunted the masses and blood flowed freely on the ground, and they were cursed to do that every ten thousand years, again and again. ”It’s time to end it.” Geoffriane said and she agreed. As long as people lived, the Wild Hunt would ride again. But it all ended if everyone died. “Let’s end it.” She said. Geoffraine shrugged a cloak over her shoulders as an Undead Horse pranced to her. It was the same horse that all of the other Shinay that came before her rode. She would be the last Shinay to ride it. She climbed atop the horse and with a terrible battlecry, started to ride. The Wild Hunt ululated behind her as they followed. It was time to end it all.