Novel & Cerita The Viking's Mate Hunt

“ It started way back, in a time when the barbarian and the Vikings pack were still on friendly terms. They often had competitions the weeks before the big hunt, picking out contestants from each side worthy of attending. Because it was seen as a great honor, and still is, by the way, not anyone can attend. They are given an opportunity to find a mate, and since our world is what it is, there is no other way of finding a mate. We are talking about the year your mother attended.”

Archer reckoned while sharpening the blade of his dagger. Vivienne paused for a minute, thinking about Archer's statement and the threat she might encounter. She hates to admit it but the huntsman has a point, roaming in the woods is dangerous. After giving a tap on Marcellus' back, Vivienne marched towards Archer with an upset face. She stood in front of him but Archer is way taller compared to her, she looks so small next to him. The bored huntsman showed no interest in entertaining the young princess so, he kept his eyes locked in his dagger.

Emma was at a loss of words as she heard him. A wolf hunter? What the hell was that supposed to mean? She watched his face for any signs of remorse or guilt, but she found none. She didn’t know what was worse, knowing that her mate was essentially a serial killer or that she was supposed to love him in spite of it. “What do you mean you’re a wolf hunter?” She said, “Who do you kill?”

I watched Aiday's eyes grow wide, she looked at me, and smiled lightly, "Before I tell you my answer, I need to confess something to you." I got scared for a moment and stood up, ready to hear what she had to say, "I found my mate." My heart crumpled, but she didn't stop, "He's tall, bright blue eyes, dark hair, kind hearted," this woman is torturing me, I thought, "and he's a vampire." I paused when I heard that, "What?" I asked, and she nodded, "I'm your…"

“Mate! Go to our mate!” her wolf kept saying inside of her. "Shut up, Christa!" Cassandra snapped. She gritted her teeth trying to control her wolf because she was trying to take over and Cassandra wouldn’t let that happen. If Christa were to take over, it will surely be chaos. The man must have sensed it, her mate, and started looking around him until their eyes met. Cassandra felt the world suddenly stop as she looked at him. Tall, broad shoulders, strong jaws, has a powerful aura, and gorgeous. Cassandra almost drooled over him.

Especially if the omega wore that yellow band. Within five minutes, the forest was filled with muted screams as the first of the prey were being caught. Over 3,000 omegas had started in this year's hunt. Based on the new rules, every omega in the Hunt had a corresponding hunter searching for her, waiting to drag her off to a new life in a new tribe. To catch and claim your mate, you had to mark her. That meant biting her neck in possession. The combination of a bite, along with the adrenaline and endorphins of the chase meant most prey passed out from the overload to their system. The hunter had to then carry their prey back to the castle before it was official. Almost all of the hunters dra

Tate “Today is a special occasion! Today my son joins the ranks of young men who will participate in the mate hunt. When our young males go into the world in search of a mate. This tradition started when our ancestors realized changed females were stronger, faster and more fertile. However, it has been over a hundred years since an Omega has been found. A creature that will bring strength and fertility back to our pack. Now we send our sons out into the world in search of such a woman. May the moon goddess be with you all.”

"I know two wolves in this room who weren't half the gentleman that you are when they met their mates. They couldn't even bear to let the poor girls out of their sight. I remember it took me a great deal to persuade and talk one of them out of kidnapping his mate from her pack the first time he met her and she wasn't even eighteen then." I roll my eyes in amusement as everyone laughs. Of course, we all know the two wolves he's talking about are me and Ivar and the one that wanted to kidnap his mate was me. Apart from the seer that we all didn't know when he met his mate, Ivar and I are the only two wolves in the room who have found our mates. Uncle Elias can't stop laughing

Reign told me. “Thank you, Reign. I’ll go see what is going on.” I said, walking up to the main desk. “How can I help… You Mr. Hunt.?” The young she-wolf asked. “My… Mate was brought in here. I would like to speak with Mari and be with her now please.” I told her. “Ahhh… What is her name?” She asked me but could see the disappointment in her eyes as it registered that the last of the Hunt boys had found their mate.

"You're wrong." "I’m never wrong about him." Mateo kissed my jaw. "But he’s not getting his hands on you. Not after the way he treated you like trash." MATEO Victor. He was the only thing that kept me sane while I was burning through the Northern Territories on that pointless hunt Santiago sent me on. He was everywhere. I saw his face in the stars, heard his voice in the wind. Every other male I encountered seemed dull and lifeless compared to him. I thought of our last fight. I thought of the way his skin felt. I could have bought the entire Diamond Crown Jewelry store, but I chose the doves—the final piece of his cage.