The Hunted One Novels & Stories

My retaliation was a public humiliation in front of the entire university that Gary could not simply ignore. The game of humiliation he had carefully planned had turned into a public judgment of him and his lackeys. It broke the last of his restraint and made him go mad. He dropped the civility and stopped testing the waters. That night, the app posted an unprecedented "Ultimate Hunting" Quest. The title was crimson red. [Ultimate Hunting Quest. Capture Sinead alive and take her to the abandoned classroom building in the north.]

I pulled it from its holster and clicked the safety off with my thumb. Then I stepped through the gap in the fence and disappeared into the darkness beneath the ramp. I waited until the winch motor whined, pulling the cables taut. The steel crate rose a few inches off the flatbed, swaying slightly in the damp night air. The two workers at the rear were focused entirely on guiding the load, their backs turned completely toward the shadow beneath the ramp. I stepped out from under the deck, keeping my boots silent. I reached the first guard before he even sensed me. The butt of my sidearm crashed into the base of his skull, and his knees buckled instantly. He hit the ground without a sound.

Hunter is wearing a white T-shirt with a deep V collar, and she is in a white lacy dress. There are fireworks in the backdrop. It is night. I figure it is New Year's Eve. The only thing familiar about Hunter is his gold and black Bulgari watch which is the same one he was wearing the night we met at the pub. And his smile is the most passionate, even though he is looking directly at the camera. I take the photo and the brush and sit down on the big bed. While combing my hair, I stare at the two people in the picture. I wonder why she left Hunter. They look so good together. They look happy and wonderful. That makes a lump in my throat.

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

“Are they really going to just let me fall back?” That's actually... cause me a sigh of relief. I'm tired by the eyes that following my every steps! Then there's Grandma I notice anxious and been in contact with the messengers lady. And everyone of them is given grandma a jade, however it only cause Grandma to deeply anxious. Then her expression greatly change, she said in certainty, “It must be those horrible species! The Lycan kidnapped the future of the huntress!” “Future... of the huntress?” I curiously eyed everyone that suddenly voice out their wanting to wipe out the species they despise.

Hunter has seen what he had always wanted to see, a werewolf and now he is going to die. "Run". That was all Hunter could think of. He ran as never before with the mighty dog following behind him. Hunter kept running for his life as he was pursued relentlessly by a huge dog. Hunter came to a halt when an arrow was fired his way, he didn't see who fired the arrow but it gave him a note when he caught the arrow. An arrow was also fired at Damian's leg, he bellowed as he crunched his feet. He transformed back into a human and jabbed the arrow out of his leg. To the arrow was a note just like the hunter's own. They both stopped to open the letter, Damian for a second forgot he was chasing Hunter

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.

It was just after 3am in the morning when Hunter arrived at the address which Adrian had sent to him a few days ago. He had come prepared with a crowbar, gun, and sharp knife, leaving no room for errors. The house was on the outskirts of New-York city, hidden behind tall hedges. Hunter stepped out of his car and quietly made his way up the driveway. He tampered with the security camera that was outside and switched it off before he unlocked the closed door with a crowbar and opened it quietly, not wanting to wake up his opponent.

"I should ask you the same question, Hunter Abraham. What's your attitude? Your family? And also your flock all this time against us–the human race? You guys have taken over almost 2/3 of the world and made humanity almost extinct." Hunter really didn't want to argue about it. They ride in silence. Hunter focused on the road before him until they arrived at Abraham's super luxurious and magnificent residence. When Hunter parked the car, he realized that Jonea had fallen asleep. The young man rushed for fear that Jonea was in a critical state. Hunter carried Jonea on his back. He rushed to the house and was greeted by two maids. They were both so surprised to see Hunter's clothes full of bloo

Hunt not knowing that was his later time of seeing the old man. Mr. Hunt brought out a silencer from beneath his reading table. He pulled the trigger.