The Hunted One 소설 & 이야기

“But now… now you’re the only one standing between the truth and the people who would rather bury it with every last member of your family.” He cocks the gun. My pulse stops. My breath freezes. And for the first time in my life… I understand exactly what it means to be hunted.

He is – “The nail in your coffin,” the man says and pulls the trigger, blasting Zion’s once-loyal follower to smithereens. Alec Winters, the Hunter. He is a legend among all packs for never having lost a fight with an incubus or succubus before. Is he here for Alisa? He stretches out his hand and I decide to take it, allowing him to pull me up. If he’s not against me, then I can assume that he is with me.

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

They stopped before me, the engines coming off one after the other. Henrique Crimson Sparrow took off his helmet, his short strawberry blonde visible under the full moon's light. He had a scar running down his chin. He smiled, stepping off his bike. “You nuts have a death wish, Xavier? Coming here alone?” I smiled back, a cold smile devoid of any humor. “Who says I’m alone?” Henrique Crimson Sparrow looked confused, and looked around the space. Henrique followed my movements with his eyes. Then, the forest came to life.

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