Primal Hunter Novels & Stories

Derek asks, "It's plain and easy I had broken the rules couple of times but it's the harsh reality whenever there was war your ancestors call upon me for help and it tepeats itself just like it is right now, and once I'm done helping them they forget all about me and it happens again and again till I become sick of it however I can't just ignore your help and pleas so the heavens made a law that nonee of us high above all supremwm beings were placed under a law no one must come down to earth, Hunters were created that way in purpose they didn't just wake up to earth and begin to act crazy, just like you are the children of Celeste the hunters are also her children you are wolves and you repr

Veronica’s POV The Preliminary Hunt exclusive for newly converted rogues is much like other hunting competitions— except that the beasts and creatures hunted must be kept alive. The participants were given magic chokers personalized with assigned colors to each clan as their marking tools for their hunt. The winner will be decided by the highest points accumulated during the given time. Each beast has an assigned point in them depending on their species so it really doesn't depend on quantity. The hunts will be offered to the pack they represent and the pack can decide whether to take in the offerings or not.

She took a few shots of what happened and stood there watching with a slow surge of panic that slowly built up in her body. Just as she was there staring at the scene, the sharp eyes of the Z clan men went in the direction where Thyra stood on the cliff. Thyra noticed this too but didn't falter her gaze as it looked as if they were engaged in an eye battle. One of the Z clan men muttered to his colleagues, "She is going to be the first hunt of Alpha Ryker." On hearing this, Alpha Ryker's eyes quickly spun in the direction where the Z clan men stared with a glare so ferocious that if it were possible, Thyra would have fallen dead immediately. It was as if he was marking his prey to be his fir

His previous clash with the master challenger had worn nothing down saved for some of Zayn’s stamina; still, it was easily replenished in a few minutes. By now, Zayn had about more than seventy dog tags in his hands—an amount that marked him as a possible contender for the title of ‘Best Hunter’ had it not been pragmatically useless. Zayn could lose to Xander and the latter became the best hunter by default, or he could win and obtain the latter’s dog tags. The real rule to this year’s Great Hunt was that only the strongest would be crowned the best hunter. There was no room for luck—and certainly no room for two winners. The strongest victor would arise from their battle.

Hunter closed his eyes with a lopsided grin on his lips as he swore to himself, “After I take care of his brother, I am going to personally kill Zayn Cardinal and tear his limbs apart...Ouch! What is that for, Mother?!” “What an insolent brat.” The old woman hit him a few more times, making sure to aim his wounds as he flinched in pain before she finished healing him. “Do you still think you are living in the past where you used to get everything done your way? Do not provoke those men if you still want to keep your life, Hunter.” Hunter gritted his teeth, enduring the healing process until she was finished. “You know how much I love a challenge, Mother. This time, I am going to teach those

Matron Aldar greets us at the foot of the Guild Mountain, as we climb upwards, we’re joined by Ophelia, Leita, and Kiran, along with another young woman who introduces herself as Hunter Prairie. “Hunter will be joining us on our quest,” Kiran gushes. “She’s a protector and an absolute pro at that. Hunter would be of more use than all of us combined when battling against the devil.” Hunter blushes under the compliment. “Please, you’re exaggerating. You’re all powerful in your own ways. But I will do my best to help, Alpha Rexellen.” “Thank you very much,” I say sincerely. “Your assistance will be most appreciated, considering how you are all risking your lives in the name of my mate.”

It doesn’t. The hunt is all he needs to channel his energy now. The forest is alive with rustles and scurries of creatures. He goes primal, instinctual; something he knows how to do without thinking too much about it. Ahead, a few yards in front of him, is a deer grazing. Lowell crouches low, muscles coiled tight for the kill, then shoots forward in one fluid motion; claws sunk into flesh. It gives a strangled cry then goes limp. Blood fills his mouth, metallic, grounding; enough distraction for the moment from the storm raging inside him.

Cain fought it, was fighting it and ran when he couldn’t do it. “Then what, how do you catch them?” “You hunt them, and take them.” “Then you know what you have to do.” He grinned, and I shook my head. It was too simple, so simple. I had to hunt him, to show him I wasn’t going to give up and make him mine. Cain would respond like the primal being he was, and he would fight me; we would do this dance in blood and pain. “I’m not sure I can win against him,” I said softly as I began to put away the herbs I had been working with.

This is the second part of the Trilogy, which focuses on Hunter. Who's Hunter? Hunter is the firstborn son of the infamous Beast, a hybrid of an Undead and a werewolf. The rightful heir of both the Pack and the Deads. But he doesn't want to take over the packs yet. He wants to meet his mate first. He has been watching his parents' relationship all his life and at the age of 25 he's desperately craving a mate of his own. He yearns for what his parents have.

There was only the weight of my hands and the heat of the fire. The first true test of our return was the Primal Hunt. We didn't use scouts or sensors to track the elk herds through the valley. Killian shifted into his massive, slate grey form, his silver eyes flashing with a predatory joy that I hadn't seen since the first year of our union. I shifted beside him, my White Wolf form feeling heavy and powerful as I dug my claws into the rich, dark soil of the mountain.