The Last Hunt Novels & Stories

This signified that Zayn’s 300 million dollars would be returned to Zayn again. It felt awful to be giving away the huge amount of money that was already within their grasp. The organizing committee furrowed their brows as well. However, they still played by the rules and said, “The Great Hunt has officially ended. You are the last batch of people to leave the hunting ground. Please bring forth your dog tags.” However, no one brought forth their dog tags. The organizing committee said, “Please bring forth your dog tags for registration purposes. The person in possession of the most dog tags will be the best hunter of The Great Hunt.”

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.

“I know that the Huntsman has a vendetta against Justin’s father and I’m being used this bait. The only reason this pack is in the Huntsman sights is because of us.” Russo cleared his throat. “That’s not entirely true, Helen. Remember I am the last of my kind because of the Huntsman. He’s now working on exterminating the pixies and he might be using werewolves to help him reach his goal right now, but do you think that stop once he’s killed those he claims to be his target?”

I mutter. The game going on now is the Night Hunt: The Marked Deer. A ceremonial hunt but symbolic. One marked deer usually a volunteer is released into a controlled forest. Hunters compete individually. If the deer survives after three hours without being found by anyone then no one wins. It’ll be a tie. “Oh look there’s Anna, doing everything in her power not to lose.” Sofia says, sarcasm in her voice. I forgot she doesn’t just hate me she hates me and my friends. Especially Anna because Anna was the one who encouraged me the most to cause chaos for Sofia.

Hunt not knowing that was his later time of seeing the old man. Mr. Hunt brought out a silencer from beneath his reading table. He pulled the trigger.

Swift dropped her back as she was coughing profusely. The pack was gathered as per instructions of Luna. There was a huge pit of fire in the center. They were all Wolves. The kids were made sure to be put asleep with earstuds not to disturb their cute little snores. It was Sunday night and they had to go back to the city in the morning. That means the kids need to take rest. Right. Luna trotted to the center. He was gracefully walking to the tied up man and his disheveled daughter. And by looking at her Swift was pleased with what Trist's men would have done. As she was desperate to fill herself up.

Timothy was the last to arrive, looking disheveled with his clothes torn and blood all over him. I jumped up to hurry over to him. I checked him out to make sure he wasn’t injured as he tried to reassure me that he was alright. When I was satisfied that he was, I took a step back, crossing my arms over my chest and glaring at him. He held his hands up. “I had to go into the forest to hunt. I managed to get a deer and was going back to get another when Carson showed up. He ran me off and started killing the deer.” He ran his fingers through his hair. “To be fair, I knew better.”

"Kael won't have the luxury of pausing when conditions get difficult. Neither do you." "The Widow's Peak, the Stone Bridge, and the Blood River delta," I forced out, tasting bile. "Time limit for claiming a marked kill during the Hunt?" "Six hours from the moment of.. " The speakers erupted with a recording of a Feral wolf's death scream, and my concentration shattered completely.

He couldn't even stand. Just when it looked like the ragdoll was going to beat him to death, it suddenly stopped and grabbed my hand. Then it used my fingers to lift the knife he had dropped and plunged it straight into his heart. The familiar system chime echoed. [Player Franklin Hanson has been eliminated.] My balance shot up by several hundred coins. My eyes sparkled. "Bunny, you're amazing! You even let me have the kill." The chat exploded. [Weren't these two supposed to be weak monsters? I left for a minute, and now they're so strong!]

Luca chuckled at the speed of Beecher’s thoughts. “I was thinking about the prophecy on the drive over. Last time we were looking for where the sun met the earth. It sounded crazy to us at the time, but after discovering Salar de Uyuni, it all made sense. This time we are to hunt down the Hall of the Slain.” “But that’s a mythical place,” Aquina reasoned, “How do you go about finding that?” “That was my first thought,” Luca agreed, winking at Katalea as she picked up her phone. “But everything is on G****e.” Katalea was busy swiping and tapping at her phone.