Primal Hunting Blind Novels & Stories

"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.

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

Tyler’s POV: The hunt was going better than expected. The forest, shrouded in twilight, was eerily silent except for the occasional crackle of leaves beneath our boots and the distant rustle of branches overhead. We had already taken down several animals, their lifeless forms marking a trail deeper into the woods. Yet, there was an unsettling weight in the air, an offbeat silence that I couldn’t ignore. My brothers and I moved in sync, our senses sharp, scanning for our next target.

The blind woman moved like water around stone. The two remaining ferals attacked together. One from the left, one from the right, coordinating without communication the way only predators who had hunted as a pair for years could manage. She sidestepped the first so precisely it looked rehearsed. The feral sailed past her and she drove her blade downward into the base of its skull without looking. One motion. Clean. It dropped like a puppet with its strings cut. The second hesitated. Some buried fragment of survival instinct told it something was wrong. That this prey was not prey. It backed up two steps, yellow eyes flicking between the blind woman and the bodies of its two companions.

While they ate, Diana couldn't help but stare at the blind prince who was sitting opposite her. "Why hasn't he said anything about the killer?" She murmured unknown to her that Damon was hearing everything she said. Diana was taken aback by the prince's sudden gaze. His silver eyes were piercing and seemed to look right through her. She felt as if he could see her soul, and it made her feel exposed and vulnerable. She quickly looked away, feeling embarrassed by the intensity of his gaze.

This had me thinking for a moment. Sure, I wanted him to mark me. In fact, the urge was stronger than ever now that we were talking about it. But was I truly ready? If he marked me on my neck/shoulder where I wanted him to mark me, in the spot that was visible to others, that could be a dead giveaway while I'm still Hunting. I couldn’t risk that, not yet. But if I had him mark me somewhere where it wasn't visible, then I could still be marked and still Hunt. But then later, when I want it to show, I don’t think it could be moved. This was difficult.

Blaine usually went out with a group of five to go hunting to bring the max amount of food back, however today him and the missus got into a big fight, so he left by himself. I watched as he traveled to the east end of the forest. It had the most game over here, most days we had rabbit, some good days we’d eat deer, elk, and buck. Allison helped by bringing some chickens, so we aren’t short on much. I sat 200 yards back, and watched through my scope. My 308 was my best. I never missed a shot with it. I watched as he sat still waiting for the doe to cross his sights one more time.

The field was a vacant flatland, but because of the mist it was difficult to navigate through. The place was easy to get lost. People with poor sense of direction and vision were forbidden to enter. But for hunters with open chakra and human echolocation, it was not much difficult to get through. The beast was spotted near one of the caves. Their first priority was to get the beast out somewhere in the open. Since there were a lot of people, the hunt was not possible inside a secluded cave.

Especially if the omega wore that yellow band. Within five minutes, the forest was filled with muted screams as the first of the prey were being caught. Over 3,000 omegas had started in this year's hunt. Based on the new rules, every omega in the Hunt had a corresponding hunter searching for her, waiting to drag her off to a new life in a new tribe. To catch and claim your mate, you had to mark her. That meant biting her neck in possession. The combination of a bite, along with the adrenaline and endorphins of the chase meant most prey passed out from the overload to their system. The hunter had to then carry their prey back to the castle before it was official. Almost all of the hunters dra