Primal Hunter Novels & Stories

They moved like ink drops in water, their forms shifting between human and geometric shapes. **The Original Hunters.** They didn't carry weapons. They carried "Prisms"—small, floating crystals that sucked the color out of everything they touched. "**[IDENTIFIED: PRIMARY ENERGY SOURCE,]**" the Hunters spoke, their voices echoing directly in our minds like the scratching of a needle on a record. "**[VESPERA. RETURN TO THE VAULT. THE COLLECTION IS INCOMPLETE.]**" "Get behind me!" I roared, stepping in front of the huddled Pack.

- Aren't you ashamed to attack a lonely girl? Now I know who owns the voice. Casius in person. The hunters turned their attention to him. The Primordial did not waste time in vain and in a matter of seconds, with sharp, confident movements, he killed several people. The smile spoke of the obvious pleasure that he gets from what is happening. The next moment, three more fell to the ground. However, none of them managed to do anything. Taking advantage of the confusion and confusion of the enemy, she turned into a she-wolf. Pieces of clothing scattered in all directions. Heck! If I stay alive, how will I stomp around the city naked?

The gun followed. The councilman stood near the back door. Tyler was lodged just in the open doorway, flat on his back, his entire body boneless and lax. Was he passed out? Had Primpton hit him on the head? Drugged him? Not two feet away, Hunter lay on the floor, blood pooling under a bullet wound in his shoulder. The red puddle seeped across the floor, spreading across the blue T-shirt that stretched across his wide chest. Fear gripped her throat, choked her. Dear God, she’d always known Primpton was whacked, but a murderer? He’d truly come here to kill, and she was at the top of his hit list.

It was a visceral clash of instincts. Part of him—the primal alpha who had survived the darkest pits of human violence and carved out a sanctuary in the mountains—felt an overwhelming surge of unbridled pride. His bloodline was strong. His firstborn was a hunter who could strike in the dark without a sound, displaying a predator efficiency that most adult wolves could only envy after years of pack training.

"I can't believe to see you here." He turned and saw a girl, maybe a junior, a camera on her hand. The blush on her cheeks looked appealing to him. Good thing that in 300 years of his existence, he could control now his hunger for flesh. By instinct, Primes hunt the prey at night in full moon once they were in full form, on their strongest mode. But their way of food cycle brought them trouble as human law sentenced it as murder. Gaining attention wasn't always good but they couldn't help who they were. It was on their 200th year that Algene fell in love with a human and adapt their ways of living. Conscience broke him and changed his perspective and they all made a pact not to harm. He dism

Still confused about what he is saying because my dad has never discussed this with me before he died. “ I told your dad to discuss it with you but he always tells me it isn't time for you to know. Now he is gone you have to know your lineage. Like I said you are from the generation of hunters. Your lineage has always been the leaders of the Hunter's. Now your dad is dead, you are to take over from him. The mantle has been passed to you. Hunters are the ones who hunt werewolves.” I sobbed as tears trickled down my eyes. I couldn't hold it

“I will kill him with my bare hands.” Ah, I so wish that was possible. Hunter knows that Dante and I are both primordial wolves, hell I wonder how it must feel for him, when we were in the last year of the academy. We graduated early, at twenty-one, Hunter- then twenty-five taught us everything we needed to know about daggers, knives, swords, and how to throw a punch in the right place. It must be unbelievable that the person he once trained with has the guts to kill his little sister; I place a hand on his shoulder, offering my comfort and warmth. We both stare at our wives without saying a word.

The beta said, neatly placing the daggers and blades on the table. "Hunters….." Evelyn muttered, the word rolling out of her tongue leaving a bitter taste. "Who's hunters?" Rain asked before flopping down on one of the chairs. "Hunters are humans or sometimes other supernatural beings like us, " Scarlett started, "Humans were the first ones known as hunters. They used to hunt us and other supernatural beings like us because they were afraid of our power but that changed long ago. Now, hunters include humans, vampires, and even werewolves. They're a group of people who kill and attack people when they are offered money for the job." Scarlett heaved a sigh. "Hunter attacks are surprising which

Covering up the hole with some moss, she dusted off her dress and hurried home, her thoughts of the Hunters exposing her long gone. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ "They're here! The Hunters have arrived!" The cries of the young boys ran through the whole village, many men and women coming out to see the sight. Liam riding in front, followed by nine other men, all on horseback. On the back of Liam's horse was the dead carcass of a mountain lion, and his quiver held an unusual number of arrows. Instead of the standard twelve like the rest of the men in his party, it held 15, two from the archer who had shot the beast earlier, as well as the arrow aimed to warn him.

"I have a lot that I need to explain to you, and I don't want to overwhelm you. She took a deep breath and nodded at me to continue. "As I said before, I am a hunter in an organization called The Vindicta. I have been training since I was ten years old. My parents were killed in an attack by a rogue werewolf and Liam, and I were rescued by Ard’al. He took us in and was a father to us. When it came time for the trials I won. I became a hunter and I've been going on mission after mission ever since. Ard’al told me when I became a hunter that we all have one destined person, a soul mate. We already have a bond, but it won't fully form until we accept each other completely."