Time To Hunt Book Novels & Stories

The smell of wet forest after a long rain and sun heated honey, wakes me from my sleep. I don’t know how many times I’ve tried to escape by now, but nothing I do seems to work. More and more wolves are going missing, if Tam’s growing hysteria is anything to go by.

Tyler’s POV: The hunt was going better than expected. The forest, shrouded in twilight, was eerily silent except for the occasional crackle of leaves beneath our boots and the distant rustle of branches overhead. We had already taken down several animals, their lifeless forms marking a trail deeper into the woods. Yet, there was an unsettling weight in the air, an offbeat silence that I couldn’t ignore. My brothers and I moved in sync, our senses sharp, scanning for our next target.

The actual killing would be done by the adults, the child's role limited to observing and perhaps tracking, but the experience itself was a rite of passage, a threshold crossed. Damon had been counting down the days for months, waking each morning with the same question: "Is it time yet?" Each time, Elara or Caleb would remind him that the hunt was held in the autumn, when the deer were fat and the weather was cool, and that he would have to be patient. Damon tried to be patient. He really did. But patience had never been his strongest quality.

"Even so, you’ll never be able to resist when your heat comes. When that time comes, no one can stop you from having sex with me." I swallowed with some difficulty. "I know. But that doesn't mean I can be fooled. The sooner you find that man, the sooner your wish will come true. And the longer you delay, the more I'll know it's intentional." "How long is the deadline you're giving me?" I looked at the digital clock beside the bed. "Until the next full moon arrives. And before the Lunar Hunt begins." "That's a specific time." "It is. Because I only want you to find him, not to make him your prey in the Lunar Hunt. After all, he's my business, not yours. Do you understand, Maxim?"

Maybe even get hurt. "Then wait!" I cried. "Stay safe!" Without a word, I plunged back into the trees. The forest closed around me again, darker now, thicker. Every sense was alive. I could hear the insects buzzing, the little animals scurrying away in fear—and something bigger. Something hunting. Alexis. I had to find him. in my clothing, but I didn't give up. I followed the smallest trace of his smell—warm, familiar, a lifeline amidst the ruin.

"We hunt." ​

"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.

‘The hunters’ was all it said on the front, the same book Kyan and Zekan had spent days looking for. I quickly dashed out of the library and headed straight to see Talon. I pushed his heavy doors open to see him sitting in his large chair looking thoughtfully as Zekan and Kyan both sat at the centre table. They all looked straight at me as I bounded into the room. “I found this!” I rushed out as I held out the book to Talon. He looked at it as his eyes widened. “The book about the hunters!” He breathed out as he took it from me. Both Kyan and Zekan stood up from their seats in surprise.

As if knowing my attention was on him, he said silently, "This is the last time you lie to me." Swallowing, I shifted my gaze to the window. Moments dragged by before I rested my forehead on the pane, looking at the thick forests we drove past. Why did he even care anyway? I would have gotten even worse wounds from the torture he would've had his men inflict on me. Through the review mirror, I caught sight of the long line of cars behind us. The Hunt usually spanned a period of just two days. Two days of violently hunting down wild games. The Hunt was a largely anticipated event and I failed to see how something so dangerous could be looked forward to. And not to mention, they'd be killing i

He'd caught the scent of something wrong, the pattern of fallen hunters leading him straight to me. But the Moonsbane still held. He couldn't smell me. I watched from the shadows as he examined one of the paralyzed werewolves, his expression growing darker with each discovery. He pulled out his phone, speaking in rapid werewolf tongue that I somehow understood: "Someone's hunting us. Not hiding—hunting. Find them." The real Hunt had begun. I should have been terrified. Instead, I felt alive. I moved through the forest like I was born to it, avoiding the searching werewolves, occasionally "helping" a human escape just to confuse the trail. But I knew my time was running out. The Moonsbane wou