Primal Hunting Blind Novels & Stories

It passed by at the center of their circular formation as if she was mocking them that she could see them yet they could not see her. The sense of sight and the sense of smell were disabled at the mercy of Diana Ritchell. With only the senses of hearing and touch to be utilized, the cluster of hunting team members inched their hides closer to each other. Their stilled tails almost touched each other with their proximity, while their ears kept on twitching as they made up for their disabled senses. Though they were on high alert, the resounding howls of one of the hunting team members resonated within the dark forest.

Luna, her pregnancy not hindering her spirit, prepared with the pack for the essential hunt. In the Nampa forest, hunting wasn't just about the thrill of the chase; it was a sacred act, deeply rooted in the pack's respect for their enchanted home. They hunted only what they needed, ensuring the delicate balance of their realm remained undisturbed. Luna, with her keen eyes and agile movements, exemplified this reverence for the forest.

The final instruction for the Hunt will be given by Trevon. Standing in front of the 40 newly Blessed and unblessed, he said, “The Hunt will be a fair competition. You’re only allowed to use weapons; Blessed will not use either of their Blessing or their wolves. However, on the second day of the Hunt, you are given free rein for your wolves. So, the Unblessed need to watch out for their backs. Not everyone here can control their wolves.” The Unblessed and Blessed alike gulped, nervousness striking their faces.

“He knows, little mouse.” Lana looked at me, “first bows, then guns, then knives for close combat.” “I know, Lana. And so does the rest. Don’t worry.” I replied with a smile. ‘You’re worried too,’ Rishi said. I am. Only an insane person wouldn’t be worried to go out there with their mate and friends knowing full well what these hunters are capable of. ‘Are you calling Raiden insane?’ Rishi chuckled. He felt it too. The bloodlust, the hate, the desire to kill. I could feel it all through our shared bond, due to that “funny” choice our wolves had made.

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.

Red stag, a big one ahead. “Crazy wolf. We normally hunt them with the pack. Don’t.” I warned. “No talking.” Stalking low and keeping to the undergrowth we followed the scent of the stag. He stood in a clearing pawing the ground and snorting, antlers low to the ground. It couldn’t have scented us; we were downwind from him. Blaze launched himself with one mighty jump at the animal, going for the throat.

Will she take a chance on him despite the added complications of her pregnancy and past heartbreak? As Wynter's story unfolds, she must also confront the demons of her past, including a potential threat from a former lover with a dark agenda. Will she find the strength to forgive and move on? And ultimately, whom will she choose: the father of her child, or the man who has loved her unconditionally, especially without seeing her? In "Blinded Dreams," love shines as the only light in the darkness, and the heart sees all. Join us on a journey of twists and turns, where the boundaries of love are limitless and a blind man's perspective offers a unique window into the story's emotional depths

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..."

Blaine hissed in pain, using his hunter training to try and break free. I’m all for them fighting each other. It will give me time to escape—wrong move to bring me to my home. I know the cells of the guild headquarters like the back of my hand. I know every strength and weakness in our cells, and there is a reason I don’t hang people from the ceiling. The eye hooks that are supposed to anchor the victim are old, and I have mentioned to my mother previously that they need to be replaced.