The Hunt Is Possessive Of Percy Fanfiction Mga Nobela at Kwento

Fear and devotion braided together, exactly as I intended. I straightened, cloak snapping in the wind, and gestured toward the forest. “Go. Find her. Hunt until she gives up her scent. And do not return without her.” The scouts scattered, melting into the night, their footsteps muffled by the thick earth. I stood alone in the firelight, heart pounding with a rhythm I hadn’t felt in years. Rage still burned, sharp and hot, but beneath it coiled something darker, hungrier. She would be mine. Alive. No matter the cost.

All three of them standing there, looking at me with dark eyes and hungry expressions. My wolf went crazy inside me. She wanted them. She wanted all of them at once. "We're playing a game tonight," Percy announced. "What kind of game?" I asked "A scavenger hunt," he said. "Throughout the academy." Ken's eyes were dark as he added, "You're the prey. We're the hunters." My eyes went wide with surprise. What? I felt thrilled at the sound of this game. I had so many emotions inside me. I felt scared and excited at the same time. A part of me was also aroused.

“You should have trusted me at least about your necklace.” “And what would I have said?” My voice cracked, the storm inside threatening to break loose. “That sometimes I feel like my own skin doesn’t belong to me? That my necklace now glows in ways I can’t control? That shadows stalk me in mirrors? You would have thought I was losing my mind!” His anger faltered, replaced by something raw. Longing. Fear. He reached for me, then stopped himself, as if fighting a war inside. The silence stretched, sharp as broken glass. Then Thorne’s voice cut through. “Whatever hunts her knows exactly who she is. And it will not stop until she is claimed.. or destroyed.”

“Do you truly believe I wish to play the submissive mate to some male I’ve never scented? In a territory where said male rules over every breath I take? I’m sorry, but if you think that’s the life I crave, you’re a pup.” “Then we have our trail,” I said as I emerged, joining her in the middle of the gravel path a moment later. “Seriously, Harrison,” she continued, nervously fiddling with the silver pendant at her throat. “I really need this hunt to succeed. I won’t survive a single moon as that male’s mate.” “You think I don't scent that?” I shook my head. “I don't think you’d survive a moon as anyone’s mate, let alone his. You’d probably make his existence a living abyss, and who knows what

"That wolf-less vermin! She came here to destroy us! I told you! I TOLD YOU SHE WAS THE ROT!" Her voice was barely human. It was a grating, hysterical, venomous torrent. "Get your hands OFF ME!" A muffled thud. The sound of guards. "She thinks she's won," Quinn's voice dropped to a low, panting, insane growl. "She thinks... she thinks he wants her. The broken... the freak. He will never want her. He will hunt her. He promised me! The Hunt! She... she will die at the Hunt! I will wear her skin."

Something like… mark me. And for a second, I let myself get lost in that thought, wondering what would happen if he does. I don’t think about the negatives, only the positives and how nothing or no one could tear us apart ever again because a Lycan’s mark is final and I guess a part of me did want that. I wanted to be his final girl. His end game. “Mine…” Hunter whispered and he came up to my face just as a low rumble sounded off from his chest.

I blurted. “Get them out or you're dead,” he threatened. “Careful,” I said softly. “Don’t try it.” My men stepped off their bikes, cracking their knuckles, their eyes changing colors. “We are not easily cowed, Xavier!” Henrique shouted, unzipping his jacket. His chest puffed out under the grey shirt. “We are wolves too, in case you've forgotten. I am an Alpha too of this pack, just like you.” “I know that,” I said. I could feel my nails growing longer and sharper, becoming thick daggers. “But there are levels to this game, Henrique.”

“Which brings me back to my question. Who was it? Who did this to you?” I kept my mouth shut, staring at the space between my boots. “Theo, tell him,” Oliver urged, his voice tight with fear. “He can’t help if you don’t tell him.” “I can’t synthesize a cure if I don't know the exact pheromone signature,” Sian said, leaning over his desk and pressing both hands onto the surface. “I need a sample of that Alpha’s scent, or at least their identity so I can cross-reference their medical files in the military database.”

And I can't let it pass in hide and seek. I bent on his neck licking it wet and I loved it as he tilted his neck to give me access to assault his skin. It was buttery smooth. I don't need to work hard. My tongue is automatically gliding on his neck. Slightly sucking here and there. Leaving marks. I want to show everyone how possessive I am of him. His fingers tangled in my hair pulling me up to his lips. I did not fight him. He is mine. He is me. Shoving my tongue inside his mouth, my hands found his erect nipples and he moaned inside my mouth.

As he drew back, his gaze bore into mine, an unspoken promise hanging in the air like a delicate veil, “If the time comes when you're ready to take that step towards forever, I'll be here, standing at the altar, waiting for you with open arms.” The words echoed in the room, a poignant reminder of the delicate dance we shared, the unspoken fears and hopes that bound us together in a tapestry of emotions. “I pray you won’t flee, leaving me grasping at empty promises and shattered dreams,” his words hung in the air, a silent plea for understanding and acceptance in a world fraught with uncertainties. I broke out into a shy smile and kissed him softly after playfully whispering, “Won't you hunt