The Hunted Novels & Stories

Every step felt like walking on thin ice. Suddenly, a loud, static chime echoed through the entire sector. The massive holographic billboards hovering over the central plaza flickered from colorful advertisements to a bright, flashing red alert. High-frequency sirens began to blare from the watchtowers above. I stopped in my tracks, my heart slamming against my ribs as I looked up at the sky. My face was plastered across every floating screen in the lower city. SECTOR-WIDE MANHUNT: CROWN PRINCE THEODORE MISSING

The Hunt was a farce. Kaelen rode at the head of the main party, a picture of regal leadership, but his heart wasn’t in it. He was going through the motions, a puppet on a string, his mind a million miles away, in a small, herb-scented linen closet.

When we were kids, she used to get us into all kinds of trouble and I would always get blamed for it because once she flashed those big blue eyes, no one could accuse her of any wrongdoing. “To do it more often?” I laughed, thankful for the comic relief. Despite my bravado and earlier reassurances to Devon, I was still nervous. As he said, I did not like to kill animals. Werewolves were actually peaceful creatures and we didn’t hunt other animals asides from the Grant Hunt and the wolves who did it for sport. It wasn’t banned or anything so they were in their rights. It just wasn’t something I liked doing. For this reason, I was nervous. Plus, the Alpha’s arrogant son, Louis was participatin

That meant someone had made camp nearby. I crouched low, moving slow through the brush. The glow of a small fire flickered ahead, half-hidden by rocks and trees. Three figures sat close around it, their silhouettes shifting with the flames. Hunters. I could tell by their scent before I saw their weapons, guns laced with silver, traps coiled at their sides. And if they were this far north, they weren’t here by chance. They were looking for her. I stayed in the shadows, rain dripping down my face, pulse thundering in my ears. The leader a tall man with a scar running across his neck spoke low, his voice nearly drowned by the rain.

Connor POV Finally, a decent hunt. When word got out, pretty much all the hunters wanted to go, as we hadn't had the thrill of the chase in over a month. This is purely due to this stupid competition, which was basically decided from the start. Still, no one could have predicted the attacks on this territory. We start working online with Nightstalker to tracking credit cards transaction, CCTV footage, and getting info from other hunters our target might have run into. It takes less than an hour to find him at a five-star resort. How predictable. I load up my weapons and get ready for the hunt.

My pulse quickens as we draw nearer, the thrill of the hunt pulsing through every nerve. The chase begins. Roxy’s wolf bursts forward, her legs pumping, her heart racing with wild joy. I sprint beside her, proud and steady, my breath even and controlled. The elk scatter, startled, their hooves thudding against the soft earth. The bull charges with his antlers raised. He’s a magnificent beast–enormous and fierce. Hanna moves in, swift and precise, cutting off the elk’s path. Marek and Corwin close the circle, forcing the herd back toward us. Roxy leaps, agile and fast, weaving through the chaos. Her eyes are bright with the hunt’s fire.

He was scared and no one dared cross him. That sounded way too familiar to me. Maybe that's why I was being hunted relentlessly. Because Jackson had the same reputation. But I kept reading and that Alpha that she fell in love with was Josiah. He was known to wipe out entire villages at will if they stood in his way. He was being hunted by the Hunters when he saw Deirdre and knew that she was his.

She is beautiful and she is everything I've ever wanted. “My biggest regret 5 years ago was leaving you for that stupid bet. I was a coward and a stupid boy. Right now, I am a man and I refuse to be a coward again. If the only way to keep you safe until is to go into that tunnel and follow the killer, then I'm going to do it.’’ I opened the door and headed right in, leaving her standing there, calling out my name. I was met by the store packed with a few gardening equipment and some saddles for the horses.

...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.

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.’