Books Like Primal Hunter Novels & Stories

As the rabbit lay there, lifeless in my grasp, I couldn't help but feel a sense of shame wash over me. What was I doing, chasing and killing innocent creatures like this? It wasn't who I was, or at least it wasn't who I wanted to be. But as I stood there, panting and covered in blood, I realized that I had no control over my actions. I was a slave to my primal instincts, unable to resist the urge to hunt and kill. It was then that I realized the true horror of what I had become. I was a monster, a creature of darkness and destruction. And there was no turning back. I tried to resist the call of the hunt, to resist the urge to chase and kill. But it was no use. My primal instincts were too st

He rambles, before looking back down at his laptop. Odd, I swore he told me I needed to wake up. I just shrugged it off and looked back up at the books. I stopped walking when I saw an old book that belonged to his grandma. It was a book about the wolf people. I bit my lip. I looked over at Hunter again. “Do you believe in the stories of the shapeshifters and the wolf people?” I questioned him, debating if I should tell him or not. I chew on my bottom lip.

I sprang from behind the oak tree, targeting the flank. A lean, russet-colored wolf turned toward me, eyes wide with surprise that quickly hardened into hate. He lunged, snapping at my foreleg. I didn't dodge. The wolf in me—the silver huntress—knew that dodging cost energy. Instead, I met his charge. I dropped my shoulder, slamming into his chest. The impact jarred my teeth, sending a shockwave through my skeleton, but he was the one who went flying. He hit the ravine wall with a grunt, breathless.

It seemed desolate, as if Jeniece had never come back since that day. A rusted rack caught his attention, and upon it lay a pile of books, their covers worn and edges worn. He reached for one, its brittle pages crumbling in his hands, each page stained with the yellow hue of age. These books, ancient and forgotten, held secrets that had been hidden in plain sight, truths we had been blind to. Just as Hunter began to delve into the faded words, a shiver ran down his spine. He wasn't alone. Instinctively, he spun around, his whip slicing through the air with deadly speed. But before the whip could find its mark, it was caught mid-strike.

Can’t. Your feet are glued to the ground, your body is frozen and your heart is beating million times a minute. It’s that moment for me. Because something primal inside you already knows… You’re not the hunter anymore. You are the prey. I am the prey. And, you are his prey. And in that moment— I was. ____ A. Gupta

The two of us walked around and it wasn’t until I caught sight of one book that my attention seemed to diverge completely from the place that we were in. “Hunter? How do you have a copy of this?” I asked, and he smiled, clearly letting me know that he expected this book to catch my attention. “You know, when you told me that you knew about the hunters and wolves actually being allies, I was amazed. It was something written here in the book. This book in particular was made by the first hunter Morozov and MY great grandfather.” He said, and she frowned in confusion. “The first hunter was a Morozov?”

Zane I found myself in the pack library at midnight, surrounded by books I’d single-handedly picked out—mainly to avoid questions from Ezra. ‘Pregnancy and the Wolf: A Comprehensive Guide. Maternal Health in Shifter Populations. The First Year: What to Expect When Expecting a Pup.‘ The titles alone made me feel ridiculous like some anxious first-time father instead of an Alpha securing his lineage.

It would never work, she would never be accepted by me or my pack. “What do you suggest then? Because I can’t kill you or I will die. You can’t stay away from me too long or you will rip yourself to shreds.” “How do you know about that?” “It’s in the book,” I point to the one that I had given to her. “Females can’t stand being away from their mates. Though I’m not sure how that works for female couples. It is why you have been sleeping better, why you haven’t been having nightmares. It’s why you let me reassure you.”

he got interrupted but he still shaked her hand. " There is nothing to apologize about. Tell me, what's your department?" She asked. " Wolf hunting." The answer came as a shock. " Do people still involve themselves in things like that. Like imagine this is kind of weird, a werewolf. I have to say, I have never seen one before. But I have studied a lot about that and I was surprised that werewolves were not among the earliest extinction. Infact they are just natural selections. So tell me, how many have you hunted?"

I smiled to myself, a quick, flashing grin, easily convinced. Being a hunter may not be in my blood, but it was who I was. I’d been brought up by two hunters, two hunters that had travelled the word in the pursuit of various supernatural creatures, ranging from wendigos to ghosts to shifters. I was fine. I would be fine. “That was some good work today, Cals,” my Paps chirped as we reached the cars. “A very quick response. That might have been what saved her.” “Thanks, Paps,” I smiled, a little wearily. The thought of a ten hour shift at the diner was less than appealing, but at least it was relatively stress free. I doubted any more lifeless bodies would turn up there, at the very least.