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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.

I can see the panic flicker in Hazel's wide eyes as she desperately tries to stay silent, her body tense with fear. I notice the faint sound of footsteps and the distant echo of a hunter's voice, searching diligently for us. If we remain perfectly still and silent, there's a chance he might overlook our hiding spot. Hunters were one of the mysterious creatures that inhabited these woods. They were incredibly fast, their piercing red eyes glowing ominously in the dark, yet they possessed a human-like appearance that made them even more unsettling. Their faces were gaunt, with sharp fangs visible when they snarled, and claws that gleamed dangerously beneath the moonlight. Their skin was extrem

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.

“Only when he needs to be,” “Then tell me, why hasn't he ended that tradition of yours, the one where he found you? That thing you talked about where they hunt you girls down,” Did he hear that? How had he not been caught for this long? This was beyond weird, he should've been noticed. “The Hunt,” I said. He nodded and pointed. “That’s the one. Guess you don't mind that your sister will be participating,” I gritted my teeth. “She won’t,”

Slowly, dreading what I might see, I turned around. There, between the trees, two burning red eyes stared back at me – the same ones from yesterday. They seemed to burn through me, seeing straight into my soul. I blinked, and they were gone but the message was clear. I was being Hunted.​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​

"We have trained hard, and now it's time to put our skills to the test. The Hunt begins tonight." The crowd erupted into cheers, their howls and barks filling the air. I could feel the excitement building in my chest, the thrill of the hunt calling out to something deep within me. The Hunt was a tradition among the pack, a chance for them to test our skills and prove our worth. It was a grueling night-long challenge, with the pack searching for a particular prey deep in the woods. As the pack dispersed to prepare for the Hunt, I found myself drawn to the edge of the village. I could hear the sounds of the forest calling out to me, the rustling of leaves, and the muffled sounds of the pack me

I was engaged with a book about hunters which I got from William's old book collection. Hunters were half human and half supernatural. They looked like humans but has speed of werewolves. They can detect any werewolves near by. Their violet eyes starts glowing. Unlike other supernatural creatures hunters did not have other supernatural powers other than their speed that they can only use if their prey is near them.

His voice was guttural, he looked at me and spoke the words that sent chills through me, “Bride.” “Fuck that.” I yelled at him before I turned and ran. My team can come after him, I knew how possessive vampires were with their brides and I was a hunter for crying out loud. No way would he catch me. He followed, but I was faster. There was an advantage to being a Valkyrie, I sped up and sidestepped around people as I worked my way through the crowd heading for the exit hoping he didn’t have any other guards hidden in the busy establishment. The order could send another squad after this guy.

The Hunt is a monstrous event. "It takes place during a mating, the mating. Rogues, traitors-" Asils gaze flashes round the rest of us, "slaves-are hunted and killed." The human's eyes widen, "A mass execution?" Silence draws again but Asil nods. "They say you can survive, that if you outlive the day, freedom and restoration are given for the rogues, traitors, and even slaves. Status is returned," her gaze shifts off the human, shaking her head, "I think it is a myth. None ever survives. Not when the Alpha's hunt."

he muttered as he kissed my forehead and then turned around in his seat and started the Jeep up. "Humans?" "Them too, but the hunters mostly," Hunt said, glancing over at me. The worry in his eyes bothered me. "We have to be careful. Every winter they move further up into the mountains. Soon, we won't be able to run any longer." "We'll figure it out," I told him and then I leaned over this time and kissed his cheek. The smell of his aftershave filled my senses and I sagged against the warmth of his tweed overcoat as we drove back to the woods.