The Hunted One Novels & Stories

Lukas was done when two people spoke “ I don't agree with her being our Luna” they said in unison “ What your reason” I can see he is trying to control his anger “She’s human.” They spoke in unison and people began t o murmur. “She’s a hunter.” “She’s weak.”

"Only a hybrid can wipe out scent marks like these. And only a hybrid can defeat a full-blooded Alpha in his own house without a peep being let out." I clenched my hands. The image of Elinda's foster father, the soft-spoken man who once offered me tea and inquired if I truly loved his daughter, flashed in front of me. He did not deserve this. Not like this. Killian's voice dropped lower. "Hybrids don't kill randomly. They stalk. They watch. And then they hunt their prey down. You understand what this implies, Alexis." "I do." I gazed at the shattered walls that hemmed me in, and something shifted within.

Then, a small smile curved around the corner of her thin lips. **** Getting to his room, Nathan Peyton tears off all the clothes stuck to his muscular body like a stubborn leech, revealing good tone muscles and killer abs. When the clothes were finally off his luscious, alluring, and muscular skin. Nathan Peyton walked toward the mirror in the middle of his room and stood before it. The mirror was human-sized and he could see his full height being captured by the size of the mirror as he stood in front of it. Nathan Peyton, who was known as the untamed devil in the other world was the devil's son. The mention of his name alone was a sign of fear and an emblem of pain in the heart of the peop

I track the large male deer about a mile away from the house near the river that feeds the lake. “Nice,” Hanzo links, looking at me and I nod slowly moving in the opposite direction of Hanzo to trap the deer if it bolts. “Ready?” Hanzo questions once we’re both in position giving him a clear line to the neck. I nod lowering myself ready to sprint as Hanzo launches himself onto the deer knocking it down, his teeth instantly going into the animal’s neck. I immediately jump grabbing at the back legs hobbling the kicking deer. Chills run through me when I hear the crunching of bone from Hanzo’s grip.

He added as he seriously stared at us with his coal eyes. “Man, you’re so cheeky,” the browned-haired woman from before replied as she crossed her hands and legs. Another man just beside Black-haired, repulsively spat, “Two versus five? You serious?” He sneered, “Well, that’s better than one versus five though.” This guy is wearing a black hood, failing me to take a glimpse of his exteriors. He’s also wearing some leather hunting boots, concluding that he’s indeed a primitive hunter. Another guy standing beside Black-haired possessed the biggest build among the four and is also the quietest one. An ax in his hand and a horned armor on his head. His skin was leathered, sun-bitten.

So many elements had gone in his favor in this battle. “Something feels off,” Hildegarde suddenly stated, her expression tense. “Mane! Watch out!” she screamed. But it was too late *Puchi* Mane’s eyes travelled downwards and stopped at his chest. Lodged in his pectoral region was a long, thin rod that was pitch black in color. The rod was as narrow as a finger yet as long as a standing broom. It was stuck in his chest and lodged into the ground below him, his blood pouring out from that opening and staining the ground – and the rod. Mane felt his vision growing blurry. Yet his eyes tried to find the one responsible for his injury. In his state he was defenseless even against an Animal Hunter

I watched for a moment before walking toward my door. As I was shutting it, I heard Elena whisper, “Go get your man, Auntie.” I shook my head. That girl was a disaster walking, and I absolutely adored the organized chaos that was Elena. I quietly crept down the stairs before slipping out the back door and into the forest. I stopped beneath his tree, looking up, scanning the tree for him but not finding him. “I know you’re here, ‘Sprey. I can feel you.” He sighed as he swung himself down out of the tree. “Hey, Scarlett. I was just leaving. I was hunting a squirrel. They’re fast and good to hunt to keep myself fresh and-”

We all got out of the cars and Ryan grabbed my hand and we walked towards the bouncer who was keeping a lot of people outside waiting before they got into the club. He was one of us though. And he definitely knew Ryan, so he let us all go through straight away. We went inside and saw a lot of werewolves inside. We didn’t know who they were, so they were from different packs, but they were definitely werewolves. Now we just had to make sure that no fights broke out between different packs. That was always a problem in these sorts of places. We went straight up to the bar and Ryan ordered his drink and ordered my usual. A shot of tequila chased down by a rum and coke.

Victor’s POV Harrison Hunt could not stop staring. The creature lying on the floor of the hallway was a wolf. There was no denying the reality of it. Its silver gray fur shone under the bright chandelier lights. The wolf looked weak, and helpless. But Harrison could not forget what wolves meant to him. For years, he had hated them with a passion. He blamed them for taking his wife away. He had promised himself that if he ever saw a wolf again, he would shoot it without hesitating.

I can feel blood trickle down from my head and conclude this must be what happens after the trunk opens in my first vision. I concentrate to slow my breathing so I don’t panic. Everything seems to darken suddenly, but I can still hear the busyness of the city. The trunk flies open and I see a man with a tattoo of a cross through a crescent moon, letting me know he’s a hunter. He easily picks me up and throws me over his shoulder. “Stop squirming mutt.”