The Huntress And Her Love Prey Novels & Stories

A woman I’ve never seen rushes towards us, directing the herd of girls about her. “Keep her there,” she says, pointing to another table. Preston obeys immediately, slowly lowering me to the table she pointed. “We’ve managed to chase most of them away and capture some, but the others...” he trails off, his eyes going up to Killian. “She will take care of you. She’s the best healer there is.” Standing, he grazes my lips with his and bolts out of the door, Killian and Kris following. I turn to Hunter, who is already lying on his stomach on the table. Somewhere along the line, he had taken his shirt off, and now, with nothing to stanch the wounds, blood flows from his wide back into the wood, fi

“Split into two equal teams. We’re playing ‘Hunters and Prey.’ If the hunters capture every prey, they win. If the prey capture all the hunters, then they win.” The game began in the maze. I perched on a sturdy branch high above, watching them. From here, I had a great view point, but there were areas beyond my sight, I watched as the game started, a little smile tugged on my lips cause I know Kieran might get a fix trying to catch his special someone --- I heard a loud scream coming from the forest, the voice—it belonged to Selene. I leapt down from my perch and sprinted into the maze, meeting Kieran halfway. His face was twisted with panic.

I watched for a moment before walking toward my door. As I was shutting it, I heard Elena whisper, “Go get your man, Auntie.” I shook my head. That girl was a disaster walking, and I absolutely adored the organized chaos that was Elena. I quietly crept down the stairs before slipping out the back door and into the forest. I stopped beneath his tree, looking up, scanning the tree for him but not finding him. “I know you’re here, ‘Sprey. I can feel you.” He sighed as he swung himself down out of the tree. “Hey, Scarlett. I was just leaving. I was hunting a squirrel. They’re fast and good to hunt to keep myself fresh and-”

“I spotted a comely woman in our camp and wondered if she was from a nearby village. No woman ever ventured into warrior territory, and I knew her future would be vile if I didn’t intercede and remove her before the sex-starved warriors came across her. I went to her and explained the situation the best I could. She seemed to understand, for suddenly she took my hand and looked very afraid. There was a grove of trees nearby, thick with the summer leaves, and she gestured that way. I figured her town must be on the other side of the thicket of trees, and still holding her hand, we went quickly towards cover. “With speed I had never witnessed before, she turned my hand over and sank her t

Don’t even get her started on the ongoing bagel purchase. So between her and him, they clearly weren’t enemies. But did that make them friends? Allies? Maybe something… more? No. The bottom line was he was a duke and she was a huntress. The last time a pairing like this happened, the huntress ended up dead - not that Sush disagreed with the outcome - and the duke ended up angry, betrayed and heartbroken. There was no way he’d let it happen again. And there was no way she’d choose him over executing the plan she’d kept to herself for years.

she asked. "Well, I'm a captive here until he finds a solution to this mate problem, whatever it is," I explained, and she became confused. "He's trying to find a solution to this mate problem." "This is a problem!" she exclaimed, making me doubt if she even believed I was a huntress. "I'm a huntress, and he's a werewolf. We're meant to be enemies, and I also know that a werewolf can only be mated with a werewolf," I stated, and she looked at me in distaste.

he whispered, and I turned to look at him with tear-filled eyes. It was everything, all at once. I’d betrayed him, and in doing so I’d lost myself. Hunting had always meant that I’d gone home to him with innocent little lies, white lies, and I’d always managed to tell myself that they were honest, in their own way – not in truth, but in intention. But hunting was no longer what it had been to me, and I no longer felt like the same powerful huntress who could take a knife to the face and not think twice about it. The thunder roared outside, and instantly the room was lit with a flash of forked lightening. It crackled, purple and white, blooming across the sky like blood.

What a malevolent spell they conjured to ascertain my demise. A dry huff lifts from my lips as my shaky hands grip a strong branch while I laboriously hone my vision through this unnatural haze obstructing my sight to see the figure by the window. For the nights I’ve watched her, all that churned in my guts was a mouth-watering craving. The mere fascination of what this weak Hunter would taste like against my insatiable appetite. An edible and sumptuous prey I stumbled upon on my numerous reckless hunts in the vast wood that demarcates our territories.

“My pride wouldn’t have it. Besides, I would greatly enjoy killing him.” God, Liz hated this woman. “D—Damien won’t have you hurting me! If you… if you kill Ashton, I swear I’ll do whatever it takes to make sure you don’t live either. I’ll lie — I’ll say you—” “Oh, shut up.” The huntress scoffed, but she did withdraw her weapon. There was a high chance the hunter wouldn’t survive; he was still so young, probably not that skilled. “Fine. I won’t finish him off if you promise to behave.”

“HE’S A FUCKING PREDATOR! DO YOU UNDERSTAND WHAT THAT MEANS? HE EATS MEAT! HE HUNTS HIS PREY AND KILLS IT! DO YOU KNOW WHAT YOU ARE? YOU’RE MEAT AND PREY ALL WRAPPED UP WITH A PRETTY BOW! FOR CHRIST’S SAKE, NATASHA! DO YOU HAVE A DEATH WISH?” I jerked away from him. “THE ONLY CREATURES IN THESE WOODS WHO HUNT ME ARE YOU GUYS!,” I screamed hysterically. I turned around and took off towards home. I didn’t stop running until I reached my porch. I put my key in the lock and tried to turn it. It didn’t move. I frowned and pulled the key out. I double checked that I had the right key, before trying again. Still nothing. I knocked on the door and waited for my mother to answer the door. She hadn’t