Primal Hunting Blind Novels & Stories

BLINDED BY REVENGE CHAPTER ONE Bellona had the same terrifying dream again. She saw her parents being pursued and then killed right in front of her. Their blood flowed on the ground as their blank eyes stared up at her. Their killer who wore a mask pointed at her. "You are next!" he said menacingly. Bellona woke up. Her heart was pounding very fast and she still felt the fear that she had felt in her dream. She got up from bed and went to drink water.

“What happened to you, on your way here? Why do you have blood on your hands?” “Nothing, my love. I just did what I had to do, and I stayed back to get what we might need.” He lifted the duffle bag in his hands, to buttress his point. Malik responded, in between breaths, gasping for air. He must have sprinted to the forest. “Oh, really?” I squealed. I considered the saying to be true that the blind are not disabled, except for those who allow their seeming disability to limit them. “Yeah.” He pouted. “We need to get going, and we need to move fast. So, you’ll have to shift to your wolf, and just follow my lead. Trust me, I know the right path in this sacred forest “

Mass chaos surrounded them. Alonso's men were falling to the ground one by one as Hunter glanced at his mom. She was surrounded by Draken's men in a protective shield. Hunter charged into the woods where he saw Silvia and when he got there, there was nothing. Not even her faint scent but he wasn't stupid or hallucinating. He was damn sure it was Silvia. He shifted back and wore the sweats that one of Draken's men handed him. Glaring all around he walked over to his mother while his claws disappeared along with his canines.

The concept of rules and community is so strange to them, and I would not let them ruin everything I have spent my entire life building. “We are ready to leave your Highness,” my beta announced, I nodded curtly before I stalked towards the door and I could hear everyone make way for me. Being blind has its own perks and having a fantastic sense of smell to cover for it is one of the things that the moon goddess did for me that I am proud of. I do not have to see my enemies before I take them and it has helped me stay relevant all these years, and I do not plan to stop now. Especially now that I have found my mates and other alphas might think they have found a way to get to me.

Both of them observed their surroundings as they walked through the forest. It was getting dark. Just then many glowing eyes surrounded them. Shama got scared. She looked for a way to run. But they were surrounded by them. There was no other way than standing brave and fighting the beasts. "Grrr..." They roared. They jumped from the bushes. Many wolves attacked. Shama learnt martial arts which helped her right now. She kicked them and attacked their neck with her hands making them faint. She didn't want to hurt them too much.

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.