Manhunt の小説・ストーリー

Khalid, no The Hunter shrugged, leaning back, schooling his facial expression as he stretched an arm across the back of the sofa. I don’t care what his sob story is. I’m not going to use his name even in my head. I have to keep that in mind. I don’t want to slip again. It’s a slippery slope, and I don’t need any distractions. There cannot be any distractions this time. This time I will succeed and have my justice at long last. “Fine!” I threw my hands in the air in defeat. “A deal is a deal. You gave your story, so it’s only fair. The clan wants to turn me into their Ductus because I’m here to kill him.”

𝙈𝙤𝙨𝙩 𝙜𝙤𝙙𝙨 𝙩𝙝𝙧𝙤𝙬 𝙙𝙞𝙘𝙚, 𝙗𝙪𝙩 𝙁𝙖𝙩𝙚 𝙥𝙡𝙖𝙮𝙨 𝙘𝙝𝙚𝙨𝙨, 𝙖𝙣𝙙 𝙮𝙤𝙪 𝙙𝙤𝙣'𝙩 𝙛𝙞𝙣𝙙 𝙤𝙪𝙩 𝙩𝙞𝙡 𝙩𝙤𝙤 𝙡𝙖𝙩𝙚 𝙩𝙝𝙖𝙩 𝙝𝙚'𝙨 𝙗𝙚𝙚𝙣 𝙥𝙡𝙖𝙮𝙞𝙣𝙜 𝙬𝙞𝙩𝙝 𝙩 𝙬𝙤 𝙦𝙪𝙚𝙚𝙣𝙨 𝙖𝙡𝙡 𝙖𝙡𝙤𝙣𝙜. – 𝙏𝙚𝙧𝙧𝙮 𝙋𝙧𝙖𝙩𝙘𝙝𝙚𝙩𝙩. The hunt night was exhilarating for her as she finally had peacefully killed her prey, hearing his sobs, his cries, threats and pleads even. Begging for his corrupt life and even trying to bribe his way out but nothing would've satisfied Maya except for the death of someone who sucked the blood of innocents.

This will be the biggest hunt they will ever face, and she wouldn’t deny that it is also scaring her. She turned to Karina, and she was probably thinking the same thing that was going on in her mind. They know. They definitely know. "It’s a murder of crows." She mumbled a code. The brooch they are wearing has a built in mic that connects to the hunters outside. It was the code they used to say that their mission had been discovered and that possible danger ensued. Karina bit her lower lip, not knowing how they would handle the situation.

The pursuit unfolded as a relentless dance between hunter and hunted, each move dictated by the stakes of rebellion and the pursuit of justice. Maximus, aware of the encroaching threat, forged ahead with a determination that echoed through the wilderness. The consequences of his actions loomed large, but the spark of defiance within him refused to be extinguished. The city of Athena, caught in the grip of a manhunt, braced itself for the inevitable clash between the forces of order and the spirit of rebellion.

There will be another hunting party before they declare the final winner hehe ***

“But she probably knows where their home base is, and friends her ex was close with. That’d give IT and scouts something to run with.” “Are they still considered your ex if they are dead?” I chuckled. Cody laughed. “I think the murder part constitutes a breakup, personally.” I walked over to one of the bookshelves that surrounded my office. Hunters had been the one topic it had been glaringly difficult to find information on. For the most part, we only had names of key hunters and tactics they used. They were incredibly skillful at running under the radar. Hell, Trevor didn’t even realize a Marsan had been under his nose for weeks.

“Hunt with me for proof. For tunnels. For the men who used a child’s toy to buy time. We don’t answer ransom. We bind them with money, power, and a network. When we pull, the earth will cough them up.” The wolf rumbled, not surrender, not refusal. Luther nodded slowly. I hit send. Drones launched. Feeds lit. Teams moved. The drawer clicked shut. The tablet lay mute and dark like a defeated animal. I hadn’t answered Iron Fang. I had built a hunt that would be inevitable.

Want a chance to be better than what I've become. The show ends. I retreat backstage. Wait. Midnight approaches. Mordaunt's hunters position themselves. Waiting for Callum. He doesn't come. Midnight passes. One AM. Two AM. Dawn approaches. The hunters relax. Think the target isn't coming. That's when I hear it. Footsteps. Quiet. Multiple people moving through the building. Callum and his crew. Coming at dawn. Just like I suggested. I smile. Small helps. Tiny advantages.

"Looks like you got into a hell of a fight for a couple of lost hikers." "We had a run-in with some wild dogs," Jordan rumbled, his voice low and tight. "We don't want any trouble." "I bet you don't." The third hunter pulled a smartphone from his pocket, glancing at the screen, then back at us. "State police put out a bounty broadcast this morning. Emergency alerts on every channel. A couple of runaway fugitives matching your exact description." My blood turned to ice. Magnus had gone public. He was using human law enforcement to tighten the net.

"Ampelio, you need to assign your elite members to stand guard outside. If anything goes wrong, your head is on the line." Ampelio rubbed his cheek. A few punches had left his face swollen like a balloon. Even though he was still angry, he wouldn't dare show any disrespect. Under Adelaide's gaze, he quietly answered, "Yes." He didn't even let a hint of dissatisfaction show. With Madison handled, it was time to deal with Hunt. When the official order arrived, his crimes were clearly summarized—committing multiple serious crimes, including rape, kidnapping, and murder; completely wicked. Hunt knew there was no escaping death this time.