The Great Hunt Novels & Stories

“As was expected. Your kind’s chosen path did not necessarily warrant a written history. Beasts had no use of the past. But times are changing. I realized your pack in the north is embracing a new form of governance. You are evolving out of the bestial lifestyle your ancestors were known for. “I think this is one of the reasons why your pack was chosen to be part of the hunt. The nature elementals saw that you are capable of handling the challenges of holding the power of the royal blood. Which, your friend, Selene seemed to have.” “What are you talking about?” Archibald was still confused. “What hunt?” “Once the presence of the royal blood became known, the hunting season will start. And th

The vampire that killed Ethan blurted out but his calm expression was broken into one of fear. “You are the vampire that hunts vampires!” This realization forced him to immediately try and retreat but that was not possible because the only thing that left that position was his body, not his head. The difference in their ability was that vast as he had been decapitated before he even realized that he was without a head. “Vampire hunter? That’s vulgar. Please, call me Liam,” The man said to the head in his hand.

"Have you heard anything about Jason? Is he alive or dead? What about Chloe?" I shook my head immediately. "No, nothing," I replied. "And honestly I don't want to know. Jason is in my past, Danika. Whatever is happening with him and Chloe and the entire Hunt family drama is not my problem anymore." Danika leaned forward with a conspiratorial expression. "Girl, you don't know?" she asked. "Know what?" I frowned. "Hunt Enterprises burnt down," Danika announced. "Like completely burnt down. The entire building went up in flames a few weeks ago. Ever since then, no one has heard anything from the Hunt family. They've gone completely silent."

The primal instincts surged within him, guiding him through the underbrush as he focused on the sounds of the forest. Hudson's senses heightened as he caught the scent of a deer nearby. He paused, listening intently, then crept closer, his muscles coiling like a spring. With a burst of speed, he charged. After a swift and skilled hunt, he managed to bring down a deer, feeling the satisfaction of a successful chase. Hudson bit the deer's neck in his mouth, savoring the thrill of the hunt. He began walking back to Selena, eager to see his mate's reaction.

I mutter. The game going on now is the Night Hunt: The Marked Deer. A ceremonial hunt but symbolic. One marked deer usually a volunteer is released into a controlled forest. Hunters compete individually. If the deer survives after three hours without being found by anyone then no one wins. It’ll be a tie. “Oh look there’s Anna, doing everything in her power not to lose.” Sofia says, sarcasm in her voice. I forgot she doesn’t just hate me she hates me and my friends. Especially Anna because Anna was the one who encouraged me the most to cause chaos for Sofia.

She asked. "No need. I'll leave him to be happy for a while, but not for long". He announced. Hundun and Maeve came out second for the most hunted. But the major thing that Callan wasn't aware of is the fact that it took only one strike from Hundun to hunt down all the wild beasts. If only Hundun had put his interest in the competition, all the wild beasts in the forest would have long been extinct!. "Shall we then?". He asked before holding her hand. While the others were busy hunting and aiming to win the competition, Hundun and Maeve were both busy building up their relationship by getting to know each other more.

"Way ahead of you, babe." Too fatigued to entertain the idea of shoplifting at the moment—and recognizing that neither of us will yield when it comes to paying—we decide to split the bill evenly as soon as we reach the checkout lane, dividing the cost of groceries to $18.56 each. We settle the bill and, after a brief intimate encounter in Max's car—why not?—we return to his place, opting to watch "Anacondas: The Hunt for the Blood Orchid" as the first film of our 'N*****x and Chill' marathon for the night. "Damn. Why is it always the minority that ends up getting killed off first?" Max comments as a hefty anaconda emerges from the water and swallows Dr. Ben Douglas whole.

Alpha Malik and Jericho stealthily reached their chosen hunting spot, a pristine wilderness teeming with possibilities. The hunting bush sprawled before them, a tapestry of lush greenery, dappled sunlight, and hidden secrets. The air danced with the earthy scent of the forest, inviting them to immerse themselves in its embrace. As they ventured deeper into the hunting bush, their eyes keenly scanning the surroundings, a symphony of chirping birds and rustling leaves serenaded their senses. The king's heart quickened with anticipation, and his hunter's instincts ignited.

"The event is less than a month away now, and I'm getting nervous." "I was a bit anxious at first, too," he smiled, "but with your help, I'm confident everything will go smoothly." "Thanks for reassuring me," I said. Louis was always so considerate; words can't describe how grateful I am to him. "Just telling it like it is," he modestly replied, then continued to explain the rules of the Hunt. "The Hunt event comprises three parts: pre-Hunt, the Hunt itself, and post-Hunt. You will be responsible for organizing the reception and dinner for the guests before the Hunt. After the break, we'll have a showcase with 500 elite Royal Guards in the training ground to demonstrate the power of the roya

'No, no idea', I say, hoping I look convincing enough. It turns out Darwin is not much of a brooder. No, he goes on talking, mostly about his family down in Terhaven and the year's harvest. But I glean enough from his gibbering. The Hunt is rumored to be a cover for wolven genocide, the barriers of the Leftydes grow weaker, releasing creatures of sorts into northern lands, and of course, men are being recruited for the hunt for the Belkian Horns, mythical antlers belonging to the black reindeer. From what I hear, and what I've read, whoever wields them becomes the closest man can get to a god. I don't give it much thought. Frankly, I'm tired of the politics of Quindar, sick of the secret age