Time To Hunt Book Novels & Stories

As if my body would spasm if I didn’t. It took a little while, but once I’d filtered through everything else I realized… it was the urge to hunt. It had been niggling at me almost since we’d arrived, definitely since that morning. Heightening my senses, making me a little tense, a little twitchy. But I’d been distracted by my hunk of wolf. Now, here in the dark, with that very wolf sleeping deeply next to me, it could no longer be ignored. Something inside me needed to move, needed to be out. Needed to hunt.

Dante was good with the supernatural, and we were all thankful for his expertise and knowledge. “Would you mind if I took a look at that book sometime? One, it’ll be really fucking interesting. Two, it might help us along the way. Three, it’ll be really fucking interesting times ten,” he said with a lazy grin. I chuckled and slid it over to him. He could make more sense of it than I could, and time was of the essence. “Take all the time you want with it and feel free to copy it if you’d like. I’m curious about what you discover.”

he began, his voice deep and commanding, “our pack has stood strong through trials. We survived rogue attacks, rivalries, and losses. But strength is not maintained—it must be proven.” A murmur rippled through the crowd. I knew what was coming before he spoke the words. “The Annual Hunt begins tomorrow at dawn.” Gasps, cheers, and growls of excitement echoed. The Hunt. A brutal tradition where warriors were sent into the forest to track and kill rogues, competing for honor, recognition, and rank and also a way to get rid of unwanted and unmated and rejected female wolves, they are sent to the forest and hunted down by male wolves. if they are caught, they are either mated or killed, if they

When we were kids, she used to get us into all kinds of trouble and I would always get blamed for it because once she flashed those big blue eyes, no one could accuse her of any wrongdoing. “To do it more often?” I laughed, thankful for the comic relief. Despite my bravado and earlier reassurances to Devon, I was still nervous. As he said, I did not like to kill animals. Werewolves were actually peaceful creatures and we didn’t hunt other animals asides from the Grant Hunt and the wolves who did it for sport. It wasn’t banned or anything so they were in their rights. It just wasn’t something I liked doing. For this reason, I was nervous. Plus, the Alpha’s arrogant son, Louis was participatin

The hunt isn't coming. It's already here.

Once everyone had gotten their role, Alpha Jackson continued with his instructions. "Prey will have a twenty-minute head start to hide or get as far away, within pack grounds, as possible. The Hunters will be the only group who will shift as they search for the prey. A Hunter wins if they bring a Prey back to Beta Christian before the time runs out. A Prey wins if they outlast a Hunter. Those of you who lose will be on Mess Hall clean-up duty." There were mumbles around the pack and I nudged Annable, trying to get a look at her paper, "What did you get?" I whispered to her.

The hunt was over. The chase had begun. END OF CHAPTER 22

After that, I begin to dig a two by two whole with a maximum height of three feet using a durable wooden stick. Time is running quickly and I have to be quicker as well. I gather big bamboos, carve each side into pointy and I pierce all of it against the hole. I cover it with bushes and dead leaves and twigs and place a mark only I know. The last thing left to do is to find that dart frog and I'm ready. *** F O U R The four hunters, with their rifles, began to search the Forest. After his brother was killed, Ryan, one of the hunters, has been eager to find that man since last night. He wants to kill him by himself or feed him to the dogs just like what happened to his brother.

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.

TRIVIAS POV. I lost track of time already. It's been an hour, or maybe two, three perhaps. “Fuck!” I yelled out in frustration; my heart wouldn't stop racing. I raised my glance toward the sky; it was close to sunset, things were getting dark, and I still haven't gotten my kill yet, although Helen had explained that most hunts lasted days or weeks. Depending on how skilled rhe hunter was, and most times how lucky to run into a prey quick