The Last Hunt Novels & Stories

I shifted. The change was fluid now, less of a struggle and more of a release. My senses sharpened, the world turned into a map of scents and vibrations. I caught the trail of a rabbit nearby and followed it through the underbrush. The hunt was quick and clinical. When it was over, I carried the kill back to the cabin, shifting back into my human skin before I reached the door.

I could put up with everything else, but that watch was different. It was a birthday gift from my late older brother, Norman, who had spent almost six months saving up for it. Two years ago, he was killed during an undercover mission. They never even found his remains. That watch was all I had left to remember him by. Samson was already so unfair. Meanwhile, I was exhausted, and I didn't even want to fight about this anymore. When I thought about my decision to leave soon, I felt strangely at peace.

Tyler’s POV: The hunt was going better than expected. The forest, shrouded in twilight, was eerily silent except for the occasional crackle of leaves beneath our boots and the distant rustle of branches overhead. We had already taken down several animals, their lifeless forms marking a trail deeper into the woods. Yet, there was an unsettling weight in the air, an offbeat silence that I couldn’t ignore. My brothers and I moved in sync, our senses sharp, scanning for our next target.

“Only when he needs to be,” “Then tell me, why hasn't he ended that tradition of yours, the one where he found you? That thing you talked about where they hunt you girls down,” Did he hear that? How had he not been caught for this long? This was beyond weird, he should've been noticed. “The Hunt,” I said. He nodded and pointed. “That’s the one. Guess you don't mind that your sister will be participating,” I gritted my teeth. “She won’t,”

However, the more I dwell on it, I know there's only one real question I need the answer to. "How is he?" I ask. "I'm not sure. We lost contact with him after he arrived back in Colombia. It seems your guess was right. Silvio had been drugging Tomás. One of the doctors from the hospital informed me that Hunter held the team responsible for keeping Tomás in a coma hostage. He killed many, if not all, of them in pursuit of a cure. Once he found a doctor willing to help him, he removed Tomás from the care of the hospital, and no one knows what's happened since. Hunter hasn't responded to any of us; it's almost as though he's cutting himself off from everyone. Almost as if..." Ash begins, only t

Hello faithful readers. How do you do? I have been incognito for a while due to some hardware issues with my computer but I have found a way around that thanks to God. I am sorry for letting you all down and hope that wouldn't happen again. Now that I have that out of the way, there is an announcement to make. I am here to inform you that Book 1 of Hunters: The Prequel - Hunter Hunted - is over. And Book 2 begins today!

The event of the past few days came as a shock to the young girls and still couldn't bring themselves to believe that what happened that day was actually true. It was indeed too hard to believe that such a thing could happen to the alpha and luna of a noble pack like that. Both the master and lady Elizabeth were killed in cold blood and the two girls were seized and kept captive in the dungeon. Who would have thought that master Nicholas and lady Elizabeth would be such tragic ends? They were too good for words and their actions were the best part of their existence. Despite being the alpha king of a great pack, Master Nicholas and his wife, Lady Elizabeth chose to live a simple and easy li

The chairman offered and Will cleared his throat. “The situation on the ground has turned dire, many hunters have gone into hiding amongst human communities making it impossible to seek them out without alerting human authorities and exposing ourselves. The attacks executed this morning were planned swiftly and strategically and I fear there’s something we are missing.” Will shook his head, clenching his jaw.

Now he was my only support who could show me the light out of this hideous place. "W-w-who are you?" I stuttered, looking at him. "I'm the last person alive in this place, Anderson Parkmerg. Except for me, she killed all of them in her heart-wrenching game." With that clever glance, he smirked at me and asked. "Aren't you curious to know about this place?" I stayed quiet, but he started telling the story with a grin.

“You act like a beast in heat. We will act, but a plan needs to be set in motion. I don’t want any mistakes like what happened to our last hunt.” Hearing the admonishment of their captain, the other eight lowered their heads in humiliation. They have been hunting around this small border town in the past ten years, but their prey actually escaped on the hunt two months ago, and they could not find their traces around the town and the forest next to it, which caused them to fail for the first time in ten years.