Romans & histoires Books Like Primal Hunter

What excuse did the people have for being here? Shaking my head, I put my arms on my knees and noticed the scratch on the back of my hand. I got it today when we were hunting the Candir. Canis proles, or the descendant of dogs, who appeared to be a mixture of a golden retriever and a polar bear. When I tried to avoid the huge paws, my hand hit the bike stand. It had hurt a lot, but it was better than being caught by those snow-white beasts. Especially since his companion was lurking right behind it. I knew the Venator's job was dangerous, but would I really get injured every time I hunted? Even if it was just such small scratches?

There was also a dining table in the middle of the room. The cages that held the kidnapped hunters, were a lot better than the bare ones that Finn and I had been kept in. I made sure that if I did this, the hunters would have comfort at least. Each cell had a soft double bed, a fluffy rug in the middle, a laptop and a mini-fridge. They had whatever books, comics or magazines they wanted too. I even had them install a toilet and little sink, and they had a drape that they could pull around them, so that they could have some privacy. Some of the hunters smashed their stuff up, but I just kept replacing it. They eventually got bored, knowing that it wasn't achieving anything. The council had mo

“All these years and I thought you were ready to be announced to the counsel. They were interested in you Evangeline but now, I don’t know if you are ready.” I sighed. We’d been playing this game for the entire week. I knew what he wanted. I’d given in, which was worse than hesitating. I ground my teeth together and pulled myself up to my feet. I swayed for a moment as vertigo hit and fresh pain tore through my body. I was pretty sure he’d broken several ribs and maybe even ruptured my spleen. My eyes flicked toward the table where the healing elixir sat. It would fix my body…a hunter’s secret weapon. How else would hunters have survived all these millennia? We needed magic to heal our bodie

I start to head north when I get another link from Jace. Kade coming your way fast. I just caught sight of the rogue headed that way and it looks like there’s a hunter on his tail. Looks like he went too far south and got spooked back this way. Thanks for the heads up. I’m on it. I close the link again and turn back south keeping my eyes peeled for any movement and my ears up listening for the chase. After a few minutes I think Jace may have been a little off in telling me the direction, when I hear the faint sound of a dirt bike. That must be the hunter chasing after the rogue. We need this one since the last one we had decided to kill himself, and with the woman this morning we have even m

She should've had her guard up, but she was too freaked out from reading about Garin's mom. The younger shifters had told scary stories around the campfires about a blue-eyed demon who killed unwary wolves in a very particular way. They named her The Huntress. To this day, that name sent spikes of ice down Willow's spine. The Huntress was said to kill her victims slowly, using blades instead of bullets or arrows.

The scent of pine and damp earth filled his nostrils, mingling with the heady aroma of nature's raw vitality. His pursuit was singular, focused. The rogue wolf, a shadowy figure ahead, moved between the trees like a ghost, its movements fluid and instinctive. Noah's lips curled into a half-smile as he surged forward, his muscles flexing with every powerful stride. The thrill of the hunt ignited his senses, connecting him to his base primal instincts.

He was a great hunter. “Yes, no caribou*, no squirrel has a chance!” he agreed. That was the right moment to rescue my mate, to have her in my arms, completely, and in reality. *Join my group, T. R. Durant's Realm of Light and Fire for more info on my books and paperbacks* *Elks from North America

This told me she wasn’t ashamed or embarrassed about her that side of her bloodline. A child can’t choose their parents. So it would be different if she rejected that side of herself. Seeing it for the evil it was. But this was not the case. As it was, I wasn’t sure if I could accept her as my Mate and the Luna of my pack. I ran and ran as fast as I could to work off my aggression. Eventually I smelled prey, following the scent I spotted a male white-tail deer. Finally. Running had helped my aggression slightly, but nothing was better than a good hunt to vent out negative emotions. I carefully stalked it waiting for the proper moment. When the deer stopped to eat I took my opportunity. I pou

I nod and sigh because this is just one more thing to add to the ever-piling list of mysteries in the Ironclaw pack. I do have one lead though, at least one that seems to be making some headway. I ask Priam again, “Have you found anything about Hunter and Oliver yet?” Priam’s response is a low amused chuckle that turns his tone dark as he responds, “You might want to put Hunter on a call after this one.”

“Tell me what you know.” Rahl leaned closer. “The first kill is a pivotal moment, as it awakens something primal in them. Many hunters call it ‘The Beast.’ Something in them craves the thrill of the hunt and the taste of enemy blood and battle. It’s what fully unleashes you as a hunter.” The feeling she had during the fight came back to her. It was both exhilarating and terrifying. But how long until her ascension? After the fight, she expected it to happen right away.