Primal Hunter Book 5 Novels & Stories

Her eyes scan the ground to where the baseball bat lies between the two of them. "Oh, I don't need a weapon. Rather, I enjoy getting my hands dirty." Hunter declares, flexing his arm as he cracks his knuckles, making the tattoo of the scythe or a Grimm Reaper's blade twist on his arm in a menacing manner. The woman takes one look at the tattoo before gulping. Hunter takes a challenging step towards her, forcing her to take a step backward. The woman stumbles once more, petrified, as tears begin to slip from her eyes.

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

The Hunter shrieked, its humanoid form flickering, core unstable, energy surging unpredictably. We pressed forward, every strike coordinated, every movement a dance of survival and fury. My wolf surged, claws ripping, teeth sinking, energy spiraling outward in a living weapon. The Hunter’s core pulsed violently, splitting into multiple fragments, each one more powerful than before. It’s adapting faster than we can fight! Azrael shouted. We focused on the largest fragment, the core. Energy surged, claws striking, bond flaring. Each hit caused sparks to erupt, sending debris flying. The forest trembled under the sheer force.

I roll, kick, and slash, fighting off the werewolves that come at me anew from every side. I roll to my feet and twist to the right, slashing another werewolf across the face. He jumps back, howling in pain, blood pouring from his cheek. I turn to face all of them, slashing with my claws, screaming as loud as I can. But now they can see the darkness in my eyes. The death. And none dare come close. One by one, they all retreat. As the blood pulses in my veins, I feel strong, fast, powerful. I slowly come back to my senses. I am covered in blood. Warm, running over my paws. I lick some of it off my fur. It tastes like metal, like rust. It makes me feel strong, like nothing can hurt me.

His fingers flew across magical communication devices, comparing data points and tracking potential hunter movements. “The hunters are collecting Supernatural energies systematically,” Aiden continued, pulling up holographic maps that showed supernatural territories like complex chess pieces. “Your blood Aria is their primary objective. They believe your unique five-aspect could be the key to their ultimate ritual.” A vision hit me suddenly. Fragments of supernatural conflict crashed through my mind like violent waves. Crystal weapons. Harvested energy swirling in dark, malevolent patterns. I gasped, gripping Zane's arm for support, my five aspects suddenly alert and defensive.

Hello faithful readers. How do you do? I have been incognito for a while due to some hardware issues with my computer but I have found a way around that thanks to God. I am sorry for letting you all down and hope that wouldn't happen again. Now that I have that out of the way, there is an announcement to make. I am here to inform you that Book 1 of Hunters: The Prequel - Hunter Hunted - is over. And Book 2 begins today!

they" meaning the hunters, a group of Alphas, and other supernatural leaders. There was a ton of bloodshed and a rogue killed them. Kaelith's father rushed them to the hospital but it was too late. Keanu was left an orphan and he grew up exposed to the various rumors." "Wow that's a lot of information to take in," Vander blew out, clasping his hands together. "So this is all revenge on someone who doesn't deserve it?" I questioned, sitting up in my chair. "Do you know where this bastard lives?" "I know exactly where he lives." She stood up and motioned us to follow her. We exited the building and were greeted by the blistering cold air. I hugged my coat closer to my body as the snow on the g

He said, cleaning his dagger. "Then why did you?" He met my eyes. "Because you're not ready to die yet, Camryn. You've got questions that need answering." Behind us, Claire was sobbing. James had made it out. David was gone. Peter was gone. Two dead out of five. "Is it always like this?" I asked. "No," Amon replied. "Sometimes it's worse." And I understood now what it meant to be a Hunter. This wasn't a game. It was brutal survival.

But that feeling grew and swiftly turned into something heavy, one that kept me awake and restless in the dead of the night. And I had desperately searched for him after then because I woke up each morning with my dick hard and angry because he wasn’t there. But tonight, the wait was over. He was now standing here, in my house, in my room—no more running. The moment his shirt was opened, I could see his chest as it clearly rose and fell. My mouth watered at the sight. He spared a glance at me and quickly looked away with his ears turning red. The pale skin of his neck carried the evidence of what had transpired in the car.

Short chapter I know 😩😩 Just had to put this up Finally we're done with sin My longest book so far The Walker series has come to an end You can read them as a stand alone In the following order for better entertainment Faded (Walker series book 1) Tony's Book Running (Walker series book 2) Alex's Book Fallen Angel (Walker series book 3) Rhys's Book Possession (Walker series book 4) Ethan's Book Sin (Walker series book 5) Tristan's Book Thank you all for reading and voting my books I love y'all 🤩🤩