The Hunting Party Novels & Stories

At the center of it all stood Kaelen already mounted on a black stallion that looked as dangerous as its rider. He saw me and said. "You ride with me." No explanation. No choice. He reached down and pulled me up behind him with easy strength. I had no choice but to wrap my arms around his waist and press close to keep from sliding off. His body was warm and solid and I tried not to think about how it felt to be this near to him. The hunting party moved out through the main gates and into the forest beyond. This was different from the Blood Hunt grounds. These woods were older and deeper and the trees grew so thick overhead that the morning sun barely penetrate

Aldric sneered. Before he could reply, Ethan appeared beside him, wrapping his arm around his shoulders. “Yes. I am his partner. And we are going to take the win.” Gideon shot him a glare, but Ethan only smirked. The crowd fell into utter silence before murmurs erupted all around us. I bet they were all curious to see who would win this year. Everyone chose their desired rifles afterwards, and the hunt began. Mila and I lunged into the woods with our weapons, weaving between the trees, our senses alert, looking for the Cape buffalo.

odd. “They’re not joining us this morning,” Nicholas said, his voice cutting through my thoughts as if he’d read my mind. “Why not?” I asked, my brow furrowing. “They’re preparing for the pack hunt today,” he explained, setting his cup down. “Pack hunt?” I echoed, my curiosity deepening. “It’s an annual tradition,” he began, his tone carrying a hint of reverence. “Selected members of the Moonsdale Pack gather to hunt in the forest. They’ll bring back a thousand animals, which will be used to prepare the Moonsdale Feast tonight.”

I can't wait for it, its gonna be fun", Carleigh shot me a sidelong look. I ignored her, focusing instead on the warmth of the pendant and the lingering sensation of Mackline’s touch on my skin. My thighs still felt a little shaky, but I kept my posture straight and my expression neutral. “This evening’s hunt will be a full pack run. No threats, no borders to patrol, just us. We’ll head deep into the southern woods at dusk, track the big herds of elk and deer that moved in last week, and let loose.” Raymond continued, voice filled with anticipation. “We run as wolves tonight. Feel the wind, chase the prey together, hunt like we were meant to. It’s been too long since we had a proper pack hun

She was so fucking gorgeous; my cock kept twitching at the mere sight of her. By the time evening approached, the sun was beginning its descent toward the horizon. The men started gathering outside, pulling on hunting vests and checking their rifles. I watched our father move to the center of the patio, clapping his hands for attention. “Gentlemen,” he called out. “Time to uphold another Sterling tradition: the hunt.” The men responded with enthusiasm, heading toward the weapons rack to check rifles and load arrows into quivers. Brandon caught my eye across the patio and nodded once.

The “catch-them-in-the-act” showdown happened in the business suite in Baycrest Hill. From my phone’s surveillance feed, I watched a shocking scene: a chubby woman punching a skinny woman. The skinny woman was Yvonne. Her piercing screams echoed through the hallway. The scene in River City was replayed. Yvonne’s fair skin turned red and swollen. Her hair fell messily around her shoulders. She looked embarrassed. “You homewrecker! How could you seduce my husband? You trash!”

{Dominic} Two days passed in the blink of an eye, and soon enough, it was the day of the hunt. The usual pre-wedding hunt was in full swing, with many wolves enjoying themselves and participating in the grand hunt. But mine wasn’t so easy, or fun. I stood at the borders of a forest with a dozen Elders staring straight at me, cloaked in their ceremonial robes and smelling like old wolf musk. This obviously wasn’t your normal hunt. It wasn’t the kind where younger wolves would sprint through pine groves chasing deer and howling for fun before leaping into rivers with their mates. No… this was The Hunt of the Hollow Woods.

“I can’t wait.” A horn sounded, the sound so loud it echoed off the mountains. The hunt had begun. Damon and I moved quickly into the forest together, fallen leaves and pine needles crunching beneath our feet. The morning sun barely penetrated the thick canopy, casting everything in a greenish twilight. Other hunters crashed through the underbrush around us, their eagerness making them careless. I heard a howl as one person lost control and shifted, and then a shout: “Disqualified! Return to the main grounds!”

I looked at him and then to the men coming at us, “Chief, They were with the wolf, and that thing.” “With? They were chasing it sure.” “Ho!” he called to the party. “The monster is off in the woods. We need to prepare a hunting party. Will you gentlemen be joining us?” The men came up short, eyes glaring at me. “Hunting you say?” “Aye! Will send word to the village and we will have a party shortly. the problem is it is dark, and the sun is up for only a few hours. We will be lucky to track it more than a few miles from the village this time of year.”

Zena's men had gathered in the dense forest, surrounded by towering trees and the sounds of nature. The late afternoon sun cast a warm, golden glow through the leaves as they prepared for their challenge. They were determined to hunt a deer using only their human forms and traditional hunting tools. And this was Pete's Idea. Bow in hand, arrows at the ready, they set out into the forest with their senses heightened and anticipation in the air. As they moved stealthily through the woods, their eyes keenly scanned the surroundings for any sign of deer. This was no typical hunting expedition; it was a test of their skill and discipline.