The Hunted Novels & Stories

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.

Trent's voice carried a hint of concern as he shared the news. "Hunter encountered a school of whites and other dangerous creatures in a frenzy. He's currently pinned down, waiting for an opportunity to find a safer path," Trent informed them, his voice laced with a mixture of urgency and caution. Joe couldn't help but be amazed by Trent's connection with Hunter, their scout who was venturing ahead of them. It was as if they shared a telepathic link, allowing them to communicate even at a distance. Tritan's curiosity mirrored Joe's, prompting him to seek clarification.

Away they went. Three hours had elapsed, yet the tournament raged on. The Red Moon pack held its lead, though the Dark of the Gods pack was a close second. In the third game, referred to as the hunt, both teams would venture into the woods together with ropes for hiding and seeking. The hunt begins with a gunshot once they've found their hiding place. Whoever gets tired will lose, and the winner will have to bring the loser to the front to see everyone in the crowd. When it was Dawn turn, she wasted no time finding a place to hide. Her familiarity with the area allowed her to pinpoint the best hiding places. What excited her most about the hunting game was competing against Malachi, her best

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?”

TW-RAPE (not a scene just a mention) “The Black Hunter strikes us once yet again leaving a gruesome mess in the house of the murdered. Despite being a messy murderer, not a trace of DNA can be found. Careful. Whoever he is, what does he want and why has he targeted these specific targets?”

I just hoped he was safe. "Cassandra, run!" Achilles shouted, kicking the leader of Vincenzo's men down, while protecting me like a shield. Killing a man who held him back, Ron rushed to me with his shirt soaked with others' blood and grabbed my hand. "Let's go!" And I didn't wait a second. I ran as both my and baby's lives depended on it. My hand clutched my stomach tight.

“Horrified at my thoughts but driven by my need, I ran into the woods. I saw an unsuspecting deer munching happily at some low leaves others had left behind. My body moved at a speed that brought back a hazy memory of a woman I had seen somewhere before. I had him by the throat before he could blink. “My hunger partially quenched, I began to realize the depth of my situation. I had heard campfire talk of creatures that roamed the night, immortals that survived on human blood. I raged in anger and ran further from the camp. I might not be able to reach Valhalla, but I would not deprive another soldier of his glory. I learned to sleep during the day, hidden away under fallen brush where

All of the hunters appeared to be in an absurd state of attire. The purpose of the hunt was to commemorate the anniversary of the vampires' victory over the human world with bloodshed. His hometown of Spokane, Washington, was one of the cities that hosted the hunt. Other cities' customs varied widely; for example, some cities openly slaughtered individuals in their city square, while others announced a public hunt in which any person found outside was fair game. Thirty different human beings were selected via a lottery mechanism and then taken from their homes. They were taken to the appointed arena, where they were let loose to be chased by the most elite vampires.

I'm a hunter or so I was told, it all began when I was 16, I went hiking with my family somehow I got lost in the woods I wandered around aimlessly until I met an injured lady, she had been poked, she was hurting a lot, she pleaded with me to help her pull it out, I was scared, worried but most of all I wanted to help her out I took hold of the edge and drove the stick in her, I killed her, I waited for an emotion , I wanted to be scared, to run, to call for help, to cry but nothing all I felt was content , I moved away from her body wandering further till I was found, The next day we all went home, away from the hiking grounds. I got home thinking of what I did. I killed someone and

Will heard the commotion before he was close enough to see and by the pungent scent of iron in the air, he knew he was running head-on into a bloodbath. The first sight that met his eyes was a hunter on the back of a brown wolf and a silver rope wrapped around its neck, by the looks of it, she was quickly losing consciousness. Will didn’t blink when he sprang from the ground and knocked the hunter off, the sound of bones shattering when his weight came down on the man only made him thirsty for blood.