The Hunted One Novels & Stories

A Rank 5 Evolved One said terrifyingly to Wayne Hunt. Wayne Hunt was the head of the Hunt family, and he was a Rank 8 Evolved One. At that moment, in the hall of the Hunt family, all the elders were flabbergasted. Despite cracking their heads thinking about it, they were dumbstruck by the arrival of such a being in River-Approaching Base City. "So, what should we do now, sir?" the Rank 5 Evolved One looked at Wayne and asked. Wayne fell silent for a few seconds before he said coldly, "We, the Hunt family, are one of the strongest families in River-Approaching Base City. If we retreat now, how are we going to stand up tall in River-Approaching Base City in the future?

He pulled Alina behind a concrete pillar and returned fire. Precise. Controlled. Deadly. One hunter dropped. Then another. Lena moved like a shadow. Fast. Efficient. Her blade flashed once— Twice— Two more bodies hit the ground. The last hunter turned— And froze. Because the Ghost was standing behind him. The rifle pressed lightly against his head. The hunter’s breath trembled. “Wait—” A single shot. Silence. Alina’s chest rose and fell rapidly. “This is insane.” Arun reloaded calmly.

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.

“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!]

For her and her Kingdome she had to kill. A drop of water dropped at her hands and it started raining washing away all the stains of blood from her face. Just then she heard a loud cry. “Ahhhhhhh.” Shama felt as if she knew the voice. It seemed like Ansh’s voice. Shama’s eyes went wide at the realisation. It’s been too much time since they were trapped in this room. The owner of haunted house was also with the assassins. “ANSH” Shama shouted as she heard his voice.

But I was too emotionally exhausted to say no to myself. What harm did I do to anyone else if I went hunting at night? None, that was the answer. With a quick nod I leaned down to yank off my shoes, then hopped up onto the desk and out of the window without a backwards glance. The wind was in my nose and my body was humming. It was time to forget about life and get lost in the hunt. Fuck boys. Fuck humiliation. And fuck Rig Landon.