The Hunted One Novels & Stories

The rest of the drive back to the mansion passed without a single word between us. ….. Once we got home, I took her hand and led her to my room. In one corner was a small study hidden behind a false wall. I guided her inside and stopped in front of my desk. “There’s something you need to see,” I said. I turned off the lights, leaving only the glow of my computer screen. The first video loaded. “Italy,” I said quietly as Hunter appeared on the screen. He looked younger then. His hair was longer, tied loosely at the back of his head and his eyes were still brown. He was standing over a man who was begging on his knees. Without a word, he pulled a knife from his belt and slashed the man's throa

Noa whispered, his fingers gripping the back of Alessio’s jacket. “I don’t stay low,” Alessio said flatly. “I hunt.” He rose fast, smooth, and animalistic. The next bullet grazed his sleeve. He didn’t flinch. He didn’t even breathe wrong. Two figures broke through the fog masked, armed, stupid. Alessio fired. One went down before he could scream. The other lunged, and Alessio met him halfway, the impact sending both crashing into the dirt.

"What about your husband that needs to be kept confidential? "My father asks. "By coincidence, he worked for Jonathan for a long time... And before him, for his father, Jon Maxwell. Hunter fled Turkey for being one of the children who were kidnapped a long time ago, and even though he was a witness to much of what happened, he is an accomplice. One of his parents is American, we don't know which one, but I think they are still alive, considering that Jonathan's men used this information for an ambush... Maybe Jonathan talks too much when he's arrested... You have to make sure you can avoid this.”

she whispered, “but you have to show me that you have control.” He was coming toward her. Stalking her. Seemingly uncaring now of the burns on his throat. “D-Damon?” He kept coming toward her. Hellen was afraid that “control” might not be part of his vocabulary anymore. ************** ***************** ******************* Footsteps thundered behind him. “Freeze, Hunt!” Freeze. The order was so familiar. So was the voice shouting it. Patrick. But Damon didn’t freeze. He kept stalking toward Hellen. She was the only thing that mattered to him.

Aurora. The sound of crunching snow under heavy boots echoed through the trees, and hunters slowly began to emerge from the trees. They encircled the beast, trapping it in. Two figures stepped forward and I recognised the both of them immediately. One was an officer, I don’t know his name, but I heard them call him the General. He was a regular at my lessons. He never participated, but he came to watch all the time. The General would stand there and shout orders and yell at the men, he was one of the higher ups in the organisation. The other man was a younger and stronger looking Hank, Zee’s father from the basement. What would he be doing out here with hunters. As the two men stood side by

"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."

Elise's pov: "Are you sure it's him?" Lizzy asked, handing me a water bottle. "Is it really the one who shot him?" she asked as she leaned forward. Still thinking about what happened back there, I nodded and sipped from the bottle. Lizzy, "Didn't you say he's a wealthy and rich person?" "But the guy who shot him doesn't look like that…" I showed her a picture of Maxton Alarcon on my phone as she was talking. She snatched my phone and zoomed in and out on his image, exclaiming, "It's really him." "Why did he shoot him?" she wondered.

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 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.