Primal Hunting Blind Novels & Stories

With focused determination in their eyes, they moved stealthily through the shadows, each step echoing the silent promise of a successful hunt. The forest was alive with murmurs of nocturnal creatures, and as they ventured deeper, the hunters spread out, their senses sharp and alert. The hunt was on, and the night held the promise of bountiful prey. Alpha Grayson's keen eyes scanned the dense forest, his senses heightened as he searched for his prey. And then, in the distance, he spotted a magnificent deer, its sleek form moving gracefully through the underbrush. Alpha Grayson gave the deer a chase, his agile form swiftly weaving through the trees with calculated precision. His powerful musc

"Draeven must have unleashed the kennel-mutants, and they don't hunt by scent, they hunt by the frequency of the curse itself." The growling grew louder, coming from three different directions at once, and as I looked up toward the edge of the depression, I saw the first pair of glowing red eyes peering through the ferns. We were trapped in the Hollow, and the map-page in my hand began to pulse with a frantic, warning light that matched the frantic thudding of my heart as the hunters closed in.

Those grey, depthless eyes relentlessly try to drag you deep into his dark abyss. Until he paralyzes your mind, until he leaves you defenseless in his mercies, then he's satisfied. He is a perfect replica of his bloodthirsty father, Mark Grant. Why don't I end all of this right now? Kill two snakes with one stone.

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?”

Dark shadows lurked in the trees, hidden by the leaves, the moonlight was unable to find them. They walked with silence, unheard to nature. The men dressed in camouflage, and were armed with shotguns and crossbows. They split into teams to surround the beast and his family. Their mission to kill the beast, and anything like him. The howls filled the air as the men began their hunt. As the beast ran with his pack, the lead hunter aimed for his mate. With one shot of his crossbow, he hited her in the back, going straight through.. Blood splattered out at the force. They had got the beast's attention.

The police had to get involved, there were two police cars out the front of the diner. Ducking under the police tape, Damien stepped into his diner, he was feared by everyone, humans, wolves and vampires alike, he was known as the Blood Alpha and that was not just because Blood is his surname. Her sent hit him sending him into a short sense of euphoria, he had finally found her his mate after, eighteen years of searching he had finally found her.

It was mesmerizing. He couldn't help but notice the fact that she had yet to look into his eyes! "I apologize, she is blind" Antonio spoke up as he took a step in front of his daughter in a protective stance. The prince simply nodded and tried to keep his mind off of the woman that intrigued him so much. He didn't miss the fact that his wolf was going crazy. She was his mate but she was also a Vampire. A Blind vampire. It was as if something in him switched off. The moon Goddess had given him a defective mate.

"It can't take you if someone's watching your back. That's the whole trick. It needs the blind spot. So we don't have one." So that's the plan. Stand chest-out in the dark, his spine welded to mine, and turn in one slow circle as a single animal with eyes on all of it. Genius. Also a problem. Because the second he's against me I can feel the heat coming off him, and the steel-and-wolfsbane-and-clean-sweat of him is right there, that green thread of a lie running under it the way it always does. My body forgets entirely that we’re being hunted.

A circular area was marked with chalk, and someone produced a blindfold. "The rules are simple," Dimitris explained, pacing before us. "One person is blindfolded and placed in the center of the circle. They must rely on their senses—hearing, scent, and instinct—to catch the 'prey.' We'll choose someone to sneak around them. If the hunter can sense and catch the prey before they escape the circle, they win. If the prey manages to tap the hunter and escape without being caught, they win." "Now, since it's a special night, our first hunter will be…" He turned toward me, smirking. "Our temporary Luna!"

Suddenly, a deafening roar split the sky. Several armed police helicopters thundered overhead. Their blinding white searchlights enveloped the highway, lighting up the darkness like it was broad daylight.