The Last Hunt Novels & Stories

[Hunter] Other than myself, my niece Olivia Grant is the last surviving member of my family. Everyone else is gone, my parents, my grandparents, my sister. I’ve been her sole caregiver for the last three years, ever since my sister Jane was murdered along with her DA husband and left on my doorstep as a warning.

Still confused about what he is saying because my dad has never discussed this with me before he died. “ I told your dad to discuss it with you but he always tells me it isn't time for you to know. Now he is gone you have to know your lineage. Like I said you are from the generation of hunters. Your lineage has always been the leaders of the Hunter's. Now your dad is dead, you are to take over from him. The mantle has been passed to you. Hunters are the ones who hunt werewolves.” I sobbed as tears trickled down my eyes. I couldn't hold it

When I became Alpha of Lonecrown, I wouldn’t be able to ignore those cries, with or without the bracelet. “Kendra has already warned you that whoever is killing the wolves might be able to track you, if you tune into them by mistake.” “It might not be a wolf. What if it is some glorified hunter that's chasing them?” “We have already discussed this son. It is unlikely that they are human, not at the rate they are killing wolves.” “Fine, but if something happens to them, I am holding you responsible!” Storming from the room, I go to look for mom. She was always the person that could make my father see more clearly and I was certain she would back me. Her daughters were the ones missing!

she stated. ​"Former boss." ​She frowned, stepping closer. "What does that mean?" ​He looked out toward the rain-soaked city stretching into the bleak darkness. "It means," he said quietly, "they're hunting both of us now." ​Far above them, hidden precariously on the slick rooftop of the warehouse, a dark shadow lowered the barrel of a suppressed rifle. The crosshairs settled squarely on Damien's back, and a gloved finger tightened slowly against the trigger.

My retaliation was a public humiliation in front of the entire university that Gary could not simply ignore. The game of humiliation he had carefully planned had turned into a public judgment of him and his lackeys. It broke the last of his restraint and made him go mad. He dropped the civility and stopped testing the waters. That night, the app posted an unprecedented "Ultimate Hunting" Quest. The title was crimson red. [Ultimate Hunting Quest. Capture Sinead alive and take her to the abandoned classroom building in the north.]

The sun fell into the horizon and spread soft shades of gold all over the sprawling grounds of Hampton Annual Hunt. This was the exclusive event in which students coming from every nook and corner of the city gathered at the grand entrance gates of Hampton Estate and chatted excitedly with each other. The Hunt was a very famous event reserved only for wolves and their friends and a few lucky humans who got in to view the spectacle. But to the wolves, it wasn't a game. It was a test of skill and strength and cunning combined.

The prison was nearly full and the last key was with them all along. The hunt ended. The last trap was set and the cost would be the greatest yet.

He replied. I smiled, “Smart man. Well it was good to meet you, I am headed to Maine and I have three hours still to drive so I better get going.” I said. “It was good to finally meet you in person, Snow. You are every bit as beautiful as they say, if not more.” Shane replied. “Thank you.” I said and flashed him a million dollar smile while walking out the door. Hunters were connected through a vast network and it wasn’t uncommon to run into each other out and about. Still, it gets me when they know my name and I've never seen them before. In all these years it still surprises me.

"What do you mean?" "What I mean is that we have lost two pack members, one just recovered from wolfsbane poisoning and Hunt was nowhere to be found or smelt but somehow he managed to take down a whole pack. We could be next. The last thing we need is drama between you and Layla because we really need her on our side." "Relax. What makes you certain that Hunt is behind their downfall and what makes you certain that there is drama going on between us." There was more disappointment in my voice rather than the anger I felt.

She needs a firm hand, she craves the kind of care only a strong mate can provide – and it doesn’t matter one bit that she’s human. “It’s okay.” I repeat, “And I will always do what I can to make sure we don’t get carried away.” One huge exception looms in my mind's eye, and after tonight, I know I can’t put it off any longer. “But Ella, I really do need to warn you about the wild hunt.” “How so?” She asks. “The wild hunt event happens on the second to last night of the festival. It’s a tradition where male wolves hunt,” I’m careful to put this word in air quotes, just in case she misunderstands, “their mates in the forest.”