Primal Hunter Book 10 Novels & Stories

she grinned, “you’d best get talking. Tell us everything you know.” The walls opened up as I talked, weaving a new narration that told them everything they needed to know, and missed out everything they didn’t. Duty filled my veins, and even the guilt couldn’t find its way back in. My blood burned with the weight of it, a relentless pounding that thudded alongside my bones, telling me that this was right, that this was what I’d been made to do. Every inch of my body was packed with muscle, and my skin was scarred from the fights I’d won. I was a hunter, no matter who I loved, no matter my morals. Beneath it all, I knew what I had to do.

Crystal Snow POV I tried my best to show him, love, to show him that for me, he is more important than his money. But it did not work. Hunter was and still is the most hunted man from New York, a billionaire who can have everything and anything at any time. He was forced to marry me, a simple woman just because he needed to look good in papers like a married man and a loving person. I was easy prey because of my red and long hair like fire, my blue sparkling eyes and my slim body. I was just the perfect wife but in reality, for him, I'm nobody.

"Didn't you tell it yet to the leaders of the village? "No. I want to hear first what happened to you." Flint nodded from what the alpha leader said and start to narrate what happened when he encountered the werewolf hunter. "Well, she's gorgeous and sexy. I meet her in the bar where humans just want to have fun. I didn't realize it was a trap because I don't sense anything from her nor if she was dangerous to be with." Kasper glared at him after what he said. "What?" Flint asked innocently.

Hello and Happy Summer to Everyone!! The sequel to "The Hunt" is called "The Dragon's Treasure" and it is being posted one chapter at a time on the web app here on Good Novel! (The first chapter will post this afternoon - June 14, 2022) You won't be able to find the book on the mobile version for a few months yet (it has to go through approval and I don't want to make it pay to read quite yet as I work through the story development and editing phases).

The primal instincts surged within him, guiding him through the underbrush as he focused on the sounds of the forest. Hudson's senses heightened as he caught the scent of a deer nearby. He paused, listening intently, then crept closer, his muscles coiling like a spring. With a burst of speed, he charged. After a swift and skilled hunt, he managed to bring down a deer, feeling the satisfaction of a successful chase. Hudson bit the deer's neck in his mouth, savoring the thrill of the hunt. He began walking back to Selena, eager to see his mate's reaction.

Her eyes fell on a book with a black cover, the gold letters reading: “The Art of Breaking Chains.” She pulled it free, curiosity winning, and curled into his leather chair. The chair was far too big for her, swallowing her small frame, but she felt oddly safe in it. Before she realized, her eyelids grew heavy. The book slipped onto her lap as she drifted into sleep. Hunter returned late, his mood thunderous after the ring, after Geret. His mind was sharp, his body burning with violence he hadn’t been able to unleash fully. But the instant he stepped into the quiet house, he sought her.

When I turned to look at Hunter, he was already looking at his twin, a glare on his face. "Hey, brother," Zion waved at Hunter and before I could blink, Hunter charged towards Zion with a growl, and in front of the class, Hunter shifted. Dear readers, thank you so much for following this book to this extent and for your votes, reads, comments, and precious gems. I really appreciate your support. I won't be able to update this book tomorrow because I'll be doing a quick edit to the work before I resume writing.

He caught a glimpse of Amira's head falling back against the couch and shortly after, his did to. The crisp wintery air kissed his nose, the snow crunched beneath his boots as he pushed forward into the night. Now that he knew what to expect, he was able to focus his senses on locating the Amira he knew now. The cold never reached him as he made his way forward, whether it was his own internal heat keeping it at bay or the memory itself. His ears would twitch every now and again to the distant voices of the Hunters heading near the clearing he was aiming for. As expected, he found Amira with her back to him and her hand resting on one of the trees. Her eyes scanned the clearing as the Hunter

He is standing with his back turned against me, his eyes trained on the other person. I focus on him instead. He looks stunned, his eyes widened, and his lips parted. “That is impossible,” he mutters, shaking his head. “That veil hasn’t been breached in years. Who could have…” “Only one breed,” he drawls. “Hunters.” “Shit!” I didn’t think they were going to figure it out so fast. My breath hitches in my throat when he angles his head a fraction, when everything suddenly stops, as if he can sense me.

It made everything louder. The metallic taste of Cassian's blood lingered on my tongue, now mingling with the acrid smell of charred flesh and the damp, earthy scent of rain-soaked ground. My body suddenly lurched forward, as if something wild and primal had awoken inside me, its fierce presence stirring restlessly just beneath my ribcage. Control slipped. Not gone. But cracking. The hunters ahead of me blurred. Not enemies. Prey. I pushed myself up, vision narrowing, heartbeat syncing with something darker. A man stumbled in front of me, adjusting his aim—