Primal Hunter Book 11 Audiobook Release Date Novels & Stories

" I also have to go. I think I will take your advice. I will go to the wood and check if I can hunt on my own, without my head of department. So, goodbye, I'll see you tomorrow. " " Of course you will. So friends, right? " She said bringing out her hand for a handshake. Logan looked at her and her outstretched hand and at her again, then he smiled. He shaked her of course we are friends. " Then she hurried off to her mum who was standing akimbo. " Sorry mama, sorry for keeping you waiting, " she said as she held her mom's hand. " Let's go. " Logan hurriedly went to the woods, he dropped his backpack and went deeper into the woods, hoping to find a werewolf he can hunt. He took out his silver

“Listen to me seriously. This is kind of important for our future here. For the three of us…” … With Jaskier’s help, we were able to get the ancient book from the royal library. And just like the revelation, it was locked. Piper picked the lock with her hairpin, making me gain access to the book. I read through it, night and day wondering what Lady Archer was talking about. What exactly did she mean by my answers where in it? “Going for breakfast hunt today?” Emily called out one day. “Will skip.” I remarked, so engrossed in the book. I needed to find answers but it seemed like I wasn’t finding anything.

I nodded to Xavier, he had every right to hate me, and if that made him feel better, then I would take it. I closed my eyes as he raised the knife and waited for him to plunge it deep into my chest. To be continued… (This book is a Duet, the Hunter and The Hunted. The Hunted i still being written, please see my website for more information. It is on my to be written list after I finish my final revisions of my main series and the spin off completion.)

You get your mate and it changes your life. This book will merge with book 1. Hunter and Hannah's journey is in book 3. Will take place when he gets home and wakes up. Look for Book 3 to the series August 1st

A man on foot had broken free of his hiding spot and was gunning it after us, running at an impossible speed. I didn't need to see the light sucking black surrounding his pupils, annihilating the whites of his eyes to know what he was. I could tell by the way his arms jerked as he bounded towards us, closing the gap between hunter and prey. I slipped my gun from the holster strapped to my thigh and let off three rounds the same instant the front tire ran a hole, jarring my shots and sending them wide. "Keep it steady!"

Why had they stopped? A figure walked from the center of the hunters, a red cloak blowing behind it. Something glinted in the moonlight as it approached. Whoever it was, was small and petite. A gust of wind ripped the hood from its head and pale hair spilled out. "The Huntress," Rashida hissed, the venom in her voice causing the pack to wince. "No mercy, whatever it takes. We will wipe them from this place. Now!" She howled a blood-curdling shriek. The pack joined, their voices intertwining to create one eerie low that echoed through the night.

As she made her way to the living room, she called back, “Let’s get to work” Tara followed obediently. She hadn’t noticed the large cloth sack Maggie carried until the old woman reached inside and pulled out a thick, leather bound book. Tara stretched forward to take a closer look. The book showed years of wear. The binding was worn thin and the pages were yellowed. At the end of a long black ribbon that was glued within the binding of the book was an octagon shaped crystal that measured one and one-half inches in length and one inch in diameter.

He moved with me, keeping his arm around my waist and trailing the fingers of his other hand around my kneecap. “I’ve been around a long time,” he hummed. “And you aren’t the first hunter I’ve met. Besides,” he added, with a wry smile, “my very existence goes against the laws of nature. It would be… ill-advised of me to doubt the existence of other supernatural beings.” I made a non-committal sound in the back of my throat. He smiled. “Maybe that could be our first hunt together. The ghost of Wiley Manor.” I snorted at that. “Sounds like a terrible name for an equally terrible book.”

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.

"I was a maid, a servant, a ghost. I was nothing. But I am not invisible anymore. I am the Primordial Queen. And I am coming for the Council." The three Alphas fell into step beside me—one on each side, one at my back. We walked toward the treeline, leaving the Ashford Estate to crumble into the dust of history. The blood moon had set. The sun was rising. And for the first time in my life, I wasn't running from the shadows. I was walking into them. Because the shadows were where the monsters hid. And I was the one hunting them now. END OF CHAPTER 19