The Hunted Novels & Stories

"Are you sure about that, leader Matilda? The hunter is tricky. She always changes her appearance, therefore, it's a bit hard to find her. I also heard from her victims that she use something to hide her real scent." Kasper looks at his mom and she just nods. Kasper's mother gave him a look to just follow her command. "My son is not the leader of the alpha pack for nothing. He just needs to observe the hunter and find out who's her informant because I guess that there is a spy here in our village... Don't let your guard down, my son. And if you found an opportunity, kill the hunter!" "Yes, mother," Kasper said and bow to her. "I will accompany the alpha leader." Every one of them look at Fli

The Hunter Organization. A mysterious entity that Mr. Aikens, Mane’s teacher back at the Wielder Academy, had refused to speak on. Although they had built and nurtured Wielder Academies all over the planet of Zandor, very little was known about those who were the true backbone of this institution. All that the commonfolk knew was that it was comprised of individuals called hunters who farmed and killed dangerous creatures and sold them to wealthy merchants for processing. There were rumours that they were also in charge of protecting the world, but when Zandor had been invaded, they disappeared. This made people realize that it was this was a baseless rumour.

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.

His thumb runs once over the healing skin. Something moves through me I don’t have a name for. Heat. Or the terrifying thing under the heat, the part that wants to stop being careful. But it’s a full moon tonight. I’ve heard the stories my whole life. How it makes wolves reckless. How it pulls them toward anyone close enough to answer it, mate or not. What if that’s all this is? What if tomorrow, under an ordinary sky, none of this fire is left, and we’re both just holding a bond that was never real?

In the right hands, they'd triple in value within a year. I closed my phone. A text from the lawyer: two more weeks. Everything was moving. The morning of the Hunting, I dressed in dark jeans and a plain black jacket. Practical. Warm. Nothing that would draw attention. The entire Pack streamed toward the hunting grounds — a vast stretch of old-growth forest that bordered Harrison's territory. Banners lined the path. The smell of roasting game and woodsmoke drifted from the preparation tents. Pups chased each other between the stalls while their parents shouted after them.

I mutter. The game going on now is the Night Hunt: The Marked Deer. A ceremonial hunt but symbolic. One marked deer usually a volunteer is released into a controlled forest. Hunters compete individually. If the deer survives after three hours without being found by anyone then no one wins. It’ll be a tie. “Oh look there’s Anna, doing everything in her power not to lose.” Sofia says, sarcasm in her voice. I forgot she doesn’t just hate me she hates me and my friends. Especially Anna because Anna was the one who encouraged me the most to cause chaos for Sofia.

“The Council is concerned. Unauthorized interference during a sanctioned Hunt is a problem. Unregistered chemicals. Four prey removed from the forest under your authority.” “Prey?” I repeated. Scott looked at me. “You know what the Hunt is.” “No,” I answered quickly. “I know what I was *told* it was.” I stepped closer to the table. “People were dragged into that forest.” “That's how the Hunt works,” Scott replied. “Not like that.” “You weren't there,” he snapped. “Neither were you.” Silence fell over the room. I turned to Darren. “You’ve seen this compound before? Where?”

Willow added. The intercom crackled. "Welcome to The Crimson Hunt! Our most challenging world yet! Specially designed for our favorite troublemakers!" The cheerful voice took on a darker edge. "The Hunters have been tracking deadies for millennia. They've never failed. You'll be their first failure... or their next meal. Either way, it'll be entertaining! Now RUN!" The bus doors exploded outward. We were thrown into the darkness, hitting wet ground that smelled like blood and decay. I scrambled to my feet. The bus was already gone, disappeared into the fog. Around us, the red eyes were moving. Getting closer.

A brilliant, burning red light erupted over the village, a beacon for every hunter within fifty miles. "He signaled them," Elara roared, her knuckles turning a bloodless white as she wrenched the wheel. "The hunt is on, little wolf," Abram said, his voice dropping into that low, dangerous purr even as his body failed him. He pulled the hammer back on his revolver. "Let's see if they can spend that billion in hell." The black SUVs surged forward, the sound of their high-performance engines drowning out the wind. The first spray of machine-gun fire shattered the truck’s rear window, showering them in a wave of glass.

Tyler’s POV: The hunt was going better than expected. The forest, shrouded in twilight, was eerily silent except for the occasional crackle of leaves beneath our boots and the distant rustle of branches overhead. We had already taken down several animals, their lifeless forms marking a trail deeper into the woods. Yet, there was an unsettling weight in the air, an offbeat silence that I couldn’t ignore. My brothers and I moved in sync, our senses sharp, scanning for our next target.