The Hunt Novels & Stories

Victor and the members of the hunt prowl through the streets of the city, searing for their prey. They sniff the air and follow their instincts, seeking their other halves, the partners with whom they will consummate their hunt. For those amongst his parties who are mated pairs, this means their partners, who will be attending Amelia’s simultaneous bachelorette. For those who are unmated and unmarried, it means finding the someone who will slake their desires that evening, an as-yet unidentified quarry.

...Hunter POV... I felt like pulling out my hair. For what seemed like the twentieth time now, the Huntress, whoever she was, had managed to foil my plans. I didn't know who this Huntress was, but she was driving me insane. No matter what I did, she always seemed to be one step ahead of me. Earlier on, I sent my men out to capture another lead. We had been tailing him for a week and found an opportunity to grab him discreetly. He was a minister of the government and was known for taking handouts. Making him an easy target for Silvio.

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.”

No one would listen to me and I might get punished for defying the Alpha. The hunt is a werewolf tradition where several packs gather in the neutral territory and hunt wild animals. The one who hunts a bigger prey emerges as the winner. I’ve never participated in the hunt because my wolf can’t handle the pressure of several Alphas in one place. That and I would be ridiculed for being the weakest and having a small wolf. I’m better off sitting it out. But it seems my sister has another plan for me.

'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. Frank

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.

After that, I begin to dig a two by two whole with a maximum height of three feet using a durable wooden stick. Time is running quickly and I have to be quicker as well. I gather big bamboos, carve each side into pointy and I pierce all of it against the hole. I cover it with bushes and dead leaves and twigs and place a mark only I know. The last thing left to do is to find that dart frog and I'm ready. *** F O U R The four hunters, with their rifles, began to search the Forest. After his brother was killed, Ryan, one of the hunters, has been eager to find that man since last night. He wants to kill him by himself or feed him to the dogs just like what happene

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.

The police had to get involved, there were two police cars out the front of the diner. Ducking under the police tape, Damien stepped into his diner, he was feared by everyone, humans, wolves and vampires alike, he was known as the Blood Alpha and that was not just because Blood is his surname. Her sent hit him sending him into a short sense of euphoria, he had finally found her his mate after, eighteen years of searching he had finally found her.

He guides me through the hallways, almost like he knew the place. “Have you killed Hallen?” I had to know. Surely it would be the first thing he will do. “No.” “Why not? He is the one that’s doing all this.” “Because there is a code between Wolves and Vampires.” “A code? Logan hasn’t mentioned any code!” “Hallen has not killed a wolf yet. There will be a war, but it will be a mutually agreed war. Unless Hallen kills a wolf or someone from the pack kills a vampire first. Logan really didn’t explain that to you?”