Primal Hunter Book 10 Novels & Stories

Power will change, Revenge will change But the only thing that will not change will be . . . The Resurrection of the Thunder wolf. Next book titled : Thunder wolf ( book 2)

Kane screamed in his loudest voice and everyone left whatever they were doing. They were returning to the Pack but it was already too late. There were more than twenty hunters among them who had invaded the Pack. Kane had to run back to save those he could save Even when he knew it was dangerous. The Hunters shot most of them with the silver bullet mixed with wolfsbane. Those who were not shot were able to run inside and the whole Chambers was shot. Kane didn't follow the rest of them that were inside the Chambers. He was trying to speak with the Hunters to see if they would change their thoughts against them.

She took a few shots of what happened and stood there watching with a slow surge of panic that slowly built up in her body. Just as she was there staring at the scene, the sharp eyes of the Z clan men went in the direction where Thyra stood on the cliff. Thyra noticed this too but didn't falter her gaze as it looked as if they were engaged in an eye battle. One of the Z clan men muttered to his colleagues, "She is going to be the first hunt of Alpha Ryker." On hearing this, Alpha Ryker's eyes quickly spun in the direction where the Z clan men stared with a glare so ferocious that if it were possible, Thyra would have fallen dead immediately. It was as if he was marking his prey to be his fir

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?

Here is Chapter 4 of Hunter's Prey. The next full moon rose huge and bright over the forest. Damien’s heart pounded as Luka led him through the trees toward the edge of his old hunter camp. The bond between them burned hot in his chest. His body already dripped slick down his thighs with every step. His cock hung heavy and hard, leaking steadily. The shift wanted to come again, pulled by the moon and by the alpha walking beside him. Luka stopped at the tree line. They could see the camp clearly. Four hunters sat around a fire, rifles close, talking about the missing Damien and the beast that took him. Their voices carried on the night air.

“You hesitate and it could cost you your life or the life of the hunters working with you.” I nod but I can’t focus on his words. I know the spiel. He’s said them over and over to me when he first started training me at five. By seven, he’d taken me on my first hunt. By 10, I’d killed my first wolf; a rogue that we’d tracked for weeks. We’d found him in a home, a woman dead beside him as he gorged on her flesh. It had been an easy choice…I hadn’t even winced when I pulled the trigger and ended the pitiful monster’s life.

Nothing felt like enough. “Silas,” I whispered, pressing my hands to his chest. His breathing was shallow, his body too still. The scent of silver mixed with blood was suffocating. The hunters were getting closer. I could see their shadows through the gaps in the trees, hear their low voices cutting through the air. I squeezed my eyes shut, muttering a prayer to anyone who might be listening. A shift in the wind made my breath catch. A familiar voice rang through the air. “Let’s wrap this up! We’ve got enough!”

I dragged myself off the floor and into the bathroom to wash all the blood off me and bandage my wounds. It was a painfully slow process. I had never gotten hurt when hunting before. Never. That was partly because I didn’t hunt and partly because in all my practice, I was a silent killer. I never engaged in fights. I ambushed and killed. There were times when I felt guilty about that style, never giving the animals a fighting chance, but I thought it was better in the long run. They would still loose, werewolves were at the top of the food chain with the exception of Lycans, although they had died out so long ago that they were now nothing more than a myth. By attacking them and ending it qu

I should behave. *** The hood was finally pulled off, and I squeezed my eyes shut against the sudden light. When I opened them again, my vision slowly cleared. The first thing I saw was a staircase. The second was a man. He stood at the top of the stairs as he belonged there, like everything beneath him was his by right. Dark hair fell carelessly over his forehead. His eyes were even darker from where I stood. Tattoos curled up the side of his neck and disappeared beneath the open collar of his black shirt.

She promised that she would be there at Hunter's house soon, though. Going back to sleep was much more peaceful now that the Arab prince was aware that his hungry, alone, and mentally exhausted friend wasn't going to be alone. *** Hunter sat in his bed flipping pages of a non-fiction book regarding stock market. He held the book in his wounded and burnt hand. The deep red on his wrist stood out on his otherwise fair arm. The sting seemed to have become bearable since Hunter's face was back to being stoic again. His stomach was rumbling, but after burning his hand, he had no wish to go down and try again. He was trying to distract the pangs of hunger when the sound of an engine cutting down i