The Final Hunt Novels & Stories

She needs a firm hand, she craves the kind of care only a strong mate can provide – and it doesn’t matter one bit that she’s human. “It’s okay.” I repeat, “And I will always do what I can to make sure we don’t get carried away.” One huge exception looms in my mind's eye, and after tonight, I know I can’t put it off any longer. “But Ella, I really do need to warn you about the wild hunt.” “How so?” She asks. “The wild hunt event happens on the second to last night of the festival. It’s a tradition where male wolves hunt,” I’m careful to put this word in air quotes, just in case she misunderstands, “their mates in the forest.”

"It's fine. Shall we start the hunt?" I nodded as my answer and he just smile. "Okay, now that the Alpha is here. Let's start the last day of the Hunt. You have to show your skills and survive until afternoon. When the night comes, it's time for the Alpha to chose one of you to be her mate and rule the packs together. The blue moon will help her to make some decisions. Good luck ... " All of us stand up then gather outside the Kingdom for us to officially begin the last Hunt. It will take time and I'm sure that they will try to tame me, as if they can, specially that Blake. Tsk.

The chairman offered and Will cleared his throat. “The situation on the ground has turned dire, many hunters have gone into hiding amongst human communities making it impossible to seek them out without alerting human authorities and exposing ourselves. The attacks executed this morning were planned swiftly and strategically and I fear there’s something we are missing.” Will shook his head, clenching his jaw.

She is beautiful and she is everything I've ever wanted. “My biggest regret 5 years ago was leaving you for that stupid bet. I was a coward and a stupid boy. Right now, I am a man and I refuse to be a coward again. If the only way to keep you safe until is to go into that tunnel and follow the killer, then I'm going to do it.’’ I opened the door and headed right in, leaving her standing there, calling out my name. I was met by the store packed with a few gardening equipment and some saddles for the horses.

Hello faithful readers. How do you do? I have been incognito for a while due to some hardware issues with my computer but I have found a way around that thanks to God. I am sorry for letting you all down and hope that wouldn't happen again. Now that I have that out of the way, there is an announcement to make. I am here to inform you that Book 1 of Hunters: The Prequel - Hunter Hunted - is over. And Book 2 begins today!

Juliet curled up on the ground, her voice broken as she said, "I loved you. But you only ever saw me as a placeholder. "I'll destroy you, and her—" That night, she sent him one last text. [Let's meet one last time.] She floored the gas pedal at the corner of the street they had agreed on. The headlights surged forward. Edward did not move—he had always believed he was the one in control.

Luca chuckled at the speed of Beecher’s thoughts. “I was thinking about the prophecy on the drive over. Last time we were looking for where the sun met the earth. It sounded crazy to us at the time, but after discovering Salar de Uyuni, it all made sense. This time we are to hunt down the Hall of the Slain.” “But that’s a mythical place,” Aquina reasoned, “How do you go about finding that?” “That was my first thought,” Luca agreed, winking at Katalea as she picked up her phone. “But everything is on G****e.” Katalea was busy swiping and tapping at her phone.

I was ready. I had spent months training for this moment and I was ready. The annual Grand Hunt had finally come for this year. Until now, I couldn’t be a part of the festivities because I was too young. The age for eligibility to participate was 24. This year, it was finally my year. I’d been training since before I even qualified. I would do it; I would win. For my family. I had to. I would restore my family name if it was the last thing I’d do.

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.

"The Tundra isn't the South. Our people won't follow a woman who keeps a human in her bed and a corpse at her back. If the Blackwood line is broken, the land must choose a new sovereign. That is the law of the Great Hunt." "The Great Hunt is a game for dogs," I said, leaning forward. "I didn't spend five million dollars of my life to be judged by wolves who couldn't even keep their own gates from shattering. I broke the Frost-Peak in a single afternoon. If you think the Pale-Fang can survive a second pulse, Silas, then by all means, call the hunt." Silence fell over the room. The fire in the hearth cracked, a sharp, loud sound that made Rona flinch.