Manhunt の小説・ストーリー

The one who had tormented Naina and obsessed over Rehan for years. “No, wait—” Shama stammered, her voice cracking. “I-I’m not Shanaya. You have the wrong person!” The man’s smile was cold, almost pitying. “Amnesia? That’s the best you can come up with?” He took a step closer, his gaze never leaving hers. Shama pressed herself against the wall, panic gripping her chest like a vice. “Please, listen—” He raised a hand, silencing her with a look. “Do you think you can trick me, Shanaya?” he whispered, his voice dangerously soft. “I’ve known you all my life. You can fool Rehan with your games, but not me.”

After that, a different kind of satisfaction came across me. I enjoyed hunting these human hunters, thus, killing 10 werewolves and being the youngest and best werewolf hunter. Rendall killed 8 werewolves which are also not that bad, Quinn is setting poisonous traps and putting some on the bows granting her 4 kills. We make a great team. “Let’s go, Raffi.” I turned and saw Rendall brushing his mid-length hair using his fingers. “Are you going on a date?” I asked him as I scanned his clothes.

My hand instantly held its cold metal sheath. No way. It is mine. While they are still arguing about petty stuff, we started sprinting towards the alley. “They are running away!” The bald man shouted, but we already reached the alley. “Chase after them.” I looked back, only to see the three men jumping up to the roof. Well, that's insane. They are human, are they not? My eyes took a gaze to those who are left behind. “Well, let the hunt…” Black-haired smirked at me before he left my sight after taking a right turn.

Debbie could run into all sorts in the city; muggers, con-artists, and child molesters. He broke out into a sweat at the thought. If anyone harmed her, he would kill them, plain and simple. He started rubbing his forehead. Life was strange. When he first came back to New York, he was looking for the love of his life. He had ended up finding his lost love. Now, he was on the hunt for a child he never knew he had. “We’ll find her, Charles,” Calvin said with confidence. “If we don’t, the NYPD will.”

“You may follow the marked paths, but you are not required to remain on them. If you reach sanctuary before sunrise, you must cross fully through the temple doors before claiming protection.” His gaze hardened. “Standing near the boundary will not save you.” A nervous laugh came from somewhere along the line. No one joined it. “If you are physically restrained by a hunter and he declares his claim before an official witness, your Hunt is over.” Aldric turned toward us. “Hunters may claim only one participant. Once declared, a claim cannot be abandoned or exchanged.” His eyes moved across the Alphas. “No hunter may cross the white boundary until the second horn sounds. Anyone who leaves early

“We're ready to move.” I gave a single nod and followed them out into the open air for the first time in what felt like an eternity. Fresh wind struck my face. Dropships waited beyond the shattered entrance, their engines humming as rescue personnel secured the perimeter. As we boarded, Officer Brynn fell into step beside me. “The rat forces responsible for your capture have been eliminated, Your Highness,” he reported quietly. “The nest has been destroyed, and the surviving hostiles have been taken into custody.” I stared out across the scarred landscape. “So it's over.”

The police had to get involved, there were two police cars out the front of the diner. Ducking under the police tape, Damien stepped into his diner, he was feared by everyone, humans, wolves and vampires alike, he was known as the Blood Alpha and that was not just because Blood is his surname. Her sent hit him sending him into a short sense of euphoria, he had finally found her his mate after, eighteen years of searching he had finally found her.

Callum tried to be precise and accurate this time. For the fucking 5th time. And he couldn’t catch a hamster. Seriously. With the power he now had being a vampire and a wolf. Jeez. He took his mark. And focused. He blocked everything in his mind. The buzz from the pack. The encouragement from Dad, even when he wasn’t Swift. He could hear them. He blocked all teases from Max and the Betas in the pack. He zoomed out everything except for the little white creature who was grazing and nibbling on the grass.

"Yeah, well. Thought you might want in." Miles instantly frowned, already feeling uneasy. "In on what?" Calix was silent on the other line for a moment. Then, with that same smooth ease that never quite matched the violence he dealt in, he said, "A hunt." Miles' blood ran cold. A hunt wasn't just a job. It wasn't about settling debts or collecting payments. It meant tracking, cornering and eliminating. It meant someone had made it onto Adrian's personal hit list. And Adrian never played fair.

For a moment, it looked like Antonio wouldn’t drop it, but the moment floodlights detonated the darkness and SUVs poured into the driveway, he slowly set the pistol on the marble and kicked it away. The click echoed louder than the engines dying in sequence outside the mansion. Boots hit the floor in disciplined violence and soon red dots crawled over his chest, throat, face. At least twelve rifles. From the wall of uniforms stepped Breanna. Helmet off, hair pulled back and eyes cold as the North Pole. “Antonio Hunt,” she called, raising the paper high “I have a warrant for your arrest. Murder. Organized criminal enterprise.” She flicked it open, letting the seal catch the light. “You have t