Primal Hunting Blind Novels & Stories

"Your piddler's shaping up into a proper beast out there, Nora. Looks like we're heading for a blindie." He pulls off his balaclava, revealing his short brown hair, flecked with grey, which is now flattened at the crown. He gives it a quick ruffle, taming some of the unruly tufts. I stiffen at the word. Blindie. A zero-visibility whiteout so volatile, it would render leaving the outpost an impossibility for hours, if not days. Outposts saw a handful each year, but I hadn't expected to run straight into one on my first expedition.

Then a third one behind us. “Blindschleicher,” Kael whispered. “Rudeljagende Amphibians. You chase about Vibrations and air pressure changes. Nova, no shotgun! The scattering is in this stubble too dangerous for us, and the noise becomes the whole pack on one Provoke stroke.” “What then?” she cried back, the fingers crawled around the trigger. “Discipline and blades,” said Kael, drew his sword and drove the claws of his free Hand out. “Jada, hold Silas in the middle. We'll break out of the circle before they break him

“Second challenge. We’ll shoot blindfolded. First to hit a deer in the forest wins.” Murmurs rippled through the crowd again. Camille turned to me, her voice mocking. “Of course, that means relying on our wolves to find the prey. But since you don’t have one, I suppose you’ll be at a… disadvantage.” Her words sliced at me, and unease settled heavy in my stomach. Blindfolded. No wolf. No guide. Just me? My stomach twisted, but I could feel Ryder’s gaze on me, steady and unshaken, like he believed I could do it. The elders were watching too, some curious, some already convinced I would fail. Camille was smirking, waiting for me to break.

The blind woman moved like water around stone. The two remaining ferals attacked together. One from the left, one from the right, coordinating without communication the way only predators who had hunted as a pair for years could manage. She sidestepped the first so precisely it looked rehearsed. The feral sailed past her and she drove her blade downward into the base of its skull without looking. One motion. Clean. It dropped like a puppet with its strings cut. The second hesitated. Some buried fragment of survival instinct told it something was wrong. That this prey was not prey. It backed up two steps, yellow eyes flicking between the blind woman and the bodies of its two companions.

"The Blind Hunt?" Chloe nodded grimly. "They are going to blindfold Calix and strip him of his sight, then release you into the densest, most treacherous part of the deep woods. You cannot track someone visually. The only way a male can find his female in the Blind Hunt is by locking onto her unique fated wolf scent. It’s a literal manifestation of the soul bond." She looked down at the purple vial. "But you don't have a wolf. Without a scent, you will be left out there forever, and the council will immediately know you lied. You'll be executed on the spot… And so will your mate, and I."

Especially since he was blind and wouldn't be able to rely on the sense that most predators used primarily. "Brother get up. It is time for you to learn how to hunt and stalk will start today." She said, nudging her brother awake. It took a few more nudges before Oli began to stir, his reddish-brown fur sticking up everywhere. He yawned before perking his ears towards his sister. "You look like a hedgehog." She snickered and he pinned his ears back in embarrassment before licking his fur. "Why am I learning how to stalk and hunt now? I thought I was still too young to hunt my own prey." He asked, curiosity laced within his voice. "You are still too young to hunt your own prey but it won't hu

(Bright’s POV) This Hunting Game is brutal. It’s not just a friendly game where you try to run away from their tomato guns just so you don’t get eliminated from the game. This is an actual survival game. It’s about strategy, luck, and sometimes, betrayal. I’ve seen some of them that came in groups, but ended up shooting each other. I don't even know why I'm in this stupid thing, but here I am, running, dodging, and trying not to get caught by whatever insane rules they’ve set up.

My vision sharpened, picking out every shadow and every movement in the ambush site with ease. The ground beneath my paws felt like an extension of my body; every tremor in the earth beneath me was sensed before it even happened. The connection to the land, to the hunt, was immediate and primal. I could feel the power coming off Blaine, pulsing beneath my skin. His desperation matched my own. We were connected at this moment, ready to track, ready to fight, and the need to find Lucienne burned brighter than anything else.

She said, trying to remember the vague of memory, “I'm hunting-” “The hell misty!” “My lady should let me finish my words please?” She giggled, kinda amuse. “And what's wrong hunting if it's for the love of my life?” “How can hunting be related to love, Misty?” My mind spun to the idea, given a destructive results if relates the act to love. She shiver, and somehow a thing last night came to her mind. She murmured, “So if ever, I was hunt... for love?” Misty's eyes widened. “Are you being hunt, my lady?”

Being 25, you'd think I would have found her, but sadly, I haven't, nor did I have the time. I never had time for it, every time the West Pack, would host the 'unmated' ceremonies, parties or gatherings, but I would not attend to them. I was a blind Alpha, and that made me vulnerable, it was my disadvantage, causing other packs and rogues to want to ambush my pack and try to take control. I had to work hard, train, try to enhance my other senses so I could be stronger and not weak. I pushed my mate life away, even though I knew that if I found her, and if she said 'I love you', then my blindness would go away and I could be a stronger and a more capable Alpha, but obviously, my pack came fir