The Hunting Party Book の小説・ストーリー

His companions were not far behind him and in the blink of an eye they were gone, leaving their drinks behind. Cathy threw her hands in the air. “Great! Now they have the rest of my money and I have half my orders.” “Teddy get Frank to get three trucks of our best wine and beers over here now.” Teddy went off to carry out his order while Theodore wiped his hands and with a smirk winked at Taylor who despite her boss’s obvious dislike of the man, blushed. Cathy rolled her eyes. The man was a charmer but she knew the truth about him. He was a dangerous Hunter who abducted and slit throats for a living. The kind of person she didn’t want around her.

His eyes slowly checked me out, causing sensations to bombard me. It felt like he was sizing me up and deciding whether I was worth the hunt. I should have looked away. I should have forfeited. But I couldn't. At least not when my body was screaming with need, for his attention. Instead, I turned and downed the rest of the drink in my hand before I stood. My feet carried me across the room before my brain could convince me otherwise. His gaze didn't leave me as I approached him, following every step I took.

Marcos said. “Thank you,” before I went out to the mansion. I saw the old truck parking in front. I sat in the passenger seat. In the mirror I saw Darius placing the trays of egg in the back of the truck before we go. We're silent on the trip until he breaks the silence when he asks me. “Do you want to join the Hunting Party?” I looked at him while my brow arched, “what hunting party?” “It’s a festival every year that everyone can join to this down, to the five days of festival their so-called hunting party which all of the members of the party will be gathered in the forest at night with weapons and everything. A hunting party is like hunting a wolf.”

Her steps froze as she reached the royal garden. The whole place was filled with blood. Dead bodies were seen everywhere. Many soldiers were fighting. Everyone was killing each other. In front of her, her servants head was beheaded by the other soldier. Wolves were attacking the palace. Their eyes were blue in colour. “Werewolf clan? But didn’t we agree to peace?” Shama thought anxiously. Shama couldn’t stand watching so much blood. She was trained for fighting but her mind wasn’t ready for this. Her eyes were filled with tears. She hated it.

"We hunt." ​

at the latest, but I stayed up too late last night finishing the final edits for my most recent video for my YouTube channel, Hunting for Midnight. Hunting for Midnight is a dream come true for me. The channel focuses on traveling the country where I document, interview people, search for, and record paranormal experiences and events. I investigate whether there is real paranormal activity occurring or if the disturbances are actually caused by natural events and circumstances. As of to date, I have yet to uncover single true evidence-based paranormal event. For the last four years I’ve spent investigating and documenting suspected paranormal events, there’s always logical and scientific evi

Below, the rest of the hunting party reach the clearing, completing the count at twelve warriors and hunters. They regroup under an ancient mangrove tree, its roots green with algae and home to countless inhabitants of the jungle. The pools of water, connected to the river by twisting tunnels below the earth, are pulsing with life. Creatures live and die, hunt and forage, innocent to the brewing chaos about to explode in this enduring jungle. Its elder trees have witnessed countless life cycles pass. “That war princess PiercingGaze will have welcomed her last outsiders after this hunt,” announces CopperTongue. The party raises an uproar of hisses and vibrating gargles, their tongues piercing

It was time to see what the hell was going on. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ I hope you have enjoyed chapter one of The Hunt for Knowledge. Newly mated Katalea and Dakari are about to go on an adventure that will take them to some unique places with some unique new friends. Of course, we won’t forget about Dalya and her troubles, and isn’t it about time we hear from Katalea’s Mom and Dad? Stay tuned!

My one choice would decide the fate of this island. I felt a strange feeling holding me and could hear the screams. It was a calling. Someone was begging me for help. Tugging at my hair, I peeked inside the book. In Pages, a lady seemed to be working on a design with her child wrapped against her back. The little one with shiny eyes was dreaming while holding her mom tightly. I could feel the warmth of her smile. Nerves get on me when I put my hand on the page. The light penetrated my body. Within moments, I felt a drastic change in my surroundings.

“Horrified at my thoughts but driven by my need, I ran into the woods. I saw an unsuspecting deer munching happily at some low leaves others had left behind. My body moved at a speed that brought back a hazy memory of a woman I had seen somewhere before. I had him by the throat before he could blink. “My hunger partially quenched, I began to realize the depth of my situation. I had heard campfire talk of creatures that roamed the night, immortals that survived on human blood. I raged in anger and ran further from the camp. I might not be able to reach Valhalla, but I would not deprive another soldier of his glory. I learned to sleep during the day, hidden away under fallen brush where