Primal Hunter Novels & Stories

It was like seeing a glimpse of something that was once good before it had been destroyed. “So, what, you keep me here?” I strain to break the vines, but I have no strength. No magic, my Lycan form locked deep inside me. “Bound like an animal?” “Isn’t that what you are dear? Isn’t that what you want to bring out of the hunter? The animal the primal beast that lay hidden within.” She begins to pace. “Yes, yes, the beast within his beast must be present.” She ranted like a mad woman.

He doesn’t even bother giving the place a thorough inspection. Hunter’s a Confradia tech. He was recruited by one of the top Confradia Assassins, Priest, several years ago. He found Hunter at a nearby garage fixing computers and working at a Pep Boys. The kid was barely making ends meet until Priest hired him on the spot. Hunter is one of our youngest recruits. He’s twenty-two. But don’t be fooled by his age. The boy can fix just about anything. Unfortunately, when it comes to looking out for danger, Hunter is still very green. Priest asked him to assist me this evening. I usually work on my own, but I needed to make sure the place didn’t have any surprises. Don’t get me wrong, I’m very goo

I shook my head as this wasn’t making any sense. “The kills, they weren’t all vampires. Most of them were other hunters. I think this one is on the run from his own. But the fact he’s gotten this deep into the territory has Ductus Toño on edge, sending his men looking for him.” Diana explained. A hunter being hunted by his own? Well, shit, what could he have done to cross his people? Mistake one of a supernatural creature? It’s still not adding up. And honestly, beyond adding avoid the hunter to my list, I don’t see a reason to care.

I breathed hard, dragging my body up as I crawled forward on all fours like a fucking dog. I didn't stop, didn't even look back, not even when the air around me stiffened. Not even when the animals went quiet and the trees froze as though they had held their breath. Because deep down, I already knew what this meant. Growing up, I heard stories, rumours by the other slaves about the Hunter's Territory. No one dared to cross last this line, not even Alpha's or Betas and especially, not Omegas like myself. This land belonged to someone or something more deadly and mysterious.

Not deep, but enough to stagger it. Wear it down. Bleed it. Then finish it. Over and over, I struck and dodged, relentlessly. My muscles burned, my lungs screamed, but I did not stop. Phina roared within me, wild and furious, reveling in the raw, primal hunt. This was what we were born for. Hunger surged through my veins, I wanted this bison crushed beneath my fangs. Finally, the bison’s movements slowed, its breathing ragged, its sides heaving. Its steps grew sluggish.

Prologue Daniel's POV I went on with my life, not expecting even a tiny bit of happiness to find me, I was just living under the dark side of life. Killing, hunting monsters. No happiness, not even love. Nothing could reach my frozen soul. That is, if I had a soul.

Ami stated, to get a reaction from Ann, ‘perhaps Ann knows about them,’ she thought to herself. “I am an only child, as far as I know,” Ann responded, now curious. “My father and mother met when they were in their teens, so there is no way he has other children.” “Well,” Ami started, not sure if she should let these humans in on how it works for hunters. “When a hunter turns 20 years old, they join their family of archaeologists. Even though they do not always stay in the same household, they do travel together. If they don’t fall in love and marry a fellow hunter to insure the continuous line of hunters, the men have to leave one month’s worth of, um, well, sperm,” Ami said, blushing, with

Adam laughed at his, his lips returning to my neck as he pulled off his own shirt. "I think the word you're looking for is perfect," he said, his hands sliding up my skirt. "No." I said. "That's not it..." "Sexy?" "No." "Then what?" I thought about it for a moment. "Primal." Adam smiled as he pulled off his belt. "Darling, I can show you primal..."

"How to be the best hunter you can be" was the first words Rebecca read in that booklet and she felt hooked to it instantly. "Its not about who you are, your gender, where you came from, everyone in the world is unique therefore evey passing hunter or huntress will bare his or her own unique traits, making you dangerous in your own right" Rebecca thought of her strengths, she's a hybrid right? But she barely knew any of it, focusing most of her life to be a human she never learned to be what she really is.

He is standing with his back turned against me, his eyes trained on the other person. I focus on him instead. He looks stunned, his eyes widened, and his lips parted. “That is impossible,” he mutters, shaking his head. “That veil hasn’t been breached in years. Who could have…” “Only one breed,” he drawls. “Hunters.” “Shit!” I didn’t think they were going to figure it out so fast. My breath hitches in my throat when he angles his head a fraction, when everything suddenly stops, as if he can sense me.