Primal Hunting Blind Novels & Stories

The mammoth charged Lyra, its massive icy tusks lowered. Lyra didn't even bat an eye, her golden eyes shining bravely. She drew her twin solar blades, preparing to meet the charge, but before she could strike, a massive, towering shadow dropped from the sky between her and the beast. Caelum slammed onto the snowy ground, the impact cratering the ice beneath his heavy boots. His wolf spirit was fully unleashed, his jaw elongated, thick obsidian fur covering his forearms. He didn't use a magical weapon this time. Trusting in sheer, unparalleled Apex physical strength, Caelum caught the mammoth's jagged icy tusks with his bare, gauntleted hands!

“I know.” She did not waste time on further warning. “There is a hidden blind two ridges over that Rowe stocked last autumn. We can reach it before full dark if we move now. From there we can signal the others and decide whether to push you back toward Crimson Hollow or keep you mobile.” I hesitated. Every part of me wanted to keep drawing the hunters away from Damon and Cato and the records. But the tremor in my hands had grown worse, and the glow under my skin was no longer answering only to fear. It was beginning to answer simple exhaustion.

The shaman had the power to see these things and warn the leaders about them. The second occasion was the Blue Moon Hunt. It was where everyone, mostly alphas and betas, would hunt – mostly hares and other small creatures -- in a designated forest. It was especially loved by full-blooded alpha children of the Alpha and Luna as it was the perfect time for them to showcase their skills, power, and strength.

The creature turned to dust immediately and was inhaled into the belly of the Shadow Leopard. Blistering Cheetah’s eyes flashed with a cruel light, and the Predator turned and slashed at the Shadow Leopard with deadly precision. This time, the beast didn’t dare to be careless. It jumped away from Blistering Cheetah with some weariness, abandoning the other Mythic Class it was going for. Suddenly, an intense feeling of danger assaulted Blistering Cheetah’s senses. Even without turning back, he dashed to the left to evade the powerful swipe of a large paw.

I trusted no-one else with my life as much as I did him, and even if he was to betray that trust, I still wouldn't care. Paralysis. I've only once seen my brother use this ability. But it was even more than that. Hayden's paralysis only prevents the prey from escaping, they still felt whatever torture he decided was fit for his victims. There is also a momentary lapse in heart beats that results in lack of oxygen. As much as his prey attempted to move, to fight to stay alive, it was futile. Blood in clots formed at his mouth, a portion falling down his lips as his face turned a deep purple. The other men fell back, dropping their weapons except the guards while they huddled together attempti

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

He took it from me with a smile. “Good job, flower. Now, recite the rules on the way home.” We began to head towards the house where I knew my mother would be waiting for us with sandwiches and chips. He eyed me sideways, waiting patiently. I walked silently for a moment. “Rule 1: the safety needs to be on when you are not actively hunting. Rule 2: Never aim at another person. Rule 3: Only kill what you have to, nothing more. Rule 4: Have respect for every living creature. If your shot doesn’t kill them, end their lives fast. Rule 5: Always shoot to kill.”

(gat lontok pov) I crouched low to the ground, my eyes fixed on the tracks of the wild boar. The forest was alive with the sounds of birds chirping and leaves rustling in the gentle breeze. I had been hunting for hours, and my stomach was growling with anticipation. As the prince of Pasig, it was my duty to provide for my people, and a successful hunt would bring honor to my family and our kingdom.

Poe asked aloud, not really expecting a meaningful response. “He just does.” “Can you teach me the skill of it?” Hunter made no reply. He gave Poe that curiously blank stare, then, abruptly, he disappeared. Startled, Poe did not know how to react. He was unable to sense anything of the boy, not even through the seals that connected them. Soon, though, he realized that the boy had gone nowhere. Though the illusion was near imperceptible when one was still, motion betrayed it (possibly a camouflaging technique to better aid the matoskah in hunting on the open plain or the grasslands). There had been no imperceptible shifting in the light or pattern of the surroundings where Hunter had once sto

Chapter 1: The Decision My hands were shaking as I clicked the confirmation button. I, Claire Thompson, 29 years old, soon-to-be-divorced (or at least separated), had just signed up for a primal hunt weekend. The website had been clear: consenting adults only. Safe words. Masks. No real names. The forest location was remote, private land, with experienced staff monitoring everything. Still, my heart was hammering like I’d already started running.