Primal Hunter Novels & Stories

I whispered as fidgeted with my fingers "Well don't look so glum I'm here to give you a second chance if your willing to take it, it's your choice" "What do you mean" "I mean you have a choice if you wanna become a hunter, here we are at the hunter institute where we recruit and train people to become hunters to defend threats to the supernatural and human community " I just stared at him as he continued "There are also hunters that are part of an elite group called assassin hunters, they are few but they are the strongest and most powerful of all the hunters , chris here is part of that group", he glanced at chris then back to me "he's a vampire with special abilities one of them being he c

Like most rogues, I figured no one ever asked what he would get out of it and only asked what he could do for them. “Whatever it is you think you know, you will never really know what’s going on until it’s too late, and I’m not going to do anything to get you there any faster. So do your worst because I know the alternative would be much worse than anything some weak pathetic human could do.” I just looked at him and chuckled a little bit as I shook my head. I thought hitting that nerve would have at least given me a little leeway but I guess not. Based on his body language and his responses I can tell that first, he’s never dealt with hunters before and doesn’t see that danger that we can p

Eric said. A female voice appeared fro the communicator . " Hello ! Please state your identity! ” Architect said. " This is Primal calling to the Sanctum. Come in sanctum. Rick said to Architect. " Read you loud and clear Primal! ” Vital said. By the way, Vital is a member of the sanctum that we met last year. His real name is Tyler Woolstick and he’s a hybrid that could see the weakness in anything and could siphon knowledge from anything to learns it’s purpose and origin.

And then, without warning, he raised his weapon, readying himself for the encounter. I made my move, bursting from my concealed position. The hunter's eyes widened as he met my fierce gaze, his determination fueling my own. And then, we clashed. Our savage dance intertwined through the forest a blur of agility, strength, and primal instincts. The hunter's silver bullets whistled through the air, a metallic resonance reverberating around us. Despite the searing pain of their impact, my resolve remained unyielding. I lunged and dodged, delivering ferocious swipes and thrashing bites as we engaged in a relentless, deadly duel.

My retaliation was a public humiliation in front of the entire university that Gary could not simply ignore. The game of humiliation he had carefully planned had turned into a public judgment of him and his lackeys. It broke the last of his restraint and made him go mad. He dropped the civility and stopped testing the waters. That night, the app posted an unprecedented "Ultimate Hunting" Quest. The title was crimson red. [Ultimate Hunting Quest. Capture Sinead alive and take her to the abandoned classroom building in the north.]

“WHAT THE HELL WERE YOU DOING? THAT WAS FUCKING A BEAR! IT COULD HAVE KILLED YOU! ARE YOU INSANE?!” “I.. I don’t think he wanted to hurt me.” He grabbed my arms and shook me hard. “HE’S A FUCKING PREDATOR! DO YOU UNDERSTAND WHAT THAT MEANS? HE EATS MEAT! HE HUNTS HIS PREY AND KILLS IT! DO YOU KNOW WHAT YOU ARE? YOU’RE MEAT AND PREY ALL WRAPPED UP WITH A PRETTY BOW! FOR CHRIST’S SAKE, NATASHA! DO YOU HAVE A DEATH WISH?”

Richard looked at her with pride, knowing Amalie would be proud of the daughters they had created. The girls had turned 18 in April and it was now June. They were officially old enough for their first Hunt. The Hunt was a three-week festival that happened every June. Every tribe in the Shifter Kingdom was mandated to send their unmated adult shifters to the Hunt. It was here, and here alone, that an alpha shifter was able to find and claim their omega mate. Claiming and marking outside of the Hunt was punishable, not by death, they weren't savages, but definitely by public humiliation and demotion within the shifter ranks. To be able to control yourself and your baser desires was the highest

she asked. Karen had so many questions, and I didn't know how to answer her. I wished I had the answers, especially now, but I didn't, and it kind of made me feel bad. I knew I had to explain things to her a bit. "The Hunter family are supernatural hunters. They are human beings with special abilities to locate and identify people like me. They also can match our skills and kill us. They are the most dreaded bloodline of all the supernatural hunters. It was all fair initially. The Hunters made sure everyone followed the rules, and no one cheated anyone. We saw them more like judges, juries and executioners. Whenever there were issues, the Hunters would solve them. They could tell when we wer

the hunter yelled at his comrades. I saw some relief on Dad’s face when he realized me and my brother were presumably safe but it was short lived as he still needed to keep Sofia safe. While the hunters had their attention divided between the fight and what their friend told them I climbed to tree I had been hiding behind and pulled out my bow. I quickly lined up my first shot and managed to his the hunter to my dad’s left right through the throat causing the other hunters to panic and look around.

When we were kids, she used to get us into all kinds of trouble and I would always get blamed for it because once she flashed those big blue eyes, no one could accuse her of any wrongdoing. “To do it more often?” I laughed, thankful for the comic relief. Despite my bravado and earlier reassurances to Devon, I was still nervous. As he said, I did not like to kill animals. Werewolves were actually peaceful creatures and we didn’t hunt other animals asides from the Grant Hunt and the wolves who did it for sport. It wasn’t banned or anything so they were in their rights. It just wasn’t something I liked doing. For this reason, I was nervous. Plus, the Alpha’s arrogant son, Louis was participatin