The Last Hunt Novels & Stories

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.

I shouted and walked to the tall grass to search. I thought I'll find it easy, but the area was wide enough to keep me searching for hours. He threw it far away that I didn't even saw where it landed, I have to search the ground and even the grasses if ever it landed in the strands of a grass. But I've been searching for hours and I think I've walked too away, the sky is getting darker, I wanted to keep searching but I have to go back or else I'll have to stay and sleep here.

She just closed the doors and windows of the car and closed her eyes waiting for sun rise. Hunter was confused with what Ludo told him about giving the Hamuumbu’s the last copy of the manuscript. For a moment, he felt the way he felt when Hilary stabbed him in the back. He was so close but she had to fall in love with Evan and jeopardised the plan. Having Evan in his grip was everything he ever needed but he couldn’t kill him yet. He was aware that, that would have put Ludo in harm's way. “My business is with the old man and since what I thought I could use is no more, its high time I make my move,” Hunter thought to himself as he drove his car into his compound.

They hunted the masses and blood flowed freely on the ground, and they were cursed to do that every ten thousand years, again and again. ”It’s time to end it.” Geoffriane said and she agreed. As long as people lived, the Wild Hunt would ride again. But it all ended if everyone died. “Let’s end it.” She said. Geoffraine shrugged a cloak over her shoulders as an Undead Horse pranced to her. It was the same horse that all of the other Shinay that came before her rode. She would be the last Shinay to ride it. She climbed atop the horse and with a terrible battlecry, started to ride. The Wild Hunt ululated behind her as they followed. It was time to end it all.

I smiled as a plan formed in my mind. “G****e! Set destination of El Delirio!” I instructed. I think the device was just happy to have a destination as it directed me to a road. I have no idea what the speed limit is here, and I don’t care. I need to reach El Delirio fast but without losing Blaine. I know there is said to be a nest of forty vampires there. The last hunter that went after the nest took five men with him, and only he limped out of there a few pints of blood short but alive.

It was during the day when the packhouse would have been busy. Thirdly, she was so flippant about murder. That was not the way that someone would speak about it if they only ever did it once. Fourthly, who the fuck was Lauren anyways? Was she alone, or did she have family here? ‘He thinks you’re onto something. He caught a couple snippets of a man kneeling beside her over a mannequin as he taught her techniques. That changed into her kneeling over a body. A few pack names as well – Pinehurst, Albrook, Shadow Creek, Silvern, and Blue Crest.’

The final leg of our desperate hunt awaited us, and as we closed in on our destination, anticipation mingled with trepidation. The hunt had been grueling, but our resilience had carried us this far. We steeled ourselves for the final push, knowing that our resolve would be tested one last time. The fate of Alpha Damien hung in the balance, and we were determined to bring him home, no matter the cost. As our pack ventured deeper into the unknown, an unexpected revelation awaited me. Through a chance encounter and a series of events, I stumbled upon a forgotten past—a connection between Alpha Damien and my own history.

"The Tundra isn't the South. Our people won't follow a woman who keeps a human in her bed and a corpse at her back. If the Blackwood line is broken, the land must choose a new sovereign. That is the law of the Great Hunt." "The Great Hunt is a game for dogs," I said, leaning forward. "I didn't spend five million dollars of my life to be judged by wolves who couldn't even keep their own gates from shattering. I broke the Frost-Peak in a single afternoon. If you think the Pale-Fang can survive a second pulse, Silas, then by all means, call the hunt." Silence fell over the room. The fire in the hearth cracked, a sharp, loud sound that made Rona flinch.

Connor POV Finally, a decent hunt. When word got out, pretty much all the hunters wanted to go, as we hadn't had the thrill of the chase in over a month. This is purely due to this stupid competition, which was basically decided from the start. Still, no one could have predicted the attacks on this territory. We start working online with Nightstalker to tracking credit cards transaction, CCTV footage, and getting info from other hunters our target might have run into. It takes less than an hour to find him at a five-star resort. How predictable. I load up my weapons and get ready for the hunt.

Every step felt like walking on thin ice. Suddenly, a loud, static chime echoed through the entire sector. The massive holographic billboards hovering over the central plaza flickered from colorful advertisements to a bright, flashing red alert. High-frequency sirens began to blare from the watchtowers above. I stopped in my tracks, my heart slamming against my ribs as I looked up at the sky. My face was plastered across every floating screen in the lower city. SECTOR-WIDE MANHUNT: CROWN PRINCE THEODORE MISSING