The Hunted One Novels & Stories

"What's up, pretty boy? Get some new intel for me to dig into?" "Got you a Goddamn buffet. It turns out the hunters are in the city. They're trying to get a new drug out into the market to help make tracking werewolves down easier. My guess is they laced it with silver or a form of wolfsbane to really fuck with us." Lincoln let out a low whistle. "Those dirty bastards." "That's not all the kid said. There were three head guys getting recruits. They're not only on to me but one of them had a daughter in the police force."

"The man my parents arranged the marriage with." "Did they shoot Maxton?" she inquired, concerned. "No," I said, shaking my head. “Maxton Alarcon is the one who shot that man.” Realisation dawned on Lizzy's face as she grasped what I was telling her. The man I'm about to marry in a few days shot a man without hesitation or regret. A killer. Am I going to marry a murderer? It was replaying in my head over and over.

She said and then looked at Oscar. "There is another hunter out there; he seems to have the same vision as Giles and John Hunter. He is not working with them, but he is trying to make it seem like the attacks are from Giles. Our community isn't as large as it once was. If this hunter is allowed, he will wipe us out. Unlike the Hunters that had ties to the supernatural community, this one has no ties anywhere." She warned Oscar. "Do you know his name?" Oscar asked her, and she shook her head.

To ensure I had full control of everything. I watched from the camera feeds as Sienna drove exceedingly fast to get to Tomás. I had to hand it to her; she may actually get to the kid on time. I didn't care either way, as by the time Hunter arrived, he would see exactly what I wanted him to see. He would see Sienna with Tomás in a compromising position as Tomás' machines indicated that Tomás was about to die. Hunter wasn't medically trained and didn't know the science behind what I was doing. All he would see is Sienna attempting to kill his only brother.

I don’t think they have seen me yet so I creep around behind them using my hybrid speed I start snapping necks and throw them into the paddock one by one but the more I kill the more I start to crave their blood. I can hear the blood pumping through their veins. Zane manages to get Uhtred out of the car and tries to pry off the silver chains binding Uhtred’s hands and legs together. I hear a gunshot go off and hear a loud scream of pain coming from Zane as his body drops to the ground next to Uhtred. “No.” I say out loud then the remaining six hunters turn to open fire on me. I dodge their bullets taking down a couple of them as I try to get to Uhtred and Zane, then I hear Uhtred scream out

After dropping Aurora and Draken into their pack's territory, Hunter along with his men went to check out Alonso's men's hideout which Silvia told him about. As soon as Hunter barged in he was met with a couple of burly men that reek of night Walker pack. He motioned his men to attack and within seconds there were snarls and growls echoing around. Hunter prowled like a king towards the man who was trying to escape from the back. Hunter caught him before he could escape. None of them were as powerful as him. He did beat up that guy but enough to make him immobile and not enough to kill him.

A video played—grainy, taken by a security camera in a distant city. A woman, dressed in black, walked through a crowded marketplace. She didn’t rush. Didn’t hide. Didn’t even pretend to blend in. She moved like someone who feared nothing. Her eyes, hidden behind dark glasses, never lowered. People parted around her instinctively—like animals sensing a predator. Lena whispered, “Is that her?” Cassandra nodded. “Sable recorded two days ago. She’s not running anymore. She’s hunting.” Alexander took a slow breath. His voice was deadly calm.

The Hunt was a farce. Kaelen rode at the head of the main party, a picture of regal leadership, but his heart wasn’t in it. He was going through the motions, a puppet on a string, his mind a million miles away, in a small, herb-scented linen closet.

"Teach me to fight." "No," he responds curtly, resuming his relentless assault on the hapless dummy. Each blow reverberates with strength, sending gusts of wind that tousle Hailey's hair. She is in awe of the power in his arms and legs; if she had even half of that, the Hunt wouldn't intimidate her. The Wild Hunt isn't inherently dangerous or unpredictable. A rogue prey is released into the forest, and the first person to shoot an arrow through him emerges victorious. Typically, this occurs within the first hour. What truly makes the Hunt unpredictable are the surprises that have accompanied each one thus far. Perhaps a pack of coyotes will be unleashed, or deadly traps will be laid out acro

I shook my head as this wasn’t making any sense. “The kills, they weren’t all vampires. Most of them were other hunters. I think this one is on the run from his own. But the fact he’s gotten this deep into the territory has Ductus Toño on edge, sending his men looking for him.” Diana explained. A hunter being hunted by his own? Well, shit, what could he have done to cross his people? Mistake one of a supernatural creature? It’s still not adding up. And honestly, beyond adding avoid the hunter to my list, I don’t see a reason to care.