The Hunted One Novels & Stories

The land started parting away, and hunters started falling inside it. "He is a supernatural hunter, a human with powers almost like a supernatural creature." "He has Alexander's sword." "Who is he?" "His face is covered with a mask." Those hunters were definitely not prepared for this. And the moment Caroline teleported with Ethlyn, Roselet, and Damian. Calvin got up on his paws, and all he could see was red, thinking of the state of Ethlyn, who ended up taking the bullet in her head to save him. Keanu threw his head back and let out an ear-piercing howl. He was raging as the only thing in his mind to destroy the whole clan of hunters. He joined his pack members and family members next in ri

As if knowing my attention was on him, he said silently, "This is the last time you lie to me." Swallowing, I shifted my gaze to the window. Moments dragged by before I rested my forehead on the pane, looking at the thick forests we drove past. Why did he even care anyway? I would have gotten even worse wounds from the torture he would've had his men inflict on me. Through the review mirror, I caught sight of the long line of cars behind us. The Hunt usually spanned a period of just two days. Two days of violently hunting down wild games. The Hunt was a largely anticipated event and I failed to see how something so dangerous could be looked forward to. And not to mention, they'd be killing i

Connor POV Finally, a decent hunt. When word got out, pretty much all the hunters wanted to go, as we hadn't had the thrill of the chase in over a month. This is purely due to this stupid competition, which was basically decided from the start. Still, no one could have predicted the attacks on this territory. We start working online with Nightstalker to tracking credit cards transaction, CCTV footage, and getting info from other hunters our target might have run into. It takes less than an hour to find him at a five-star resort. How predictable. I load up my weapons and get ready for the hunt.

I choke and gag kicking my legs until I feel the blackness start to take over. **************** Hunter I slam my brakes on in the middle of the village and jump out looking for any clue to where I'm supposed to go. We hear another roar and I snap my head in the direction and take off running with Orion beside me. We run up a field and come round the trees facing towards a hill. In the far distance I can see Diana's small frame suspending Bonnie off the ground by one arm. Bonnie's lifeless limbs dangle in the air. Another man is running towards them but as he gets close enough Diana shoots out her other arm and knocks him to the ground.

And underneath both, the scent that’s been living under my skin since I found her. Then I see her. She hasn’t washed or changed since this afternoon. Same clothes. Dirt still on her boots, like she ran part of the way. She’s walking toward the circle alone, and the sight of it steadies nothing. Something in my chest aches harder at that than the pull ever has. Her face gives nothing away. I can't tell if she's walking toward me, or toward whatever she's already decided has to happen tonight. Lorenzo lifts his hands. "Begin," he says. The chant starts before I'm ready for it.

says another. Three hunters. All Male. The hunters pass within twenty feet of my hiding spot. The oldest one carries silver-tipped arrows. Another has thermal goggles strapped over his eyes. The third, and youngest, is white knuckling a handgun like it’s a life raft. “Thought these things were supposed to be monsters,” the younger hunter mutters. “So far, all I've seen is a piss poor Tarzan cosplay.” “Don’t get cocky,” the older one snapped. “The small one already killed three men before they shot him with a tranq.”

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.

“The manhunt game right?” “Yeah. You have to participate or you'll get killed instantly. You have to participate but you get to be the prey of these so-called-hunters with guns, and you—the only thing you can do is run and hide to prolong your life. And if you survive, what's the price? No—no one can survive.” It's when he speaks longer when the realization comes to me that he has a raspy voice like a turntable. “There were actually three of us when it happened. The first one was killed, shot in the head. The second was also killed, but by the man they called 'Eagle Eye'.”

The one who kicked her said only one word, “Essam” She hurried inside and straight to his office, fixing her braids as she ran. One look at him and fear seeped through her entire body. He was smiling, not a natural look by any stretch, and the smile did not reach his dead eyes. She avoided those eyes, looking no higher than his mouth. He told her in fluent English, that she would be leaving that night with him, dress warm and be ready as soon as it was full dark. They were going into the neighboring town to hunt.

He couldn't even stand. Just when it looked like the ragdoll was going to beat him to death, it suddenly stopped and grabbed my hand. Then it used my fingers to lift the knife he had dropped and plunged it straight into his heart. The familiar system chime echoed. [Player Franklin Hanson has been eliminated.] My balance shot up by several hundred coins. My eyes sparkled. "Bunny, you're amazing! You even let me have the kill." The chat exploded. [Weren't these two supposed to be weak monsters? I left for a minute, and now they're so strong!]