Primal Hunting Blind Novels & Stories

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.

“He’s… he’s not coming out into the open. He’s—” “Watching,” Blade finished for me, teeth clenched. “Every move. Every breath. He’s hunting the moment we make a mistake.” Cruz’s lips pressed into a hard line. “We can’t fight what we can’t see. Not yet.” The shadow moved again—fluid, silent, a predator in the dark. “He’s taunting us,” I said, voice barely audible. “He wants us scared.” Blade’s eyes narrowed. “Good. Let him. Fear makes people predictable. And predictable is killable.”

He looked toward me, his golden eyes wide, pupils blown so large they swallowed the iris. "Aria..." he rasped, his voice a ruined vibration. "I can't... I can't smell you." The admission hit me like a physical blow. He was sensory-blind. For an Alpha Prime, it was the equivalent of being buried alive in a soundless, lightless box. He couldn't track the enemies; he couldn't even find me in the dark. "Shut up and fight!" I hissed, lunging toward him as three Council wolves erupted from the treeline.

The primal instincts surged within him, guiding him through the underbrush as he focused on the sounds of the forest. Hudson's senses heightened as he caught the scent of a deer nearby. He paused, listening intently, then crept closer, his muscles coiling like a spring. With a burst of speed, he charged. After a swift and skilled hunt, he managed to bring down a deer, feeling the satisfaction of a successful chase. Hudson bit the deer's neck in his mouth, savoring the thrill of the hunt. He began walking back to Selena, eager to see his mate's reaction.

The blonde man quickly asked. The white-haired geezer sighed and said coolly, "In the savanna, young hunters are given a pistol, a hunting knife, and a double rifle. The rifle has two triggers which fire separately so that in case you didn't land your first shot, you can double-tap at top speed. "And if you miss your second shot, you would have the pistol for a third. Even if that fails, you can go for a melee attack with the knife… Either way, you're either the hunter or the hunted."

Killian rasped, his voice dropping into a dark, guttural whisper that trembled with a terrifying blend of shock and unbridled lust. His silver eyes—now burning with a luminous, predatory hunger—flashed dangerously. He didn't look at my face; he couldn't. His attention was completely consumed by the electric storm raging between our touching bodies. His inner wolf was clawing furiously against his ribs, roaring so loudly in his head that I could hear the primal snarls echoing deep inside his chest. Slowly, agonizingly, Killian tilted his head down.

When we were kids, she used to get us into all kinds of trouble and I would always get blamed for it because once she flashed those big blue eyes, no one could accuse her of any wrongdoing. “To do it more often?” I laughed, thankful for the comic relief. Despite my bravado and earlier reassurances to Devon, I was still nervous. As he said, I did not like to kill animals. Werewolves were actually peaceful creatures and we didn’t hunt other animals asides from the Grant Hunt and the wolves who did it for sport. It wasn’t banned or anything so they were in their rights. It just wasn’t something I liked doing. For this reason, I was nervous. Plus, the Alpha’s arrogant son, Louis was participatin

"She stayed behind." He sat back, studying me. "Do you know where the nest is?" "No. I was unconscious when I arrived and blindfolded when we left." He nodded. "Why were you shadow hunting?" "We were searching for our brother. The scorchers were searching for one of their own." "You know I'm obligated to report this." "I know," I said, spinning my ring. And now for the next part. If I'd trusted him enough to say this much... What did I have left to loose? My odds were already near impossible.

Those who needed to use more grenades did. A fuel tank somewhere hit and the air suddenly smelled of oil and char—sweet and stinging. Someone screamed like a beast. Someone else laughed with a noise that could only be called hunger. I hadn't just come with my trio. I came with a fucking army today. Because we decided it was going to be a bloodbath. We were done hunting. Hunting had been fun. But there was nothing we could do when we finally knew where Blayne was. He was the biggest catch, and the thrill of laying my hands on him sent a delicious chill up my spine.