The Scavenger Hunt Dramione Novels & Stories

The sun hasn’t quite broken through the mist yet, and the forest feels still - too still. But it’s the ground that makes me stop. Blood. Slick, dark stains scattered across the clearing. Drag marks in the dirt. Deep claw gouges in the bark of the nearest tree. But no bodies. No fur. No broken limbs. No sign of what happened to the scavengers Damon killed. I glance back at him. He doesn’t look at the ground. Doesn’t explain. Just waits like none of this matters. “Where are they?” I ask quietly. “Gone.”

The police had to get involved, there were two police cars out the front of the diner. Ducking under the police tape, Damien stepped into his diner, he was feared by everyone, humans, wolves and vampires alike, he was known as the Blood Alpha and that was not just because Blood is his surname. Her sent hit him sending him into a short sense of euphoria, he had finally found her his mate after, eighteen years of searching he had finally found her.

“Are they really going to just let me fall back?” That's actually... cause me a sigh of relief. I'm tired by the eyes that following my every steps! Then there's Grandma I notice anxious and been in contact with the messengers lady. And everyone of them is given grandma a jade, however it only cause Grandma to deeply anxious. Then her expression greatly change, she said in certainty, “It must be those horrible species! The Lycan kidnapped the future of the huntress!” “Future... of the huntress?” I curiously eyed everyone that suddenly voice out their wanting to wipe out the species they despise.

Lardon had severed all telepathic and digital threads the exact watch Draven refused to visit his medical sanctuary, choosing instead to run with Mireya for the scholar's birthday hunt. Ronzek let out a mocking snort. "The stray is merely playing a dangerous game of hide-and-seek in the brush. His inner wolf will crawl back to the stronghold before the next full moon, whining for your favor as if nothing transpired." Draven stared at the digital rune displaying Lardon's silhouette, then pocketed the crystal without issuing a single decree to his tracker. "Summon the scouts to clear a path. I am sharing the evening kill at Mireya's hearth."

A harsh buzz exploded across the room — Damon’s burner phone vibrating on the nightstand. He reached for it, eyes narrowing at the encrypted alert flashing on the screen. “What is it?” Sarah asked, breath still uneven. Damon scanned the message, then turned the device toward her. A single line glared back: THE HUNT RESUMES. CHECK THE NEWS. A chill knifed through her bloodstream. Damon grabbed the TV remote. The screen flickered to a live news broadcast. A reporter stood outside a government building — and Sarah’s pulse froze when she saw the scrolling headline:

“Fine, but I’m putting the doctor on call, just in case.” “I’ll go get Dad.” Damian announces, taking off towards the palace entrance. An hour later I’m doing breathing exercises while we watch one of Elder Collins’s aerial drones zoom across the foreign landscape. Any other time I would be fascinated to discover the secrets of the hidden territories, but now I can only wring my hands and pray. The search seems to go on forever, and my nerves are fraying more and more with every moment that passes. Finally a few specks appear in the distance, and I recognize the salt flats Damian had shown me out the window on his drive. The specks grow larger and larger as the drone flies… and then we see t

But then— Another knock. Of course. Ronan’s growl wasn’t even subtle. “If this is Dax again I’m gonna punch a tree.” But it wasn’t Dax. It was Lira. Pale, wet from the snow, clutching a bloody scrap of cloth. Kaela’s stomach dropped. Ronan stepped forward. “What happened?” Lira swallowed. “A scout found this snagged near the ravine. Smells like Frostclaw.” Kaela froze. “Wait. Mine?”

An hour has passed and as soon as I felt the coach stop on a certain area, I opened the door, slid down to these familiar stone pavements, only to be greeted by their expected howls and cries. “Theon!” A little girl in a pink dress cried as she darted towards me and welcomed me with a tight hug. “You’re home,” Luna gladly articulated. “Where’s David?” I asked Anemone, who just came to the scene. “At the forest again,” she replied in a gentle manner. “So,” Liam who came running with Luna, in his late adolescence, exhilaratingly asked as he jumps with thrill, “Where’s the girl? Where’s the girl?”

He will be the first to enter the forest, then look for the valley that emits dark mist, which is usually made into a nest by monsters, then lead them away from the location of Hayden's troops. After Dylan exterminated the monsters he had driven away from Hayden's location, he would join Hayden's troop to clean up the rest of the monsters. Hayden and Raymon will 'pretend' to check the vicinity into a deeper forest, then claim Dylan's achievement as theirs. Previously, Dylan had never had a problem with Hayden taking credit for his bounty to show off to his men, but now it was different. He also wanted to have recognition for his efforts, at least for Fuschia to know.

The words ‘treat you well’ would have sounded most apt when presented to Scarlet, but I fathomed she wasn’t ready for them just yet. Before heading to the pizzeria nearby, we dropped by the neighbourhood cineplex to get our tickets. Then my jaw dropped. A man with cropped chestnut hair and a muscular demeanour strode about the exterior of the cineplex, flanked by two brunettes. The man in her dreams. Hanson. I staggered backwards, quickly helped up by Carla.