Word Hunt Game Pigeon Novels & Stories

At this rate, he might not have fifteen minutes. “I like sweets,” Gloomie replied, and Zen quickly stuffed some in her mouth. The waterworks slowed, and the happiness meter rose slightly. Getting the hang of it, Zen looked around. He had to choose easy games that would not sabotage him. “Should we play pin the tail?” he asked, holding out the picture of a donkey and some tails. Gloomie nodded happily and handed out blindfolds. “First to pin it on the correct spot after spinning ten rounds wins!” she declared.

Away they went. Three hours had elapsed, yet the tournament raged on. The Red Moon pack held its lead, though the Dark of the Gods pack was a close second. In the third game, referred to as the hunt, both teams would venture into the woods together with ropes for hiding and seeking. The hunt begins with a gunshot once they've found their hiding place. Whoever gets tired will lose, and the winner will have to bring the loser to the front to see everyone in the crowd. When it was Dawn turn, she wasted no time finding a place to hide. Her familiarity with the area allowed her to pinpoint the best hiding places. What excited her most about the hunting game was competing against Malachi, her best

"Is someone onto us?" Zion's gaze flickered up to meet mine, his expression troubled as he shook his head. "No," he replied, his voice tinged with unease. "It's... something else." I narrowed my eyes at his cryptic response, a sense of foreboding settling over me like a dark cloud. "Well, spit it out," I snapped, my frustration boiling over. "What's so important that it couldn't wait?" Zion took a deep breath, steeling himself before he spoke. "The pigeon," he began, his voice barely above a whisper. "It's not just any ordinary bird. It's been trained using unnatural powers to find me specifically, to deliver messages meant only for my eyes."

Things got even more awkward when the host started broadcasting the game that would be played by all the visitors. "The name of the game is Chase the Prey, Feed the Wolves. Everyone who gets a wolf mask will chase animals that wolves usually prey on, like rabbits, cats, squirrels, and so on. The number of wolves and prey animals has been calculated so all wolves will get one prey animal. Is that understood?" "Yes! Let's do it!" "This will be very exciting!" "Can I catch anyone?" "You are free to catch anyone as long as you follow the rules. There will be a prize for the fastest. How about it?"

The other contestants eat in uneasy silence, every bite hesitant. Silen sits across from me, tearing bread into pieces and feeding crumbs to a pair of doves perched on the window ledge. “You know,” he says, “I almost prefer the chaos. At least when things are trying to kill us, we know where we stand.” “Maybe this is worse,” I admit. “Waiting for the next Game to start.” He nods. “Hope is the cruelest trick the castle plays.” Bubbles hops onto the table, sniffing at a cluster of grapes. The others eye her warily, even Elyra, who pretends she’s not watching. The rabbit stretches, yawns, then settles in front of me like a tiny guard dog.

“What kind?” Before she could speak, the blond, Teague, stood up next to Keane. Muscles rippled and flexed beneath his white tee shirt, and it took me a moment to focus again on the words. “The game is called The Hunt,” he explained, drawing what looked like a half-empty bottle of wine from beneath his chair. He held it up and popped the cork, and I breathed a sigh of relief. Whatever the wine had to do with it, I could do it easily.

But after seeing me simply playing with the pigeon, she looked away and continued her work. She didn’t suspect anything. Good. I exhaled quietly and focused again on the bird. Slowly, carefully, I leaned in closer, whispering under my breath as I tried to calm it further, making sure it stayed still long enough for what I needed. My fingers shifted slightly, careful not to alarm it. I lowered my voice and leaned slightly closer to the pigeon, pretending it was just affection while my lips moved in a soft whisper only I could hear. “(Zarun veli shara tembos… lin’kai suvera nox.)”

someone interrupts, excitement bubbling in his voice. Daryl claps his hands once. “Good question! It’s the Game of Hunt.” A grin spreads across his face. “Each team will search the resort grounds for hidden treasures. Think of it like a scavenger hunt—but not so easy. Clues have been carefully planted, and only the team that finds all their assigned treasures wins.” A chorus of whoas rises from the group. “Sounds tough,” someone says. Daryl nods, still grinning. “There’s just one small problem,” he says, tapping his clipboard.

The second game is ‘Pin the Dragon’s Tail’. There is a picture of a dragon with a missing tail in front of the board and the daughters were holding the dragon’s tail. The players would try to stick the tail in the board and the nearest tail would be declared as the winner. As expected, Penny’s movements were still unstable so she lazily stuck the tail in a random spot in the board and ran towards Amanda asking for a reward. “Ma-man, iss iss mwah mwah” she started pouting her lips waiting for Amanda to kiss her.

The pigeons settle all over the grounds, not flying but rather waiting to be deployed. “Also,” Dmitri says. “Make sure that they are flown at night after midnight.” “Y-Yes,” Leo replies. Timur and Aryan do not speak up but wait for Dmitri to leave. As soon as the Duke is out of sight, Timur steps towards Leo. “What the hell is he thinking?” Timur hisses. “He must have bought over a hundred pigeons! The castle is going to smell of pigeon poop!” “I might add that any creatures with wings are highly annoying,” Aryan mutters. One of the pigeons settled on his head, making him wince.