The Great Hunt Novels & Stories

And I was awesome. We reached the front of the church and bowed our heads as we turned to each other. The priest then began to speak. "Ladies and gentlemen… esteemed guests… friends and family… We are all gathered here today as witnesses in celebration of the union between Galen Grunt and Olivia Montey. In the presence of the divine and surrounded by the warmth of your loved ones, Do you, Galen Grunt, take thee, Olivia Montey, to be your lawfully wedded wife? In sickness and in health, till death do you part?’

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.

He couldn't even stand. Just when it looked like the ragdoll was going to beat him to death, it suddenly stopped and grabbed my hand. Then it used my fingers to lift the knife he had dropped and plunged it straight into his heart. The familiar system chime echoed. [Player Franklin Hanson has been eliminated.] My balance shot up by several hundred coins. My eyes sparkled. "Bunny, you're amazing! You even let me have the kill." The chat exploded. [Weren't these two supposed to be weak monsters? I left for a minute, and now they're so strong!]

The event of the past few days came as a shock to the young girls and still couldn't bring themselves to believe that what happened that day was actually true. It was indeed too hard to believe that such a thing could happen to the alpha and luna of a noble pack like that. Both the master and lady Elizabeth were killed in cold blood and the two girls were seized and kept captive in the dungeon. Who would have thought that master Nicholas and lady Elizabeth would be such tragic ends? They were too good for words and their actions were the best part of their existence. Despite being the alpha king of a great pack, Master Nicholas and his wife, Lady Elizabeth chose to live a simple and easy li

at the latest, but I stayed up too late last night finishing the final edits for my most recent video for my YouTube channel, Hunting for Midnight. Hunting for Midnight is a dream come true for me. The channel focuses on traveling the country where I document, interview people, search for, and record paranormal experiences and events. I investigate whether there is real paranormal activity occurring or if the disturbances are actually caused by natural events and circumstances. As of to date, I have yet to uncover single true evidence-based paranormal event. For the last four years I’ve spent investigating and documenting suspected paranormal events, there’s always logical and scientific evi

I watched for a moment before walking toward my door. As I was shutting it, I heard Elena whisper, “Go get your man, Auntie.” I shook my head. That girl was a disaster walking, and I absolutely adored the organized chaos that was Elena. I quietly crept down the stairs before slipping out the back door and into the forest. I stopped beneath his tree, looking up, scanning the tree for him but not finding him. “I know you’re here, ‘Sprey. I can feel you.” He sighed as he swung himself down out of the tree. “Hey, Scarlett. I was just leaving. I was hunting a squirrel. They’re fast and good to hunt to keep myself fresh and-”

The hunt was over. The chase had begun. END OF CHAPTER 22

The sun fell into the horizon and spread soft shades of gold all over the sprawling grounds of Hampton Annual Hunt. This was the exclusive event in which students coming from every nook and corner of the city gathered at the grand entrance gates of Hampton Estate and chatted excitedly with each other. The Hunt was a very famous event reserved only for wolves and their friends and a few lucky humans who got in to view the spectacle. But to the wolves, it wasn't a game. It was a test of skill and strength and cunning combined.

She confides. “Rambunctious seems too kind of a word to describe him.” I snark. “You needn’t worry. He will not be traveling with you.” She says. “Oh? I just assumed he would be joining.” I say. I had assumed that Horus would be joining. I was pleasantly surprised to hear he would not. “He is needed to help prepare for the hunt with the Alpha.” “I had forgotten about the hunt.” I say more to myself than Mari. The hunt takes place in the days leading up to the hunter’s moon. Only pack members who have shifted participate. “Please watch out for Dmitry.”

"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"—