The Hunt Novels & Stories

I ask Jay, who glares at Alexandros with a stony look on his face. "He and Gabriel had a fight about this today. The Hunt is basically a game. They blindfold the groom and he has to find a maiden or person in the forest or a maze of some sort, and if one of his guys finds them first, he has to fight for the right to drink from them. It's a misogynistic tradition. The maiden thing was done in the old days, though." "So we have to run into the forest and hide?" I ask, regretting all the champagne I've drunk. I have no interest in being chased by blindfolded vampires through a forest.

If I had even half of that, I wouldn't be worried about the Hunt. The Wild Hunt. The task in itself is nothing dangerous or wild. A prey will be cut loose in the forest. Usually a rogue. The first to put an arrow through him wins. That'll be done in the first hour. What makes the Hunt wild, however, is the fact that every Hunt till date has had a surprise infused into it. Perhaps, it will be a pack of coyotes will be set free. Or, deadly traps will be set around the forest. Something wild and different for each selection.

It was during the day when the packhouse would have been busy. Thirdly, she was so flippant about murder. That was not the way that someone would speak about it if they only ever did it once. Fourthly, who the fuck was Lauren anyways? Was she alone, or did she have family here? ‘He thinks you’re onto something. He caught a couple snippets of a man kneeling beside her over a mannequin as he taught her techniques. That changed into her kneeling over a body. A few pack names as well – Pinehurst, Albrook, Shadow Creek, Silvern, and Blue Crest.’

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 cou

She said, trying to remember the vague of memory, “I'm hunting-” “The hell misty!” “My lady should let me finish my words please?” She giggled, kinda amuse. “And what's wrong hunting if it's for the love of my life?” “How can hunting be related to love, Misty?” My mind spun to the idea, given a destructive results if relates the act to love. She shiver, and somehow a thing last night came to her mind. She murmured, “So if ever, I was hunt... for love?” Misty's eyes widened. “Are you being hunt, my lady?”

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.

That bastard though he did mercy on my Syl? He didn't know then his little mistake would turn into his death soon. "He wasn't aware of Duncan's search for him, he was also talking about some extreme losses his organization faced due to him." Her brows creased in confusion. She definitely didn't know about Syl's quest for Vincenzo until yesterday. "So now he is here to make up for all the losses his organization faced, make Duncan pay for his crimes." My jaw clenched.

Shaking my head in embarrassment, I turned from her hungry eyes. She smiled, her teeth showing to me, and I saw what I had never seen before. “I believe you now know the answer to that. The hunt is in every person, but how we choose to use it is unique. I hunger, always, and the hunt is satisfying. But it is a like a drug, impacting every aspect of our lives. Do we hunt, or do we wait? Will there be satisfaction at the end? We seek it, constantly. Of course, though who lie in self-loathing depression are there for a reason. They've lost their hunt, and they fear they will never get it back.”

Just then an announcement was made. "All the kids who passed all the three tests come forward." Shama, Rehan, Ansh and two other people walked out of the crowd. Naina signalled best of luck to Shama. Shama smiled at her. Rehan gave her a deathly glare. "Childish" Shama said looking another way. Just then the announcement started, "There is a stone in front of you. You have to touch the stone one by one. The one who is eligible for being the next hire to the vampire clan will be recognised by the stone and that person's power will be awakened. It's the test of your soul."

The Hunter Organization. A mysterious entity that Mr. Aikens, Mane’s teacher back at the Wielder Academy, had refused to speak on. Although they had built and nurtured Wielder Academies all over the planet of Zandor, very little was known about those who were the true backbone of this institution. All that the commonfolk knew was that it was comprised of individuals called hunters who farmed and killed dangerous creatures and sold them to wealthy merchants for processing. There were rumours that they were also in charge of protecting the world, but when Zandor had been invaded, they disappeared. This made people realize that it was this was a baseless rumour.