Primal Hunter Book 5 Novels & Stories

I can see the panic flicker in Hazel's wide eyes as she desperately tries to stay silent, her body tense with fear. I notice the faint sound of footsteps and the distant echo of a hunter's voice, searching diligently for us. If we remain perfectly still and silent, there's a chance he might overlook our hiding spot. Hunters were one of the mysterious creatures that inhabited these woods. They were incredibly fast, their piercing red eyes glowing ominously in the dark, yet they possessed a human-like appearance that made them even more unsettling. Their faces were gaunt, with sharp fangs visible when they snarled, and claws that gleamed dangerously beneath the moonlight. Their skin was extrem

" Understood eight twelve, reinforcement is already on the way." A child's birthday, oh god. Proles, these genetically engineered animals were monsters and Maddox had already seen with his own eyes what these beasts could do. He didn't want to imagine what she would be waiting for at her destination. But he would find out, because he was Venator, a state-approved hunter whose job it was to get the prole plague under control.

She asked, looking to Hunter. He shook his head somberly. “Remember what I told you the other night, Bella. When it comes to the Family—” “There are no coincidences,” Bella finished for him, collapsing back in the chair. “I also found this,” said Hunter, unzipping his jacket to reveal the scarlet book. It really looked more like a journal now that Bella was looking at it closely. He undid a bronze latch that was keeping the leather cover in place. There was no title that she could see, and the first few pages appeared blank save for a rather long handwritten dedication.

He then screamed back at me, “Freya, why are you not helping me? We need to get them out!” I sipped my beer and watched as the hunter in cell three was charging towards Finnley. I could have warned him, but he needed to realize, we couldn't just let these deranged hybrids out. He screwed his face up at me, clearly not happy with my lack of concern. He turned back around to face cell three, and as he did, the hunter had half shifted and then ran headfirst into the cell wall. Finnley startled, and then as he jumped backwards, he slipped and fell onto the floor.

I look back quickly, the last hunter is still pursuing me with his lascivious grin. “I'm gonna kill you chomp. This time, you will surely be my prey!” I can see him lining his eyes at the front sight of his rifle and pulling the trigger. A loud bang echoes followed by the bullet which tears through the flesh of my arm. I almost fall on impact, but manage to maintain my balance. At first, the pain was unbearable, but perhaps the adrenaline has already filled my body so that I can no longer feel the aching sensation. Though I watch my wound bleed and blood came spurting out from the gap. I cover it with my hand. I run like mad, desperate to escape from the hunter that is following me. My breat

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—

This is book 5. The final book of the series. 1. The Alpha's Mate Who Cried Wolf 2. The Alpha Who Cursed His Mate 3. The Alpha's Mate And The Vampire King 4. The Alpha King's Mate 5. The Alpha And Luna's Final Fate Nina 'That was such a beautiful story!' I smile.

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.”

Why can’t they work hard for their own food and money? Liam kills the engine of the black four-wheel drive and scrolls down his window, signalling for Helios to do the same. We came in separate vehicles; myself with Hunter and Liam in one car and Helios with the other two boys; Connor and Happy John in another. Seeing as Hunter only brought a few of us, I’m guessing he must be confident in taking down the man who opposed his ascension a few weeks ago. “You ready?” Hunter asks, looking at me. I give him a brief nod and he takes my hand in his. I am momentarily taken aback by the touch of his hand. His skin feels warm against my icy cold one and I quickly lower my eyes. Why am I acting so weir

Noon - call the hospital. 6 p.m. - check his temperature. Midnight - wolf suppressant. My handwriting. Adrian's fingers stopped just short of the paper. Five years ago, the injury to his inner wolf had left his body dangerously unstable. Some nights he burned with fever. On others, the wolf in him pressed close to the surface, frightened and half-mad with pain. I had been terrified too, but I never let him see it. His gaze moved to the wall beside the bedroom door.