Primal Hunter Novels & Stories

My raised eyes began to furrow, I started to think of anything he could possibly discuss with the moon goddess. "The hunters are not to be trusted, Elena. They are malevolent, evil. They manipulate people into thinking they are saving the world from harm. Their game is to make the world believe in them and then attack from the back. The hunter boys are just agents, working for their malicious father." "Do you know them that much?." I snuffed a question. "Believe me, I've eaten and dined with them. I've worked with them and they betrayed me. " I breathed out, tucking the instinct that made me not believe her behind. The way she explained about my mate and the house of the hunters were unbelie

I whispered to Allen. "If you don't know, it's called a motivation speech." He responded in the same manner. "Kill me then." I made a gagging sound, causing Allen to stiffle a laugh. "For every chance we get at living our usual daily routine, we need to remember that we are born hunters. And not just any hunter but wolf hunters. We have an obligation to fulfill and it's protecting the world from beasts. From now on, our trainings would be intensified and nobody must be found slacking. Is that clear?" He boomed

A man on foot had broken free of his hiding spot and was gunning it after us, running at an impossible speed. I didn't need to see the light sucking black surrounding his pupils, annihilating the whites of his eyes to know what he was. I could tell by the way his arms jerked as he bounded towards us, closing the gap between hunter and prey. I slipped my gun from the holster strapped to my thigh and let off three rounds the same instant the front tire ran a hole, jarring my shots and sending them wide. "Keep it steady!"

I glanced at him, my eyes wide with curiosity and confusion, and he swiftly enlightened me. “As a symbol of my being a hunter, I offer each member of the family a weapon they are better accustomed to wielding. Even though you may not consider yourself a hunter ‘officially’, you undoubtedly are one to others. Because being a Cadwell will instantly label you as one.” He added as I continued to stare at the gun in front of me. Although I feel confident using this weapon, I still find it hard to accept that Grandpa will ever hand one to me. So I’m a hunter, huh? I am not an official member, but since I am also a Cadwell, I am still considered as one.

The scent of pine and damp earth filled his nostrils, mingling with the heady aroma of nature's raw vitality. His pursuit was singular, focused. The rogue wolf, a shadowy figure ahead, moved between the trees like a ghost, its movements fluid and instinctive. Noah's lips curled into a half-smile as he surged forward, his muscles flexing with every powerful stride. The thrill of the hunt ignited his senses, connecting him to his base primal instincts.

But now that he had, it terrified him, recalling how much they had lost because of these monsters … the true monsters. His eyes searched their surroundings and found no one else. The hunter came by himself, he observed, while the other hunters had yet to arrive. He could still pull this off with the help of Fetyr. “And who do you think you are?” spat Fetyr, glaring at the hunter. “I am Akim, a Crusade Hunter from Shavath. You demons have trespassed in our lands, which would mean your deaths are at hand. My team is already on their way … but there’s no need for them to come here.”

It only made them want to be around the Prime the more. Heartbroken—I'm totally calling her that now—had tears running down her cheeks freely by now. Half of me couldn't believe her. The Prime Empire used girls for a living. They found it fun. Like a sport. They loved drama and stirring it. She must have been very blind to have fallen for their twisted shenanigans.

Caroline remembered Colton killing supernatural creatures with his sword and beheading their head into two pieces. He had tattoos all over his body, not that he made it out of fashion. It was because he was chosen to be a hunter. A lot of humans train to be a hunter, but not everyone is chosen. At the same time, the chosen hunters had their own disadvantages. They always have the urge to kill vampires, werewolves, or other creatures. Because the more they kill, the stronger they become.

The primal instincts surged within him, guiding him through the underbrush as he focused on the sounds of the forest. Hudson's senses heightened as he caught the scent of a deer nearby. He paused, listening intently, then crept closer, his muscles coiling like a spring. With a burst of speed, he charged. After a swift and skilled hunt, he managed to bring down a deer, feeling the satisfaction of a successful chase. Hudson bit the deer's neck in his mouth, savoring the thrill of the hunt. He began walking back to Selena, eager to see his mate's reaction.

Any mistake on his part, and he would be dying here today! “Hey, descendant!” the Primogenitor who had managed to pull Chief Priest Kaka and Village Head Samoa out of the group just for herself called out to Pathfinder as he wondered how he would handle this situation. Hearing her voice, Pathfinder’s ears perked up subconsciously. While he was still paying attention to his opponents, he was also listening for his primogenitor’s advice. After all, if there was anyone who could give him good battle advice, it would be her. For it was she who was famed for her battle crazed states and battle obsessed hunts!