Primal Hunting Blind Novels & Stories

The head was five inches from my nose. I smelled blood first. Then cheap shampoo. Last, hospital soap on the killer's hands. He held it by the hair. My brother-in-law's eyes stared at me, milky and dead. I yawned Loud. Dramatic. Tears rolled down my face and landed on the corpse's cheek. The killer exhaled. I heard his knife hand relax. He believed me. Three months of practice. Blind contact lenses. Bruises from the walking stick. I was my sister now.

Do you understand what that means for a man who has been blind for three years. I stared at my screen. He wants his first real look at you to be the moment, Daniel said. That’s what he’s waiting for. Not the procedure. Not the recovery. You. I put my phone down. Picked it up. Four weeks and six days, I typed. Four weeks and six days, Daniel said. And then Noah he is not going to stop. I put my phone face down on the desk. Sat back. Four weeks and six days and Damien Cole was in his office thirty feet away being completely assembled and controlled with his jaw tight and the Walsh file under his hand and a midnight phone call to his brother that said I need to see him like it was the simplest

PHEROMONE BLIND STARWRITES CHAPTER 3: PHEROMONE BLIND Lucas didn't sleep. Every time he closed his eyes, crimson eyes stared back at him. "Omega." "Run." "Lucas Bennett." His heart lurched each time he remembered those words.

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

They were stripping away my bodyguards and no one raised a stink about it. (The Hunt) For me, Rachel, Mona and Priya, it was javelina hunting time. Let's see. I had no outdoor hunting skills, unless you counted being 'twelve "Sam Adams" sheets to the wind, hammered and stalking a moose with a blunt, household tool' as experience. My first lesson was recognizing what javelina hoof prints looked like. Javelina basics came next.

"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.

“Agreed. We pull everyone out of here when we’re done. No one goes off on their own. We can’t pull you out if we can’t see or touch you.” Nothing he said was unnecessary in a hunting party of pissed off wolves. With violent and primitive instincts running high, along with emotions. Risky responses could end in fatal mistakes. Thoughts of actions more than likely wouldn’t end with thoughts of consequences. “I think I saw movement over there.” Flint pointed to their left. Con and Ran quickly confirmed it. Their sight in low light is better than any human vision.

I suggested. “That’s a great idea. But let’s ask them to make sure they up for it before we do it.” “Yes! We don’t need them mad at us for running off.” ‘Kiyo?’ ‘Yes, Liz?’ ‘Would you be upset if we mess with our mate a little at the hunt?’ ‘What’s the hunt?’ ‘It’s something new this year. The male wolves have to be blindfolded and try to find us using our scent. It’s supposed to be more exciting for us.’

"If I walk away now, they hunt us forever. Hunt the alliance. Hunt every wolf who ever stood with us. This ends tonight or it never ends." "You cannot fight nine Primes at once," Damien said. "Even you have limits." "I know my limits. I also know theirs." She studied the clearing carefully. "They are standing in formation because individual Prime power overlaps when they are too close. They can amplify each other's commands but they also interfere with each other's focus. That formation looks strong but it creates blind spots in their coverage." "What kind of blind spots?" Luka asked. "They cannot command the same target simultaneously without their power conflicting. That means if I can get

And then, without warning, he raised his weapon, readying himself for the encounter. I made my move, bursting from my concealed position. The hunter's eyes widened as he met my fierce gaze, his determination fueling my own. And then, we clashed. Our savage dance intertwined through the forest a blur of agility, strength, and primal instincts. The hunter's silver bullets whistled through the air, a metallic resonance reverberating around us. Despite the searing pain of their impact, my resolve remained unyielding. I lunged and dodged, delivering ferocious swipes and thrashing bites as we engaged in a relentless, deadly duel.