Primal Hunting Blind Novels & Stories

I closed my eyes as intense pain burst inside me and my vision started to blur. A loud, menacing growl pulled me out of my thoughts and my eyes snapped to my mate in the middle of the ring. Somehow I can see him clearly but everything else is a blur. Right now he has the alpha lying on the ground, whimpering as he sinks his teeth deep into the alpha’s back. Anyone watching him should have noticed that Hunter isn’t himself right now. But why isn’t anyone stopping him? The pain is getting worse and I felt my knees touch the ground. Syria’s warm hands caught my shoulders and steadied me but I kept my eyes on Hunter.

Everyone prepared themselves and pin the last part of their chains to the wrought. “Convel, I want you to grab our prisoner.” My eyes never blinked this fast before. “Why?” “I want her to see us, to see what we believe in, and to see how we make sure everyone is safe.” I nodded as a response to what he said. He is determined to let humans, especially hunters, understand us. Minutes after leaving Alarick and my beer, I finally arrived at the dungeon with no guards around because of the blood moon. I slowly entered the dungeon. It was dark, but our eyes could see everything, no matter how dim the surroundings were.

Hiding perfectly he saw more than 5 pairs of red eyes. They were surrounded. He turned back to wake Blaze but instantly froze on his spot as he felt someone trying to push the bushes aside to enter their den. Well wrong move guys. Swift thought to himself. He was hiding in the dark. No one could see him. He wasn’t afraid of them hurting Blaze because he knew what he was capable of.

I wanted to feel the reality of what I had signed up for. "Our family loves the hunt," Silas continued. He stepped out of the water, his shadow stretching long across the floor. "And you are the prey. You are also the prize. In a few minutes, you will run into the bush behind the estate. Whoever finds you first, fucks you in the bush. Bush sex is so nice, kleine Prinzessin. The raw earth, the open air, the sound of the wind in the trees—it’s how we’ve always claimed what is truly ours. It's how the Schmidt blood stays wild."

I try to blindly claw at the slimy ground or grab for anything within reach in a vain attempt to stop myself from uncontrollably careening down the slope. The world becomes a spinning disoriented kaleidoscope of pine trees, flying mud, and ground, as I tumble uncontrollably down the slope. This is bad. This is how solo hikers end up in the evening news when discovered dead days or weeks after being reported missing. Their bodies are found at the bottom of a ravine or in scattered pieces due to the wildlife taking advantage of a free, easy meal.

Veronica’s POV The Preliminary Hunt exclusive for newly converted rogues is much like other hunting competitions— except that the beasts and creatures hunted must be kept alive. The participants were given magic chokers personalized with assigned colors to each clan as their marking tools for their hunt. The winner will be decided by the highest points accumulated during the given time. Each beast has an assigned point in them depending on their species so it really doesn't depend on quantity. The hunts will be offered to the pack they represent and the pack can decide whether to take in the offerings or not.

"Ms. Todd, are you looking to sell your place? I noticed you wrote that you want it sold in three days? That's so soon." "It's urgent. Please get it done as soon as possible," I said with determination. I had only regained my eyesight for a day, but my emotions were in a mess. I took a taxi home and quickly prepared all the documents I needed to bring to the research team. When I was blind, I thought about how I would not regret anything at all, giving everything up for Sean. At that moment, I found it highly absurd that I would ever think that way.

Those who heard them could be easily affected. I felt a weird reaction being triggered in my body. Almost instinctively, I squeezed my thighs together. There were a few women wearing shades waiting outside the hotel room. Their cheeks were deeply flushed. Some tilted their heads back, breathing heavily. I heard that blind people had extremely sharp hearing since they lost their sight. They most likely could hear better than me. At that moment, a shrill scream pierced through the air. The women and I were shocked by the scream. While they couldn't see what happened, I could.

As they departed to join their pack gathering, Alex pulled me closer. "Do you ever regret your choice?" he asked, a rare moment of vulnerability in his voice. I reached up to trace the scar near his eye—a permanent reminder of the ritual that restored his sight. "The Moon Goddess guides us to where we belong," I replied, feeling our bond pulse strongly between us. "Even when the path seems twisted, it leads true." In the distance, our daughter's laughter mingled with the other pups', a sound of pure joy untainted by the complications of adult bonds.

“When we made the rule about the town’s children not coming into the forest from ages 11 to 18, it was because more than just the boy was killed. That was just the reason given to the town by Timothy’s grandfather. Sleuth members were not permitted to live in town for the same reason. There was a sleuth that was destroyed because of fated mates who were not permitted to be together yet. If we tell our kids, Godric, nor Osprey, will want to hold themselves back from Scarlett. We will be forced to intervene to keep them apart, causing our son, and his bear, to go crazy.” “Crazy? What do you mean crazy? What happened to the sleuth?” I asked. “One of the female bears was mated to a human in the