The Great Hunt Novels & Stories

It only fueled his will to kill Zayn further. Not too long after breakfast, The Great Hunt began. From the organizer’s introduction, Zayn finally comprehended the rules of the competition. It was indeed thrilling after understanding it. The so-called “rule” of The Great Hunt was that there was no rule—all participating players could hunt as they wished. Their prey were not limited to the wild animals in the forest, meaning that what the participants thought as prey were not bound, which also meant that humans could be hunted as well.

As if knowing my attention was on him, he said silently, "This is the last time you lie to me." Swallowing, I shifted my gaze to the window. Moments dragged by before I rested my forehead on the pane, looking at the thick forests we drove past. Why did he even care anyway? I would have gotten even worse wounds from the torture he would've had his men inflict on me. Through the review mirror, I caught sight of the long line of cars behind us. The Hunt usually spanned a period of just two days. Two days of violently hunting down wild games. The Hunt was a largely anticipated event and I failed to see how something so dangerous could be looked forward to. And not to mention, they'd be killing i

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.

"I captured it. With respect instead of violence." "That's... unprecedented." He looked at the other elders. Whispered conversation. Finally, he turned back. "The Sacred Hunt is passed. Though your methods were unusual." "Better than usual," Grandmother Thea called from the crowd. "Previous candidates tried to chase, trap, or force the stag. All failed because they used strength instead of intelligence. She succeeded because she thought instead of fought." I released the stag. It bounded back into the forest, free. The pack murmured approval. Some looked impressed. Others still skeptical.

There was only the weight of my hands and the heat of the fire. The first true test of our return was the Primal Hunt. We didn't use scouts or sensors to track the elk herds through the valley. Killian shifted into his massive, slate grey form, his silver eyes flashing with a predatory joy that I hadn't seen since the first year of our union. I shifted beside him, my White Wolf form feeling heavy and powerful as I dug my claws into the rich, dark soil of the mountain.

kay, so he gets points for having more skill than I would give a hunter credit. I always figured hunters used whatever bits of magic they picked up to hunt us down and find new inventive ways to kill us. Though I suppose being able to disguise themselves as well as Khalid’s Clark Kent glasses would help them better infiltrate and make stealth kills if their target could recognize them.

He replied. I smiled, “Smart man. Well it was good to meet you, I am headed to Maine and I have three hours still to drive so I better get going.” I said. “It was good to finally meet you in person, Snow. You are every bit as beautiful as they say, if not more.” Shane replied. “Thank you.” I said and flashed him a million dollar smile while walking out the door. Hunters were connected through a vast network and it wasn’t uncommon to run into each other out and about. Still, it gets me when they know my name and I've never seen them before. In all these years it still surprises me.

“Oh my, if Charles was to hear those words coming from you he might just flip out” The two laughed at each other's words. Odagaia then snapped her fingers, all the exits immediately closed shut. Everyone's gazes turned to her as she stood in front. “A pleasant morning my dear people. We all know the reason as to why we are gathered here. But since we have a guest I will explain what our annual event is. The goal of “THE HUNT” is to slay mana beasts that evolve inside the forest of Gluttire. Teams must slay and bring their core back to this room before the sunsets, so whoever brings the most amount of cores wins. But if you are able to slay Fafnir or one of her 5 cubs then you will be deemed

He sat on the edge of the silk-draped bed, his broad chest bare, showing the jagged red furrows Samuel’s nails had carved into his skin. "You’re my Consort," Adrian rumbled. His thumb traced the edge of the new mark on Samuel's throat. The skin there burned, a raw, stinging heat that pulsed in time with Adrian’s heartbeat. "Last night proved you belong here. But the pack? They don’t see the Sun-Omega. They see a human playing dress-up." Adrian pulled a robe of heavy, midnight-blue silk over Samuel’s shoulders. The fabric felt like ice against his sensitive skin. "Today is the Great Hunt. It’s tradition. The pack tests the new blood."

Kaelen and Lucien spoke as one. "Not as a defendant," I clarified, looking at Julian. "I will go as a Sovereign. I will show your Council the 'truth' they are so desperate to see. But tell them this, Lord Julian: The Great Hunt is a two-edged blade. If they draw it against the North, I will not stop until every silver chain in the South has been melted into the dirt." I reached out and touched the scroll in Julian's hand. A surge of crimson fire traveled through the parchment, incinerating the silver cord but leaving the paper untouched.