The Hunt Novels & Stories

It was time to see what the hell was going on. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ I hope you have enjoyed chapter one of The Hunt for Knowledge. Newly mated Katalea and Dakari are about to go on an adventure that will take them to some unique places with some unique new friends. Of course, we won’t forget about Dalya and her troubles, and isn’t it about time we hear from Katalea’s Mom and Dad? Stay tuned!

How fast could he be going? Through a small window pane, I see dark armed figures outside, noiselessly rounding this part of the building. This is a calculated attack. They are here for someone, or some people—they shot at our table first. Jules now slumps lifeless, it had to be a sniper. Maybe it's Jasper Grant next, or even both of us. I need to find Jasper Grant, he's the key to escaping this. And the windows, I must keep off the windows; the sniper's still out there.

"He says your injuries are severe and orders you to withdraw from The Hunt immediately. He also said you can go to his ward privately if you need anything..." "I'm not withdrawing." I cut her off. I was going to win. I wasn't entering The Hunt to prove anything to Damien. I was doing this for myself. I wanted freedom. Complete, absolute freedom. The day of the competition finally arrived. The arena was packed—Black Moon, Red Moon, Silver Claw, Frost Fang. Nearly every pack in the Northern Territory had sent representatives. The Hunt was the Alliance's oldest tradition, drawing crowds rivaling a wa

"Some things we just haven't claimed yet." The weight of implication in those words made my skin crawl. "Speaking of claiming," Zephyr said, his tone deceptively light, "there's a Hunt tomorrow night." I looked at him blankly. "He doesn't know," Raven observed. "How refreshing." "The Hunt," Kaine explained, "is a traditional academy event. The werewolves hunt. The humans run. If you're caught, you belong to whoever catches you for the weekend." My fork clattered to my plate. "What?"

someone interrupts, excitement bubbling in his voice. Daryl claps his hands once. “Good question! It’s the Game of Hunt.” A grin spreads across his face. “Each team will search the resort grounds for hidden treasures. Think of it like a scavenger hunt—but not so easy. Clues have been carefully planted, and only the team that finds all their assigned treasures wins.” A chorus of whoas rises from the group. “Sounds tough,” someone says. Daryl nods, still grinning. “There’s just one small problem,” he says, tapping his clipboard.

They knew that I was like a dog with a bone when I wanted something. It didn’t happen very often. I’m usually pretty happy with what I have. I’m grateful for what I have. But right now there is a Devil hunting me down and I need to know why. Why me? And if it is the curse, how does he know about it and what does he know about it? I really hoped none of these questions led me to seeking him out and asking him myself. That’s the worst thing I could do and I am well aware of that.

Like he was barely holding it together. His eyes tracked my every move, every small gesture. People slowly started filing out of the room. And as I stepped through the doorway, my lungs finally filled with air again. The cold hallway air hit me like a relief. The Hunt... it was a major event, usually held outside the castle, deep in the wilderness—untamed forests for the most part. Would I... would I have the chance to be alone with him out there? I needed to come up with a plan—some way to be alone with him in a tent... or maybe a room.

“If that’s the case, I’ll have to refuse.” “Actually, he’s hunting me.” Hazel shot me a dark stare. She didn’t realize the difference between a mate hunt and a mate chase, I didn’t think. A man chased a girl he wanted, but hunted his True Mate. I prodded her thigh with my knee just so her scent would increase for me. The citrus-leather scent went through the roof, and it became a struggle to focus. I really needed her to let me mark her so I could focus again on something other than her smell.

“One of our scouts secured a fresh catch. A rogue fae from the northern wilds. She just turned 18. Fierce little thing. She’ll make an interesting first round.” Laughter circled the table like smoke. “First round of what?” I asked, already knowing. Carlton turned toward me with that smile again. “Of the Hunt, of course.” My jaw clenched. The Hunt. A sport where men chased down supernaturals, unarmed, drugged, terrified, for fun. If the prey survived the night, they were sold into secret trades. If not, well… there was always someone to clean up the blood. I forced myself to stay still. Play along. Think of Ava.

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.