Primal Hunting Blind Novels & Stories

MIA'S POV The red lights weren't lights at all. They were eyes. Thousands upon thousands of glowing red eyes, staring at us from the darkness beyond the bus. Each one belonging to something that wanted us dead. "Holy shit," Brady whispered. The screen descended, showing rules in that familiar blood-red text: THE CRIMSON HUNT RULES: 1. You are the prey. Survive until dawn. 2. The Hunters cannot be killed, only delayed. 3. Safe zones exist but are temporary. Use them wisely.

kay, so he gets points for having more skill than I would give a hunter credit. I always figured hunters used whatever bits of magic they picked up to hunt us down and find new inventive ways to kill us. Though I suppose being able to disguise themselves as well as Khalid’s Clark Kent glasses would help them better infiltrate and make stealth kills if their target could recognize them.

"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 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

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.

The kind of voice that had never needed to be loud to make people listen. I took a breath and walked inside. He was sitting behind a large desk. Dark hair. Strong jaw. Exactly as unforgiving as the photographs had suggested. And his eyes— Pale grey. Almost silver. They were pointed somewhere just past my shoulder. Not at me. Through me. For a second, I didn’t understand. Then I remembered. He couldn’t see me. I’d read about the accident. I’d known he was blind. But knowing something on a screen and standing three feet away from the person it had happened to were two completely different things.

"So, I have a theory that something malicious happened inside our school that made the blind man that angry... to the point he was ghosting the school." My head suddenly ached, feeling the same spinning sensation before. I saw the blind man lying down the library as I have dreamed of. There was only him who's left inside. There was a gun. Probably mom's gun she left. The blind man's right hand hardly tried to reach the gun. A couple of trials and attempts made, until he successfully reached the gun and held it tight. He was bathing in his own blood, as he tried picking up a book placed on the floor. It was old and big. He tried to sit, hardly moving because of his blood lost.