Primal Hunter Novels & Stories

“Tell me what you know.” Rahl leaned closer. “The first kill is a pivotal moment, as it awakens something primal in them. Many hunters call it ‘The Beast.’ Something in them craves the thrill of the hunt and the taste of enemy blood and battle. It’s what fully unleashes you as a hunter.” The feeling she had during the fight came back to her. It was both exhilarating and terrifying. But how long until her ascension? After the fight, she expected it to happen right away.

"Are you sure about that, leader Matilda? The hunter is tricky. She always changes her appearance, therefore, it's a bit hard to find her. I also heard from her victims that she use something to hide her real scent." Kasper looks at his mom and she just nods. Kasper's mother gave him a look to just follow her command. "My son is not the leader of the alpha pack for nothing. He just needs to observe the hunter and find out who's her informant because I guess that there is a spy here in our village... Don't let your guard down, my son. And if you found an opportunity, kill the hunter!" "Yes, mother," Kasper said and bow to her. "I will accompany the alpha leader." Every one of them look at Fli

The blonde man quickly asked. The white-haired geezer sighed and said coolly, "In the savanna, young hunters are given a pistol, a hunting knife, and a double rifle. The rifle has two triggers which fire separately so that in case you didn't land your first shot, you can double-tap at top speed. "And if you miss your second shot, you would have the pistol for a third. Even if that fails, you can go for a melee attack with the knife… Either way, you're either the hunter or the hunted."

Ronan asked. The man flinched, just slightly, but it was enough. I saw it in his eyes—the moment he knew we’d caught on. I bent down, grabbing his hand and turning it to the side, exposing the faint mark etched into his skin. My growl rumbled in my throat. "He's a hunter." "Fuck," he hissed, the rope snapping as his claws swiped through the air where I’d just been. He bolted, but he wasn’t fast enough.

He said. I just sat there completely in shock. Then I grabbed my champagne and chugged the class before setting it back on the table. Damien just smiled at me, trying to hide his laughter. “I don’t see how any of this is funny… Do you realize who I am?” I hissed. “Snow, trust me, I know everything there is to know about you.” He said. “No, I don’t think you understand… I am a Hunter. A VAMPIRE HUNTER… You are a Vampire. I’m supposed to kill you. Why would the gods make me your gifted mate? It just doesn’t make sense.” I said.

The system seemed to promise increasing challenges and rewards as he advanced. Reaching a milestone will unleash incredible rewards for the host, unlocking powerful abilities and thrilling surprises! Through a lottery system, the host will randomly receive astonishing gifts—ranging from enhanced attribute points, irresistible charm effects, and mind-bending telekinesis to unparalleled mastery in combat or even gun skills. But that's not all—what the host gets is entirely up to luck, so each milestone could bring something totally unexpected and game-changing! The possibilities are endless, and the excitement is only just beginning! He browsed the other accomplishment tasks, his arousal growi

Chapter 1: The Decision My hands were shaking as I clicked the confirmation button. I, Claire Thompson, 29 years old, soon-to-be-divorced (or at least separated), had just signed up for a primal hunt weekend. The website had been clear: consenting adults only. Safe words. Masks. No real names. The forest location was remote, private land, with experienced staff monitoring everything. Still, my heart was hammering like I’d already started running.

I watched for a moment before walking toward my door. As I was shutting it, I heard Elena whisper, “Go get your man, Auntie.” I shook my head. That girl was a disaster walking, and I absolutely adored the organized chaos that was Elena. I quietly crept down the stairs before slipping out the back door and into the forest. I stopped beneath his tree, looking up, scanning the tree for him but not finding him. “I know you’re here, ‘Sprey. I can feel you.” He sighed as he swung himself down out of the tree. “Hey, Scarlett. I was just leaving. I was hunting a squirrel. They’re fast and good to hunt to keep myself fresh and-”

“I found her wandering the woods. Alone and scared. So, I helped her and brought her back here.” “It’s nice to meet you, Sasha,” the man says, offering out his hand. I accept it. “I’m Kyle. I’m the Alpha of this pack.” “It’s nice to meet you, Kyle,” I say. “I’m so grateful to be here.” “I want to hear more about why you are here,” Kyle says, turning his attention back to Zach. “You know we’re willing to welcome in new people, but usually we discuss this first.”

Still, I had my reasons for keeping my new prisoner where she was. Hunter put the rabbit in the cage. We scanned the area, waiting for our next target. It took us a while before we spotted another prey—a small deer, moving cautiously through the underbrush. Hunter raised his rifle, sighting along the barrel, but the shot rang out wide, startling the animal. He missed. I threw my head back and laughed. That was all it took. “Do you fuck that weak too?” Hunter exploded. He tossed his gun aside, and in an instant, he was all claws, rippling muscles, and snapping teeth. We were rolling through the woods, fists flying, leaves and twigs crunching beneath us.