The Hunted Cast Novels & Stories

Therefore, Caroline walked toward the butler, Elaine, and asked in a soft voice, “What’s wrong?” “There was a car accident when Ms. Hunt was on her way home, Ms. Caroline. Her car was overturned and burned.” “What?” Caroline’s expression fell. Elaine quickly explained, “Ms. Hunt is unharmed. She left the house in Mr. Queen’s car. Her bodyguards had drunk alcohol, so our bodyguards were helping her to drive her cars back. “The car that was involved in the accident belonged to Ms. Hunt, but the victim who passed away was our bodyguard.”

So, the Power Keep for the Trelinin Protectors would be the treasure of a lifetime,’ Zen filled me in. Fuck. Shit. Damn. There was no doubt in my being when it came to my mad respect for Ziyah. Thirty-seven years being tortured and abused, accepting the punishments without fail just to protect her people’s legacy. “So, you know where Haleen is then?” he asked us after a minute of silence. Dante had his signature cocky smirk and threw his arm over the back of his mate’s chair. “Mhm. She very fucking beautifully interrogated one of the wolves that were working with the Darkies. Fucking hell, man. You should watch her next interrogation. Even Elle was thoroughly fucking impressed,” he said smug

Ramsy boasted. Delta Ramsy mustered little heed to Higgins' pitiful state as the spat to the soon to-be corpse in his wake. Hunters were members of the resistance, who were mostly humans that had their only goal to be liberating their people and domineering the greater mass of carnivorous beast that desired to usurp any attempts they made to establish a system like theirs or breed enough to try. Higgins' life was dangling on a thin thread, his hands laid across the two ends of the baracade by chains anchored to his wrists and a weakened resolve from that death that just insisted on taking its time before truly drawing the life out of him.

Once again, his plan doesn’t work as Hunter frees himself and kills everyone who had a hand in his torture. And now we hear that Jake’s whole pack was annihilated, my mother might be the witch that wants to kill Ren and Alex is somewhere in Colorado, either working with the enemy or being held as their prisoner. Oh god, I think I’m going to have a headache.

The way his eyes lock with mine I feel safe somehow, like he already knows what I am and that he will protect me. “It’s getting weird, we found her in a hunter’s pit fall covered in blood with no injury, she won’t speak.” The deputy explains, he eyes me with suspicion and distrust. I curl up a little uncomfortable under his gaze, glad the scrubs they gave me at the hospital completely cover me. “What are you going to do with her?” Hanzo gazes down at my messy red rat’s nest I call hair and my dirt splotched sink. It is almost as if he knows more than he is letting on.

He looked around to make sure the coast was clear and instead of going to the packhouse where the shelter was, or even the gym in the school where another shelter was, he took me towards the forest. I could hear where the fighting was happening and we were running in the opposite direction. We ran for about 10 minutes before we came to another hang out that we didn’t want our parents to know about. They were underground bunkers and we went inside but I was commanded to stay inside since there weren’t any doors on the bunkers. Ryan lit a gas lantern to give us a little light and all the crap from our last party was still here. Empty alcohol bottles, condom wrappers and a lot of other stuff th

His eyes shone crimson as he licked his blood strained lips. "This". He held the glass. Leaning back into Stephen’s chest sniffing his neck. It soothed him. Relaxed him. "Good one Callum . It’s a deer. You sure you want this"? Saint reconfirmed. Callum nodded a yes and the next moment they all gasped when Saint took all shots bottom up. "Yumm". They all laughed looking at him enjoying the treat. "Someone taking lessons. Wow. It’s not so you Stephen". Suddenly the door opened to Zol and they all were shocked.

Eyes cold as the ice. "I've seen bears throw wolves," the hunter said, looking at Sebastian. "Never seen a man do it." Harper aimed her rifle at him. "Who are you?" The hunter ignored the gun. He pulled a folded piece of paper from his pocket. It was a "Wanted" poster. [ SEBASTIAN STERLING. DEAD OR ALIVE. $100,000,000 ] "Name's Jack," the hunter spat tobacco juice into the snow. "And you folks are the most expensive game I've ever tracked."

For her and her Kingdome she had to kill. A drop of water dropped at her hands and it started raining washing away all the stains of blood from her face. Just then she heard a loud cry. “Ahhhhhhh.” Shama felt as if she knew the voice. It seemed like Ansh’s voice. Shama’s eyes went wide at the realisation. It’s been too much time since they were trapped in this room. The owner of haunted house was also with the assassins. “ANSH” Shama shouted as she heard his voice.

𝙈𝙤𝙨𝙩 𝙜𝙤𝙙𝙨 𝙩𝙝𝙧𝙤𝙬 𝙙𝙞𝙘𝙚, 𝙗𝙪𝙩 𝙁𝙖𝙩𝙚 𝙥𝙡𝙖𝙮𝙨 𝙘𝙝𝙚𝙨𝙨, 𝙖𝙣𝙙 𝙮𝙤𝙪 𝙙𝙤𝙣'𝙩 𝙛𝙞𝙣𝙙 𝙤𝙪𝙩 𝙩𝙞𝙡 𝙩𝙤𝙤 𝙡𝙖𝙩𝙚 𝙩𝙝𝙖𝙩 𝙝𝙚'𝙨 𝙗𝙚𝙚𝙣 𝙥𝙡𝙖𝙮𝙞𝙣𝙜 𝙬𝙞𝙩𝙝 𝙩 𝙬𝙤 𝙦𝙪𝙚𝙚𝙣𝙨 𝙖𝙡𝙡 𝙖𝙡𝙤𝙣𝙜. – 𝙏𝙚𝙧𝙧𝙮 𝙋𝙧𝙖𝙩𝙘𝙝𝙚𝙩𝙩. The hunt night was exhilarating for her as she finally had peacefully killed her prey, hearing his sobs, his cries, threats and pleads even. Begging for his corrupt life and even trying to bribe his way out but nothing would've satisfied Maya except for the death of someone who sucked the blood of innocents.