The Last Hunt Novels & Stories

The final instruction for the Hunt will be given by Trevon. Standing in front of the 40 newly Blessed and unblessed, he said, “The Hunt will be a fair competition. You’re only allowed to use weapons; Blessed will not use either of their Blessing or their wolves. However, on the second day of the Hunt, you are given free rein for your wolves. So, the Unblessed need to watch out for their backs. Not everyone here can control their wolves.” The Unblessed and Blessed alike gulped, nervousness striking their faces.

The final confrontation hit at dawn near an abandoned warehouse on the outskirts of town. Fabian had used the burner phone to set a trap, luring the last of the hunters with false coordinates. Pyhna waited in the truck a safe distance away, heart in her throat, gripping the rifle he’d taught her to use.

Away they went. Three hours had elapsed, yet the tournament raged on. The Red Moon pack held its lead, though the Dark of the Gods pack was a close second. In the third game, referred to as the hunt, both teams would venture into the woods together with ropes for hiding and seeking. The hunt begins with a gunshot once they've found their hiding place. Whoever gets tired will lose, and the winner will have to bring the loser to the front to see everyone in the crowd. When it was Dawn turn, she wasted no time finding a place to hide. Her familiarity with the area allowed her to pinpoint the best hiding places. What excited her most about the hunting game was competing against Malachi, her best

Even though Arnold can't beat me. 'Arnold? So, you—' The woman laughed. The woman's eyes bulged, looking pleased with the change in Raymond's expression. 'Precisely. I killed him. Do you know what his last wish was?' 'I don't want to hear,' Raymond approached the woman, preparing to fire the bullet back at the woman. 'Don't touch Raymond Cooper,' the woman laughed again. 'But you innocently took your own death! I feel sorry for Arnold. His struggle was in vain—'

She had ruined my past and now she was trying to do the same to my present and future. But I needed to have a final conversation with her. And if her luck didn't support her, it could be the last conversation of her life also. Taking a deep breath, I got up and walked into the bathroom. *** A cool evening breeze kissed past me as I stood beside Mrs. Harrison. With her one hand clutching mine, she held her daughter's arm with the other. Drops of tears fell down her aged eyes while Mr. Harrison's brother gave an eulogy speech. The coffin lay before him.

“We have never been this far away from the clan’s territory on our own. We should go back.” Damon Hunt stared shrewdly at the path behind him and for the umpteenth time, he was convinced it was the right one. If he was one to listen to what anyone says, he would be back with his clan already, instead of wandering around looking for a tiny blade of uncommon grass. He needed the stupid weed desperately. He would enter into the enemy’s territory if he had to, as long as Stanley his brother stopped whining for a second.

His eyes narrowed, scanning the perimeter of the cemetery, his gaze slicing past Elias and the hunters who stood before us, searching the shadows for any sign of danger. The hill. The trees. The broken graves. “They’ve closed the circle,” he murmured. A net. Not a hunt. Elias didn’t hesitate. “Kill them both.” The command cut clean through the storm. The lanterns fell, and the mud swallowed their light whole. Then, like a coordinated strike, the chains lurched forward together, their barbed silver tips glinting menacingly in the darkness. As one, the crossbows lifted, their movement eerily reminiscent of a single, living creature drawing a deep breath in anticipation of what was to come.

A turned hunter, wearing a shredded flannel shirt, its mouth dripping with thick black bile, lunged violently out of the shadows, tackling Atlas squarely in the chest. Atlas grunted as the heavy weight slammed him against the doorframe. The zombie snapped its rotting, jagged teeth inches from Atlas’s neck. Before Atlas could bring his iron poker up in the confined space, a shadow blurred past me. Denzel crossed the porch in a fraction of a second. He grabbed the back of the infected hunter’s hair, wrenched its head backward with brutal force, and drove his dagger straight up through the base of its skull. The zombie went limp instantly, but as it died, a wet, gargling roar tore from its thro

There was a ripple of confusion that moved through the crowd. Stephen stopped next to Celeste. “Are you okay, Luna?” he asked softly. “Actually, I am,” she said with a smile. “I really am. Thank you, Stephen.” She smiled at Wyatt and caught his wink. “Before I tell you about my wonderful, beautiful, colorful mate,” pack members gave a little laugh and Celeste put her hands in her back pockets, “I need to tell you about my sister, Whitney. She went on three Hunts. Her last one was the only one that I’ve ever participated in. I could not smell my mate. Somehow, I always knew that she was not there. But I was in the heat of the Hunt, the thrill of it. Those who have hunted before, you know what

Once again, his plan doesn’t work as Hunter frees himself and kills everyone who had a hand in his torture. And now we hear that Jake’s whole pack was annihilated, my mother might be the witch that wants to kill Ren and Alex is somewhere in Colorado, either working with the enemy or being held as their prisoner. Oh god, I think I’m going to have a headache.