Primal Hunting Blind Novels & Stories

ALESSANDRO My fingers which were stained with cum reached out and removed the blindfold from Matteo’s eyes. I stared down at him as his eyes fluttered open. But he closed them quickly because of the sudden influx of light to his irises which hurt. A chuckle slipped past my lips when he slowly reopened them. His chest was heaving, rising and falling fast. Chains kept his wrists and ankles spread wide on the bed. The anger from earlier still burned in his gaze. But his cock was getting hard and leaking with precum.

My soul was trembling in fear. The heartbeat kept on growing, fading. Over time the sound was increasing. A dusty window from where a gust of wind came caught my attention as I moved my head following it. Just at that moment, the flashlight fell on my eyes, and I glanced back at the entrance with a minimal gaze. I noticed a shadow standing in front of me, wearing a long white blanket and holding a lantern in one hand. "ARHHHHHH!" I screamed, rivalled by the blast of thunder and rain.

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.

I blinked fast again and several more animals appeared across the field. Okay seeing pictures and now seeing them for real … not AT ALL the same thing!! I quickly took several steps back as I gulped. “You get a ten minute head start ladies! When you hear the air horn the hunt will begin,” the man said, throwing his hands up. Head start? Hunt? Ohh fuck. They’re hunting … us? That fucking bitch Evelyn! She didn’t tell me about ANY of this!! They’re shifters, they have superior senses and we all have strong smells. They’ll find us. Not to mention we’re on their turf. They probably will get off on the chase!!

They noticed she wasn’t petrified of them at all which angers them, but Alpha Blake was busy smiling. Lifting up her sword with her, she aimed it at the army closer to her and splash his head with het sword. She dropped her sword and her claw grow longer, she started fighting them with her claw, destroying their faces with it, she doesn’t give them ant chance to fight back. Alpha Blake stopped his Armies with his hand before smiling at Hazel.

Violet had thought the same before, but her actions were completely different from her words. A 'hunter' was enjoying this hunt, he very calmly walked away from the gathering place because he knew this forest very well. Players here can lose their way, but he can't get lost. Because in order not to alarm his 'prey', he did not turn on the flashlight but suspected the faint light of the moonlight. While searching for 'prey' he stepped on a flashlight. Adam wasn't surprised there was a dropped flashlight here either. While everyone was running, someone might have dropped it.

Eventually, he tucked them near the post, hoping they would blend in. “The hunt begins now!” Karina removed her blindfold and blinked a few times to adjust to the light. At first glance, nothing moved. However, with her sharp sense of hearing, the archer made a beeline towards the sound of shuffling. Within the first ten seconds, the first prey was caught. Zen heard Sasha curse from far away, but he had no idea where she was hiding. Holding his breath, Zen prayed that Karina would go in a different direction. At the forty-second mark, Zen heard footsteps approaching him. It didn’t sound like Sasha. His heart raced, but his body had gone stiff. Would this be a failure?

Drums sounded and a horn blew, and that battle was over. The men barely had time to wipe the sweat and grime from their faces with the backs of their hands when fireworks exploded practically under their stag’s feet. Jasmine gripped her chair, afraid she was going to see guts. An opaque blue haze rose up, obscuring the scattered riders from view. When the sound of battle rose from the blue smoke, Jayems explained without prompting, “They’re fighting blind, using scent, hearing, and kinetic sense to find their opponents. The stag is particularly useful for such combat, as its kinetic sense and bravery match that of a Haunt. A horse would be worse than useless in such a fight.”

“Dm!” Windy felt scared when he had to hunt with Ezra; he involuntarily cursed. Since hunting with Ezra was very risky and laborious, it was not according to standard rules but special training. The prey they caught must not die; it must be alive. The prey they just caught will not be kept but must be released, and they have to track down the prey they have just seen. And that will repeat many times until Ezra stops.

RUNE True to Xavier's words, the hunt didn't start till I made my appearance. Dylan shot me a look that said "I know what you did." For my sanity, I ignored him. We got briefed on the rules and sent out. My hunting tool was a bow and arrow. Dylan got a whole ass sword. Five year winner privileges, he said. More like gloated. The rules were simple. Scattered throughout the forest were "prey" cardboard animals hidden in the foliage. Every hunter had a unique color which they would mark their prey with. At the end of thirty minutes, the hunter with the highest kill wins.