The Hunted Series Novels & Stories

He was scared and no one dared cross him. That sounded way too familiar to me. Maybe that's why I was being hunted relentlessly. Because Jackson had the same reputation. But I kept reading and that Alpha that she fell in love with was Josiah. He was known to wipe out entire villages at will if they stood in his way. He was being hunted by the Hunters when he saw Deirdre and knew that she was his.

“Hunter genes run in families, and when small isolated communities interbreed, the genes are expressed more often. Hunters’ frequency is increasing at an alarming rate.” “They can’t be exterminated.” I cringed at the thought I expressed. Of course, we couldn’t kill all the hunters. “No. They can’t, but they can be vaccinated in a sense. My colleagues are close to understanding how the hunter genes work, creating a serum that keeps those genes dormant. I believe we can turn them off permanently.” “Will this serum work on witches and shifters?” “No. The serum is specifically coded to the unique sequences of a hunter.” We were all quiet again, processing all of Dr. Sawyer’s revelations. “How am

Lena promised quietly, feeling the crushing weight of every life touched by the pack’s cruelty. ~”~ But danger shadowed every step. Pack hunters, loyal to Jeremy and the old order, tracked their movements relentlessly. A close call in a deserted parking garage left Lena’s team scattered, forcing her to adapt quickly as they became hunted rather than hunters. Back at the safe house, a tense urgency settled over their planning. Adam’s tech flashed warning signals - unusual surveillance patterns, intercepted messages hinting at pack retaliations. Yet every setback steeled Lena’s resolve. She was Sarah’s sister, and this was no longer just a hunt for truth but a fight to tear down a fortress bui

Hunt was still very much focused on the man that had called him Colin. "Colin?" He asked the man. The man, as if just realizing what he had said gave a sigh and leaned in on the table. "Mr. Hunt..." But Mr. Hunt had shot up from his chair, the back of his knees pushing the chair backwards, its wooden legs scraped against the tilled flooring of the room. At the same time, he had already pulled out a gun and was pointing it towards the man, aiming the Glock 19 Gen14 at his bald and shiny head.

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.

’’ "Have you not asked me enough questions already?’’ I shook my head. “You should have the killer by now. What's holding you back from doing your fucking job?’’ I walked in as he followed me behind. "Something new has come up. We have reason to believe that Jessie McCallister's murder is connected to franchise.’’ "Who?’’ "Not who, Mrs Olivia, but what.’’ He corrected, making me roll my eyes. "The Franchise is the biggest, most dangerous terrorist group in all of France. We have reason to believe that Jessie’s murderer is one of the top brass in the organization.’’ "I don't understand." I let out, wondering if this was a fucking joke.

"He's carrying royal blood, and he's weak. You grab a pregnant royal Omega, you don't just get a hostage—you get total leverage over the crown. You can blackmail King Madina for half a sector, or sell the kid to the highest bidder on the dark web. It's a goldmine. Half the bounty hunters between here and the core are scrubbing these docks right now, looking for anyone hiding a fresh scent patch." Cold sweat broke out across the back of my neck. Four hundred thousand credits. Criminal syndicates. Bounty hunters. I wasn't just hiding from my father's royal guards anymore. Every cutthroat, mercenary, and syndicate runner on this planet was actively looking for an Omega hiding behind a patch. If

Hello and Happy Summer to Everyone!! The sequel to "The Hunt" is called "The Dragon's Treasure" and it is being posted one chapter at a time on the web app here on Good Novel! (The first chapter will post this afternoon - June 14, 2022) You won't be able to find the book on the mobile version for a few months yet (it has to go through approval and I don't want to make it pay to read quite yet as I work through the story development and editing phases).

The vampire that killed Ethan blurted out but his calm expression was broken into one of fear. “You are the vampire that hunts vampires!” This realization forced him to immediately try and retreat but that was not possible because the only thing that left that position was his body, not his head. The difference in their ability was that vast as he had been decapitated before he even realized that he was without a head. “Vampire hunter? That’s vulgar. Please, call me Liam,” The man said to the head in his hand.

The beta said, neatly placing the daggers and blades on the table. "Hunters….." Evelyn muttered, the word rolling out of her tongue leaving a bitter taste. "Who's hunters?" Rain asked before flopping down on one of the chairs. "Hunters are humans or sometimes other supernatural beings like us, " Scarlett started, "Humans were the first ones known as hunters. They used to hunt us and other supernatural beings like us because they were afraid of our power but that changed long ago. Now, hunters include humans, vampires, and even werewolves. They're a group of people who kill and attack people when they are offered money for the job." Scarlett heaved a sigh. "Hunter attacks are surprising which