The Great Hunt Novels & Stories

𝙈𝙤𝙨𝙩 𝙜𝙤𝙙𝙨 𝙩𝙝𝙧𝙤𝙬 𝙙𝙞𝙘𝙚, 𝙗𝙪𝙩 𝙁𝙖𝙩𝙚 𝙥𝙡𝙖𝙮𝙨 𝙘𝙝𝙚𝙨𝙨, 𝙖𝙣𝙙 𝙮𝙤𝙪 𝙙𝙤𝙣'𝙩 𝙛𝙞𝙣𝙙 𝙤𝙪𝙩 𝙩𝙞𝙡 𝙩𝙤𝙤 𝙡𝙖𝙩𝙚 𝙩𝙝𝙖𝙩 𝙝𝙚'𝙨 𝙗𝙚𝙚𝙣 𝙥𝙡𝙖𝙮𝙞𝙣𝙜 𝙬𝙞𝙩𝙝 𝙩 𝙬𝙤 𝙦𝙪𝙚𝙚𝙣𝙨 𝙖𝙡𝙡 𝙖𝙡𝙤𝙣𝙜. – 𝙏𝙚𝙧𝙧𝙮 𝙋𝙧𝙖𝙩𝙘𝙝𝙚𝙩𝙩. The hunt night was exhilarating for her as she finally had peacefully killed her prey, hearing his sobs, his cries, threats and pleads even. Begging for his corrupt life and even trying to bribe his way out but nothing would've satisfied Maya except for the death of someone who sucked the blood of innocents.

​The "Great Hunt" had turned the surface of Neo-Tokyo into a neon-lit slaughterhouse. Above ground, the "Bounty-App" was chirping in the pockets of millions, a digital siren song of greed. But three hundred feet below the Ginza district, Leo Vane was leading a ragged procession of two hundred "Marked" shifters through a space that shouldn't have existed.

"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 t

“Out of my way. I’ll handle this myself!” She was just about to lunge when one of the wolves suddenly pointed past us. “What the hell is that?” A massive stag stood in the distance, antlers spreading like tree branches. It was the prize catch, the crown jewel of the hunt. “The giant stag!” Emma’s eyes lit up, and she instantly forgot about me. “Quick! Surround it!” Her group raced toward it, forming a circle around their target. “This year’s Hunt Festival trophy is mine!” declared Emma. Her voice trembled with excitement.

“Are they really going to just let me fall back?” That's actually... cause me a sigh of relief. I'm tired by the eyes that following my every steps! Then there's Grandma I notice anxious and been in contact with the messengers lady. And everyone of them is given grandma a jade, however it only cause Grandma to deeply anxious. Then her expression greatly change, she said in certainty, “It must be those horrible species! The Lycan kidnapped the future of the huntress!” “Future... of the huntress?” I curiously eyed everyone that suddenly voice out their wanting to wipe out the species they despise.

TW-RAPE (not a scene just a mention) “The Black Hunter strikes us once yet again leaving a gruesome mess in the house of the murdered. Despite being a messy murderer, not a trace of DNA can be found. Careful. Whoever he is, what does he want and why has he targeted these specific targets?”

So, the Power Keep for the Trelinin Protectors would be the treasure of a lifetime,’ Zen filled me in. Fuck. Shit. Damn. There was no doubt in my being when it came to my mad respect for Ziyah. Thirty-seven years being tortured and abused, accepting the punishments without fail just to protect her people’s legacy. “So, you know where Haleen is then?” he asked us after a minute of silence. Dante had his signature cocky smirk and threw his arm over the back of his mate’s chair. “Mhm. She very fucking beautifully interrogated one of the wolves that were working with the Darkies. Fucking hell, man. You should watch her next interrogation. Even Elle was thoroughly fucking impressed,” he said smug

I was quick to hire the best investigators money could buy to find him. It took them three days to find him. Might have been less if I had found the patched letter on the floor earlier. Matteo Leone. Pretty boy had a pretty name. He was twenty three years old. There was nothing much on him, except his family and his hidden hobbies. He was bisexual. The folder contained rumors that suggested he was living under his father's thumb. I couldn't fathom how any father could treat their own child like hazardous dirt. So, I had searched for more.

“Yes. We shall begin in two days. Organize the soldiers, but keep knowledge of this new Great Other to a necessary few.” She bowed and exited. Calls of crows filled the dusk air. Drums covered in stretched human skin were beaten with bones of animals. Beasts of all kinds were summoned to the edge of the veil to await their wave in the coming attacks. The creature in the tent licked the blood off his finger, reveling in the coming fall of this wretched world and the despicable Kingdom above it. Yes, Celena would die, along with all the gods and Ancients. Then the grand hunt for this Great Other would begin.

It was a hunt. And they were the targets.