Primal Hunter Novels & Stories

One day he decided to walk into the woods and no one has ever seen him since. My name is Lucas Harrison. I am considered the best tracker and hunter in the town. Not only animals but also Paranormal beings. All-day and all night, people in our town searched, lighting the way with flashlights and lanterns. Searching with dogs and carrying shotguns. It all seemed like a horror movie waiting to happen.

He didn't question his feelings because he had to find Oceanna. “Uh guys; why the hell is Hunter's arms glowing, and is he turning blue?” Ji'lahni asked in awe as everyone stared at Hunter, his body glowed with blue hieroglyphics just like Warlus. “He's Oceanna's mate and she is in danger, so his primal instincts are to find his mate by any means necessary.” Makahi said as he watched his warrior walk into a see of aliens who charged at him but stopped dead in their tracks. The aliens started clawing at their throats as their bodily fluids started coming out every part of their body, before their dried out body crumbled to the ground.

My stomach dropped. "What?" He nodded. "I hired investigators to find you after you dared to run from me that morning. It took them a week to find you." Something was slamming hard against my rib cage in a really violent way. I knew what it was. My heart. "I found out who you were—Matteo Leone, a twenty three year old bisexual man, living in your father's house like a prisoner." He leaned forward slightly. "I learned everything about you—your urm... useless family, and your situation within hours of funding you."

Everyone was dead, but me. Turning back, I finally put a face to the voice. Her skin was covered in freckles and her hair was a wild brown, like she had stuck her finger in a socket. She was carrying a gun in her hands, but what stood out to me was her outfit. I’d seen it once before, in school. It was the Hunter’s uniform. The patch on her arm confirming it. Hunter’s were mercenaries for hire. Killers for hire, really. The non-magical in the supernatural world. They once were on a death march against all supernaturals, but now they were just raised on how to kill them and were sold to the highest bidder.

...Sienna POV... This had to be it. The end was near. I could feel it. I was practically begging for my end to come. It had been at least two days since Hunter attacked me and left me here to die. I knew Hunter's reputation. He was the formidable Reaper. People rarely survived his wrath. Rather, he was given the reputation of the Reaper because of his merciless actions toward his victims.

Paul says. “What kind of reward?” “Free drinks for life.” He points, and sure enough, it does say that on the bottom of the flyer. “The pack will supply regular game here so that whoever catches her can be assured that their tab is always paid.” Well, that’s tempting. And besides, if I’m the one to turn Lyra in, Butch and the rest of my pack will have to acknowledge that I’m as good a hunter as I’ve always claimed to be. They won’t be able to push me around anymore. The whole shifter community will finally have to acknowledge my prowess.

He doesn't really show his feelings on the outside, but is still very protective and caring. We live in a large village near the southern climate states. Our village is called La Freccia d'Oro. It means the golden arrow. La Freccia d'Oro is the largest village of hunters in the United States, and the third largest in the world. Hunters are mortal beings with a few peak human physical abilities: strength, agility, speed, reflexes, accuracy, and endurance. Due to their gifts, hunters are sent to a private academy instead of a normal school. The private academy is called L'Accademia dei Cacciatori, or The Hunters Academy, and it is used for hunters to learn how to properly put their gifts to us

AVA’s POV The night of Hunter’s challenge finally came. Me, Jared, Brock, and Syria all came along to be by his side. As we all entered the arena, everyone was screaming and cheering for Hunter’s name. It was fifty-fifty actually. But most are women, making my wolf growl lowly knowing how many women wanted our mate. I mean look at him. His toned muscles are visible as he is wearing nothing but boxers and shorts. Compared to his father who was wearing a massive armor in his body, Hunter is indeed a god.

The hunters knew that they were getting close. They crept forward, their weapons at the ready, until they caught sight of Tate standing in a clearing, his massive form silhouetted against the moonlit sky. Without hesitation, the hunters opened fire, their silver bullets ripping through the air and striking Tate with deadly force. Tate came to realize at that moment that he had been on a bad path for so long and barely escaped from the hunters. He went back home to his brother, and Marcus gladly allowed him take back his place knowing that he really had changed.

It took me a moment to regain my senses and remember where I was. I was being held in some sort of prison. Stone walls on two sides and bars on the other two. I had been given a small mattress so that was something. Standing up, I scratched another line on the wall. Making it seven days that I had been here. Replacing my dagger back under the mattress before anyone sees. It had just appeared next to me. It still didn’t make sense but at least I had it. I smelt him before I saw him. His scent is stronger than the other dirty wolves here. It was the first time I was seeing Logan since I had killed his mother.