Primal Hunter Book 5 Novels & Stories

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.)

Through the break stepped a figure that made every instinct scream "run." It looked human at first glance. Male, tall, dressed in armor that seemed to be made of compressed starlight. But its eyes... its eyes were voids. Empty spaces in reality that hurt to perceive. "Phoenix," it said, voice like grinding stone. "Storm. Merged." It tilted its head, studying us with those terrible non-eyes. "Impossible. Forbidden. The mixing of primordial forces." "Who are you?" Derek demanded, pulling me behind him. "I am Hunter Prime. First of the First. Keeper of the Old Laws." It took a step forward, and reality rippled around it. "You have committed the ultimate violation. Phoenix and Storm were never m

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.

“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.

He took it from me with a smile. “Good job, flower. Now, recite the rules on the way home.” We began to head towards the house where I knew my mother would be waiting for us with sandwiches and chips. He eyed me sideways, waiting patiently. I walked silently for a moment. “Rule 1: the safety needs to be on when you are not actively hunting. Rule 2: Never aim at another person. Rule 3: Only kill what you have to, nothing more. Rule 4: Have respect for every living creature. If your shot doesn’t kill them, end their lives fast. Rule 5: Always shoot to kill.”

" 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

"It’s a trick! They want you weak so they can finish us!" The hunters didn't wait for my answer. They were machines of bone and steel, their eyes glowing with a cold, violet light. The man in the black mask pointed a heavy silver cannon at us. "Kill the mother! Capture the seed!" he roared. A blast of violet energy tore through the air. I dived to the left, pulling Leo against my chest. The beam hit a glass bookshelf, sending a rain of sharp crystal shards across the floor. Rowan lunged at the nearest hunter, his claws tearing through its metal neck, but three more took its place. They were fast, moving with a mechanical precision that made my heart race.

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.

He never touched me without asking. He taught me to read maps, to shoot a crossbow, to track deer through the ruins of the old world. He held me after nightmares … because he had them too, because his father had turned feral during the Burning, slaughtered an entire human settlement while trapped inside his own body, screaming for someone to kill him. Rylan carried the same curse. Sometimes he blacked out. Woke up with blood on his hands. Wolves under his command were found dead. He never hurt me…I fell in love with him anyway.

“We all know the only way hunters would have made it through that veil is if access was granted to them. And…” “One of us,” I sigh, feeling a migraine coming on. Luca and Nyra are right. Someone who has the power to scale through that veil unscathed must have helped them. And it cannot have been a regular pack member. It’s someone much stronger. “And how are we even sure they are hunters?” Nyra says, her hand reaching for a shirt on the floor before she decides against it, the look of disgust in her eyes. “I mean, it could be anything, right?”