The Great Hunt Novels & Stories

My pulse quickens as we draw nearer, the thrill of the hunt pulsing through every nerve. The chase begins. Roxy’s wolf bursts forward, her legs pumping, her heart racing with wild joy. I sprint beside her, proud and steady, my breath even and controlled. The elk scatter, startled, their hooves thudding against the soft earth. The bull charges with his antlers raised. He’s a magnificent beast–enormous and fierce. Hanna moves in, swift and precise, cutting off the elk’s path. Marek and Corwin close the circle, forcing the herd back toward us. Roxy leaps, agile and fast, weaving through the chaos. Her eyes are bright with the hunt’s fire.

Hunter is wearing a white T-shirt with a deep V collar, and she is in a white lacy dress. There are fireworks in the backdrop. It is night. I figure it is New Year's Eve. The only thing familiar about Hunter is his gold and black Bulgari watch which is the same one he was wearing the night we met at the pub. And his smile is the most passionate, even though he is looking directly at the camera. I take the photo and the brush and sit down on the big bed. While combing my hair, I stare at the two people in the picture. I wonder why she left Hunter. They look so good together. They look happy and wonderful. That makes a lump in my throat.

The hunt isn't coming. It's already here.

Without hesitation, he lunged forward, muscles coiled with lethal precision. The deer bolted, hooves thundering against the earth, but Kane was relentless. He gave chase, swift as a shadow, until he closed the gap and sank his teeth into its neck. The animal crumpled, lifeless, under his grip. The hunt stretched on, each youth testing their skill, until the sky hinted at the festival’s approach. At Kane’s sharp whistle, they regrouped. Gavin returned with a fine catch of his own. Together, they tied the animals, hoisting the weight onto their backs.

“One smash of this near her suite’s ventilation intake, and the beast will tear through that oak door like paper to get to the scent. It will look like a tragic containment breach. A rogue slipped past the outer wall during the chaos, smelled humans in the residential sector, and slaughtered them before the guards could return.” I reached out, my fingers tracing the smooth, cold glass of the vial. It was flawless. A tragic security failure during the high-testosterone chaos of the Great Hunt. Silas would be deep in the northern forest, leading his warriors, completely helpless to save her. By the time he returned, there would be nothing left but blood. “Do it,

Celine The first competition was The Grand Hunt, the first brutal test of skill and survival. The rules were simple: Hunt down the marked beast before anyone else. Avoid the hidden traps scattered throughout the forest. Outrun, outfight, or outsmart rival competitors trying to take you down. The first to bring the beast’s head to the podium wins. Sounds easy? It’s not. The beast wasn’t just any animal, it was enhanced with magic, making it faster, stronger, and deadlier. The forest itself was enchanted, filled with tricks to throw hunters off course.

Away they went. Three hours had elapsed, yet the tournament raged on. The Red Moon pack held its lead, though the Dark of the Gods pack was a close second. In the third game, referred to as the hunt, both teams would venture into the woods together with ropes for hiding and seeking. The hunt begins with a gunshot once they've found their hiding place. Whoever gets tired will lose, and the winner will have to bring the loser to the front to see everyone in the crowd. When it was Dawn turn, she wasted no time finding a place to hide. Her familiarity with the area allowed her to pinpoint the best hiding places. What excited her most about the hunting game was competing against Malachi, her best

I can't wait for it, its gonna be fun", Carleigh shot me a sidelong look. I ignored her, focusing instead on the warmth of the pendant and the lingering sensation of Mackline’s touch on my skin. My thighs still felt a little shaky, but I kept my posture straight and my expression neutral. “This evening’s hunt will be a full pack run. No threats, no borders to patrol, just us. We’ll head deep into the southern woods at dusk, track the big herds of elk and deer that moved in last week, and let loose.” Raymond continued, voice filled with anticipation. “We run as wolves tonight. Feel the wind, chase the prey together, hunt like we were meant to. It’s been too long since we had a proper pack hun

The woman named Herta was nowhere in sight. “Moon Goddess is blessing us again this year to hold this Hunting event.” Nash began. “Like the previous years, the top three with the most hunted animals will get prizes. Remember, don’t shift. The moment you shift, you will be eliminated.” Nash motioned for Noah to step forward, then said. “This year, my dear brother is able to join us. Give him a round of applause.” The crowds did as instructed. “Then let the hunt begin.”

Her voice shakes when she speaks. Silence again. "What is the hunt?" The human asks. Groans fill the wagon. "What did I just say?!" Sarah huffs, "For Selenes' sake!" The human frowns but when it quiets, Asil is the one who explains. "It is as it sounds human. A hunt. A cursed celebration-" "Extermination," Julie counters with an eyeroll, and all eyes flash to her, "that's what it is." My throat feels arid. My gaze shifts to the ground as Eve continues to speak. I am not comfortable with this topic either. The Hunt is a monstrous event.