Primal Hunter Book 5 Novels & Stories

It seemed desolate, as if Jeniece had never come back since that day. A rusted rack caught his attention, and upon it lay a pile of books, their covers worn and edges worn. He reached for one, its brittle pages crumbling in his hands, each page stained with the yellow hue of age. These books, ancient and forgotten, held secrets that had been hidden in plain sight, truths we had been blind to. Just as Hunter began to delve into the faded words, a shiver ran down his spine. He wasn't alone. Instinctively, he spun around, his whip slicing through the air with deadly speed. But before the whip could find its mark, it was caught mid-strike.

"They won't hit someone who is mentally unstable. I've seen and dealt with situation that concerns someone who isn't in their right mind. They will most likely lock them up and wait for them to be rescued. So, don't worry, they won't hurt her." Terry knew these kinds of situations, and we all must trust her. After the fire, everyone set up camps on the beach. My stomach growls. I touched my stomach and groaned. "Hungry?" I look up and see Ares standing before me, holding a stack of bananas as he hands me one. "Thanks," I smile wryly and take the fruit. I peeled the skin and ate it immediately to fill my empty stomach. Ares sits next to me on the log and stuffs his face.

“Go back MacTire. Keep your eyes and ears open. The first stone has already been acquired. Now we hunt for the rest.” The End… TO BE CONTINUED… Because it’s never really the end. The Beta and Jewel Thief – Book 6 will be the next installment of The Delta’s Daughter Series. Follow Michael Pike Jr. as he navigates love, betrayal, a mate on the wrong side of the law and the most dangerous villain any of them have faced yet. ***Please remember to leave me a review, I hope you enjoyed this book.***

I hoped she let me help. Jarrett gave a curt nod. “So, we need to find Jones. I say we put him through our justice system since he involved us.” He gave a cynical smile to Kacela. “He hired a world renown werewolf hunter to take us out, afterall.” “Bad move,” Kacela said, face straight. That broke the tension and Nellie gave a curt laugh. “We need to find that bitch Julie, too,” she said.

“You know… you could join us.” “What?” “The hierarchy is fucked, Rig. You’d do so much better out here where wolves follow you because they want to, not because they’re scared. You and Cara would be a part of us—you know half those wolves out there have human mates, or are half-human themselves? Dad and the elders have been hiding a fucking scandal for decades. All this bullshit about wolves don’t have human mates, or mixing the bloodlines weakens them, it’s just so much bullshit. You saw how strong Ezekiel was, and he’s half human. His mother found a human mate and just left. She didn’t look back. When he heard about me, he came running—and he’s only Beta because he’s damn smart and solid a

............. Come on!” Bay cheered the drooling beast. "Show me what you can!" The crane, an Ursus prole, with the colors of the rising sun, crept around its victim, growling. He kept his eyes on the young, blond man's small handgun. He had learned in the years of his imprisonment. He knew how dangerous this thing was, that it meant pain. But he was hungry, so very hungry. And sometimes he even managed to grab a bite before the pain came.

I pulled away from Ambrosia for a moment and just looked back at her. “Us Reavers, the four High Priests, myself and my brothers, we are immortal in every sense of the word. We can't be killed, can't die naturally. So far, there has been nothing that can kill us in all the millennia’s we have been here... That offers a very long and lonely life watching those you love pass, when you know you will never... Regular Reavers will not die naturally, but there are things that can kill them. For instance, The Darkness that Raphael and Rayne battled recently with. The Darkness actually killed Rayne, and The Shadows brought her back. I wasn’t personally there, but I have heard Raphael tell the story.

Especially if the omega wore that yellow band. Within five minutes, the forest was filled with muted screams as the first of the prey were being caught. Over 3,000 omegas had started in this year's hunt. Based on the new rules, every omega in the Hunt had a corresponding hunter searching for her, waiting to drag her off to a new life in a new tribe. To catch and claim your mate, you had to mark her. That meant biting her neck in possession. The combination of a bite, along with the adrenaline and endorphins of the chase meant most prey passed out from the overload to their system. The hunter had to then carry their prey back to the castle before it was official. Almost all of the hunters dra

I fired one last time, hitting him strait between his soulless eyes. He fell to a quivering mass on the ground and I hit the top of the roof twice, letting Aaron know we were alone again. The green Ute slowed to a crawl, but didn't stop. I slipped my gun back into it's waiting home and dropped to a crouch, searching the nearest bags for the extra bulb the boys had brought back with the new food supplies. The adrenalin rush had left me breathless and shaky, but I needed to fix the light. The longer it was out, the longer we had a direct, unlit path to the car.

His mind was blank for a second. Later on, he found himself licking her blood and slowly biting between the neck and the shoulder of the hunter. Little by little his teeth are pressing on her skin. But before he completely bite her, he was back to his sense. He was stunned for a few seconds. His hand starts trembling while looking at his face of Accalia. He wanted more, he wanted to bite her, and he wanted to mark the hunter. But when he remember the face of her mother, he feel guilty about what he was doing. Instead of biting the hunter, he bites his arm until fresh blood flows in it.