Time To Hunt Book Novels & Stories

The hushed whispers and studious atmosphere were a stark contrast to the chaos of my own thoughts. I scanned the shelves, searching for something that would capture my attention, something that could whisk me away into another world where desire and longing were nothing more than fictional characters' plights. But as I pulled book after book from their places, flipping through pages and absorbing words, none of them offered any solace. "Anything interesting in there?" I gasped and turned to face Hunter. "Dammit, Hunter. Are you stalking me?" "Kind of," he shrugged. "What do you want?" I asked.

Hunter checked his time. 11:24. His flight was at 14:00 hours. He had prepared everything and had packed all his gear. Leaving the country was not on his wishlist but there was nothing he could have done, that was his only way to stay alive. He didn’t expect Hilary to betray him like that. Trust, for him, was a big word but he relied on her. He knew she could deliver but along the way, love happened to her. It was the same love that got her killed. Hunter didn’t have any regrets on Hilary’s murder. Killing had become a hobby for him.

“The Huntsman always seemed to have some sort of plan. I don’t know exactly what order that will unfold in, but the methodical elimination of all creatures possessing magic or supernatural abilities definitely seems to be his MO. You And Justin might have brought this war to the packs a little sooner, but I don’t think they would have avoided conflict with him entirely. I think it was only a matter of time before the Huntsman came looking for them one way or another.” My jaw tightened. “All the more reason for us to find a stop the Huntsman as soon as possible. And I know exactly where we need to start looking. When I was in the library, one of the times that I snuck out, I ran across a book

“It calls to death. Every time it surfaces, someone dies.” Kael gave a faint, humorless smile. “Then death will have company.” The convoy moved deeper into the mist, engines echoing through the valley. Above them, thunder rumbled again — closer this time. The forest itself seemed to be holding its breath. And far behind them, hidden in the fog, two sets of eyes — one crimson, one golden — followed their every move. The hunt for the Book of the Damned had begun. ---

in a tone that indicated she knew it wasn't but had decided to protect his feelings, which she'd apparently also gotten from me. Hunter was reading Knox a book about wolves. Not a children's book — an actual naturalist's guide that Hunter had gotten from the library and which I was fairly certain he was only partially reading and was mostly studying the diagrams. Knox was listening with the same focused attention he gave everything that came from Hunter, and Hunter kept pausing to check that Knox was still listening and Knox kept making sounds that confirmed he was. I stood at the counter with my coffee and tried to remember what the mornings had looked like before this.

I said nothing, glaring at the snow beneath me. “You have thirty seconds to run,” Desmond sneered, his grin a twisted parody of joy. “Run for your fucking life.” He leaned closer, his breath warm and sickening against my face. “Because when I find you…” he trailed off, standing back with his pack as the sound of bones snapping filled the air. He didn't need to finish his words for me to know what he wanted to say. The same words had always rang in my head. …He will hunt. “Fuck,” I muttered, my voice barely audible over the snarls. I pushed to my feet, my boots slipping in the snow. My legs felt weak, unused to the sudden force for movement, but I forced myself to stumble forward.

My retaliation was a public humiliation in front of the entire university that Gary could not simply ignore. The game of humiliation he had carefully planned had turned into a public judgment of him and his lackeys. It broke the last of his restraint and made him go mad. He dropped the civility and stopped testing the waters. That night, the app posted an unprecedented "Ultimate Hunting" Quest. The title was crimson red. [Ultimate Hunting Quest. Capture Sinead alive and take her to the abandoned classroom building in the north.]

I watched for a moment before walking toward my door. As I was shutting it, I heard Elena whisper, “Go get your man, Auntie.” I shook my head. That girl was a disaster walking, and I absolutely adored the organized chaos that was Elena. I quietly crept down the stairs before slipping out the back door and into the forest. I stopped beneath his tree, looking up, scanning the tree for him but not finding him. “I know you’re here, ‘Sprey. I can feel you.” He sighed as he swung himself down out of the tree. “Hey, Scarlett. I was just leaving. I was hunting a squirrel. They’re fast and good to hunt to keep myself fresh and-”

They’ll want to check the wreckage to confirm I’m not inside. Keeping low to the ground, I hurried away from the crash as the hunters pulled up, hooting and hollering like the demented Americans they are. Now I don’t mean to say all Americans are demented. But the American hunters are an uncouth sort that takes a weird joy in killing, things being on fire, and vehicles getting into accidents. Whatever the case, their joyful hoots and hollers that I might be dead and arguments about who gets to take credit gave me time to get away. I hurried to the nearest neighborhood to search for a car to take.

Once we were in the right place, Old Tim – and the demon possessing his body – were surprisingly easy to find. It was a relief to fall into the familiar routine of hunting. It gave me a chance to shut out my thoughts regarding Harper and Cyrus, and allowed me to focus fully on the task at hand. I was in my element here, stalking the streets of Beerbridge, my hand gripping the rowan knife in my pocket.