The Final Hunt Novels & Stories

Zara pushed her bucket toward the computer lab, where tomorrow's elite students would learn advanced tactics for something called "The Final Hunt." She'd heard whispers about it, some kind of important mission that only the strongest werewolves could handle. Not that anyone would ever explain it to her. The computer lab door was already open. Strange. Professor Hayes always locked it after classes. Zara flicked on the lights and gasped. Every computer in the room was destroyed. Screens cracked, keyboards smashed, cables ripped from the walls. It looked like someone had taken a baseball bat to everything. "Great," she groaned.

“One of our scouts secured a fresh catch. A rogue fae from the northern wilds. She just turned 18. Fierce little thing. She’ll make an interesting first round.” Laughter circled the table like smoke. “First round of what?” I asked, already knowing. Carlton turned toward me with that smile again. “Of the Hunt, of course.” My jaw clenched. The Hunt. A sport where men chased down supernaturals, unarmed, drugged, terrified, for fun. If the prey survived the night, they were sold into secret trades. If not, well… there was always someone to clean up the blood. I forced myself to stay still. Play along. Think of Ava.

Who has such a stubborn wolf? “The hunt shall be the final event of the night!” Logan’s booming voice broke into my thoughts as everyone cheered around us. “Every one of you shall be paired with whoever shared the number you select at random. Then you will work together to bring the hound tied to the end of the trail. Do note that a few misleading scent has been peppered all over the trail so do not panic if you get lost during the hunt. You shall always find your way back here! Preparations for housing of each pack has been made so after the prize, you are free to retire to the chambers provided to you or return to your pack.”

"Let them hunt. They’re about to find out what happens when you try to hunt the fire." The Triad has been formed, and the Feral Six have ascended to a new level of power. But the "Great Hunt" has begun, with the old-world Packs moving to exterminate the very shifters Elara just saved. The battle is moving beyond Oakhaven and into the frozen forests of the North.

The fight becomes more fierce, with both sides determined to gain the upper hand. As night falls, we reach a critical juncture in our plan. The final stage involves a direct assault on the hunter’s main stronghold. The information we’ve gathered points to this location as the heart of their operations. If we can take it down, we can potentially end the threat once and for all. The atmosphere is charged with anticipation as we approach the stronghold. The air is thick with tension, every sound amplified in the stillness of the night. We move with stealth and precision, our senses heightened as we prepare for the final push.

“What do you mean?” “It’s almost the end of the Games. Unless you win, you’ll be mated, marked and moved into the Luna role within the month.” Her stomach twisted, the colour leeching from her face. It was one thing to know in the back of her mind that the finals meant she’d have her mate chosen before the entire pack, but to actually hear that all the responsibility and commitment will follow swiftly afterwards made her heart hammer. It was only her, Michael and Daniel left in the competition, and she was under no illusion that she could win. The final trial was the strength trial; a one-on-one match where the last wolf standing after two rounds would be named the victor. The other wolves w

December 12. Sarah Miller. Age 29. Burned. January 4. "What is this?" I whispered. "The body count," Caleb said from behind me. He was standing close. I could feel the heat coming off him. "The last Great Hunt. Nineteen hundred and ninety-eight of our kind. Men, women, children. Hunted like vermin because we didn't have the resources to fight back. Your father vowed it would never happen again. Every cent you earned, every merger you closed—it went into the defense grid. Into the bribes. Into the 'Lunar Contract.'"

he told me. "Charles" I whispered placing my hand on top of his lightly causing him to look at me sympathy in his eyes "I'll be careful, I know they all will jump at the chance to hurt me" I whispered out. "There's two section one starts in thirty minutes, hand to hand combat, but the second one" he started while taking a deep breath "it's the hunt" he whispered. "What's the hunt" I questioned him. "The hunt is where your partnered with one other person, but" he said looking up into my eye's again "but if one dies no charges are pressed, its fair game" he stated quietly causing me to let out a gasp and my eye's to widen.

“The Council is concerned. Unauthorized interference during a sanctioned Hunt is a problem. Unregistered chemicals. Four prey removed from the forest under your authority.” “Prey?” I repeated. Scott looked at me. “You know what the Hunt is.” “No,” I answered quickly. “I know what I was *told* it was.” I stepped closer to the table. “People were dragged into that forest.” “That's how the Hunt works,” Scott replied. “Not like that.” “You weren't there,” he snapped. “Neither were you.” Silence fell over the room. I turned to Darren. “You’ve seen this compound before? Where?”

My wife's student, Talon Palmer, hired someone to stab me, leaving me critically injured. In six years as an attorney, my wife Audrey Taylor had never lost a case. Yet she stayed up all night compiling nearly a hundred pages of trial materials, all to prove Talon innocent. I stood in the doorway for six straight hours, torturing myself as I watched her work. Finally, I asked hoarsely, "Why?" She didn't even look up. "You accused Talon of being the other man. All he did was ask that thug to pretend to be his brother and scare you. Everything that happened afterward was the thug's own doing. It had nothing to do with Talon." I shook my head in disbelief. Hysterical, I rushed forward and tr