The Hunting Party Novels & Stories

Instead, he charged into the woods, screaming for his pack to follow him. It was time for hunting. *** "Do you know how embarrassing it was for you to just walk away from me like that, Landon? What were you thinking?" Sylvie shouted. Her piercing voice made him flinch, and he caught several people looking over at them. Perfect. The hunt had been epic. They all hunted together, and the scent of roasted deer filled the air. Even Scarlett was joining in on the fun. He could see her catch a rabbit and strut back to the yard, beaming with pride.

Every time one group was wiped out, another quickly took their place. On my way to find Victor, I crossed paths with a group of new players trying to escape. They had just wandered into one of the tree spirit's core zones. You could practically call it its armpit. They had barely escaped the crushing vines and looked half-dead when they stumbled out. The moment they realized I was a monster, they went for my throat. But when they saw that I was completely unharmed, thanks to my items, their expressions froze. "A monster with items? And they're SSS items?"

Christian explained the emergency protocols they'd developed since then—supply caches hidden throughout the territory, communication schedules using pack bonds, and designated check-in times. My head spun with information I'd never considered. Being Luna wasn't just emotional support and blessing ceremonies. It was logistics and planning and contingencies for worst-case scenarios. Christian's hand found mine under the table. “Breathe.” “I'm breathing.” “You're panicking.” “Also breathing while panicking. Multitasking.” He smiled, squeezing my fingers. “You're doing great.” The first hunting party returned at sunset, Marcus leading them through the warehouse delivery entrance. Three deer and

Tia was now out, but he didn't know what exactly was going on. I rushed away from his side, wanted him to follow after me, and he did. The night was cold, the moon was bright, and the trees casted their shadows downwards as we ran around in the woods, looking for what to hunt. Since there was a timing on the hunt, we returned quite early with some spoils. The people turned back to their human form as well as ourselves, and the main party began. The music buzzed around, and the heap of wood was made to catch fire.

“But how do you know they’re here for us? What if they’re just passing through?” “It was a hunting party, Jax.” One or two Hunters in town could be passed off as a Hunter following a lead or passing through. A hunting party consisted of hundreds of them. They rolled into cities in the buses and vans and trucks to set up, usually under the guise of a ‘convention’ of some sort so the humans wouldn’t get suspicious. Then they started actively hunting. They didn’t stop until they felt they had obliterated every wolf. He looked back at Layla and knew she’d heard that conversation.

"Considerably better than something that sounds like a hunting party." He shifted his weight, his heavy leather coat creaking as he looked around the small circle. "Hunting parties bring dogs, axes, and expectations of blood. They put every village on edge before they even cross the county line. An order of reconciliation gives people permission to put down the stones they’ve been carrying."

Perhaps that’s one of the reasons they could not fight back because of the wolfsbane. I suddenly recognize some of their faces. They were the same people who attacked us during my birthday. They were called the “Hunters”. Hunters kill mercilessly using crossbows and swords. That’s what they do, especially for those in supernatural being all throughout Green Hills. “What should we do?” Kevin asked. “I don’t know. Where’s Porter?” I immediately asked when I haven’t noticed him beside us. His scent was still in the house. I looked back at the hole and found out Porter was on the ceiling secretly crawling.

His deflated dick was none too happy about the change of events in his hunt. The hunters were naturally separating into three groups, much like the prey. The front group took off quickly, they knew exactly what they wanted. They had found their mate in the days leading up to this hunt and were determined to bring back their mates today. If luck held out, they would be ready to mark their prize and carry them back to the castle before nightfall. What followed would be the inevitable days of sex and closing feasts before they took their mates home for their tribes to welcome.

She said, trying to remember the vague of memory, “I'm hunting-” “The hell misty!” “My lady should let me finish my words please?” She giggled, kinda amuse. “And what's wrong hunting if it's for the love of my life?” “How can hunting be related to love, Misty?” My mind spun to the idea, given a destructive results if relates the act to love. She shiver, and somehow a thing last night came to her mind. She murmured, “So if ever, I was hunt... for love?” Misty's eyes widened. “Are you being hunt, my lady?”

"Listen up! The target is on foot, heading north on Highway 9. He is staying close to the asphalt. We roll slow. Use the floodlights. Check every ditch, every culvert, and every patch of thick brush." "What if he went into the mountains?" one of the hunters asked. "He's dragging a human girl," Silas sneered. "They are cold, tired, and running out of options. They won't survive deep in the pines. They are sticking to the road. Let's flush them out." Heavy boots scrambled into the truck beds. Engines roared to life, blowing thick clouds of black exhaust into the freezing air. The hunting party rolled onto the dark highway, moving at a miserable ten miles per hou