Witch Hunt Synonym Novels & Stories

But what she is, I still haven’t figured out. And if anyone around here should be able to figure it out, it’s me. As the lead tracker for the pack, a bounty hunter of sorts, I’ve imprinted all types of smells into my brain. The smell of magic clings to each supernatural faction in distinct ways, making it easy to pick them out of crowds. Elemental witches smell like crushed herbs and burning ozone. Vampires smell like copper and decaying earth. Each shifter has it’s own distinct smell to match their animals. Wolves smell like a forest run, our little chipmunk resident smells like nuts and berries.

She spotted the she-wolf or whatever she was from the underground warehouse and remembered the she-wolf had one of Shawna’s boys. Trixie immediately looked around to make sure she still didn’t have the baby. Then looked back at the woman who first spoke, lifting a brow at remembering what she called her a minute ago. “Uh, what the hell are you talking about, What the hell is a Pure Pheonix? I don’t know what the fuck a Pure Pheonix is, but one thing I can tell you for damn sure that it isn’t me. My friend Samual might be able to help you find whatever it is you’re looking for, he’s right…” Trixie said, turning to look back at Samual who was running away into the trees. “Ain’t that bout a bit

Mr Alarcon asked, “What are you doing? Did you lose something?” When I saw him sitting comfortably on the sofa, asked, “Come and search with me.” “Brian's searching the first floor, and I'm here. You go look on the second and third floor. I'll come and join you after I'm done with the rooms here.” “What are you looking for?” “The bird. It's missing.” He leaned back as he said, “Finally, the devil is gone.” Brian came down and asked me in years, “Elise, I can't find it on the first floor. Did you find it?”

Her voice shakes when she speaks. Silence again. "What is the hunt?" The human asks. Groans fill the wagon. "What did I just say?!" Sarah huffs, "For Selenes' sake!" The human frowns but when it quiets, Asil is the one who explains. "It is as it sounds human. A hunt. A cursed celebration-" "Extermination," Julie counters with an eyeroll, and all eyes flash to her, "that's what it is." My throat feels arid. My gaze shifts to the ground as Eve continues to speak. I am not comfortable with this topic either. The Hunt is a monstrous event.

I told him, grabbing my backpack off the hook I’d put on the back of the door and unzipping it, so I could tuck my laptop inside. “Your wolf probably won’t let you go without me,” he said, rubbing his arm a bit. “You can try it, but you’ll feel her try to shift and take over. My friends didn’t give you all of the details, but, now that my wolf’s done hunting you, yours is hunting me. It’s called The Chase.” My eyebrows shot upward. “The what?”

No one would listen to me and I might get punished for defying the Alpha. The hunt is a werewolf tradition where several packs gather in the neutral territory and hunt wild animals. The one who hunts a bigger prey emerges as the winner. I’ve never participated in the hunt because my wolf can’t handle the pressure of several Alphas in one place. That and I would be ridiculed for being the weakest and having a small wolf. I’m better off sitting it out. But it seems my sister has another plan for me.

Noya scoffed. So that’s it. Noya’s taken so much into account but has forgotten a key factor. Me. She has precautions against the supernatural, but I’m not any of those things. I’m human. I’m a hunter, and killing witches is just part of what I do. Knowing what I was about to walk into, I climbed over the edge. I slipped on my hunter talisman for added protection and took out my silver khopesh, ready to strike. She didn’t even see it coming. Even as Godric smiled, having seen me coming up behind the dumb bitch. “You forgot the hunter, bitch!” I scoffed, swinging the curved blade separating her head from her shoulders.

"We hunt." ​

In the continent of Elysium, magic has dried up and monsters have descended. The only way to survive is to participate in a game called "Hide and Seek." Only the winning races receive rewards and a chance to live. The Werewolf Clan drew me—a twenty-two-year-old half-blood werewolf. I was painfully thin, having been locked in a dungeon for the past fifteen years. The live chat scrolling before my eyes was filled with despair: [What the hell? This is our clan’s representative?] [A girl a strong breeze could knock over? Is she even an adult?] [I bet she bursts into tears the second she sees a monster.] [It’s over. We’re so dead. I knew we’d lose this time. Are the werewolves really going to be

I do not talk about that with anyone. The air starts to buzz. “Duck!” I yell. Arrows start flying through the air. I stop all of them as I run forward. “Stop!” I yell at the witches running from me. They do what they are told. The rest of the wolves catch up to me along with Joe, which is what, I call him now. They take the four witches to their version of a compound for questioning.