Primal Novels & Stories

Cassian pulled her panties off and wiped his hand with it and then tossed it on the floor. Sin noted this with revulsion. Did he hate women? Or did he just love demeaning them? He took off his shirt, revealing heavy biceps and abs, Sinora swallowed. He was completely ripped. And on top of that, he had the face of god like man. It was hard to tear her gaze away from him. He caught her eyes, holding them in a heated confrontational stare for a moment, before turning away coldly.

But his eyes weren't gold; they were a flat, glowing violet, and his skin was covered in a mesh of integrated circuitry. "Subject 000-Prime," the man spoke, his voice a perfect, soulless mimicry of Caleb’s own. "The father of your line. You are merely a copy of a copy, 001. A weapon that developed a soul. A flaw that must be erased." The Prime pulled a blade of solid Void-energy from his wrist. Caleb stepped forward, the silver in his eyes burning with a fire that no machine could replicate. "A flaw?" Caleb smirked, his claws extending. "That 'flaw' is the only thing that's going to survive this conversation."

"So I just don't shift." The analyzer chimed. She crossed to it, read the results. Her breath caught. "What?" he said. "Damon." She looked up, eyes wide. "Your gene. It's not just ancient." "Don't tell me I'm a demon." Worse. "You're a *primal*." The word meant nothing to him. The fear in her voice meant everything. "Aurelia." He took her wrist, gentle. "What's a primal?" "It's the first wolf. The original. The one all others descend from. They were the ones who *made* the Moon Bond. Who set the rules of matehood." She swallowed. "If you wake it up. If you fully express. You don't just become a wolf."

My entire body screamed at me to take action, to do what needed to be done, a primal urge. They stepped closer, arms outstretched, palms open, letting me know they meant no harm, their expression one of gentle concern. And I knew this, intellectually, but I was still propelled into action, an unstoppable force. I bared my teeth—wait, no, my canines. I bared my elongated canines, razor-sharp, and a low, guttural sound, deep and feral, came out, a sound that was not entirely human.

It was a visceral clash of instincts. Part of him—the primal alpha who had survived the darkest pits of human violence and carved out a sanctuary in the mountains—felt an overwhelming surge of unbridled pride. His bloodline was strong. His firstborn was a hunter who could strike in the dark without a sound, displaying a predator efficiency that most adult wolves could only envy after years of pack training.

Me and Arizer decide to go have a look around as we had never been to Australia before. We leave the house and we see Alpha Nico talking to a few men so we walk up to him and he introduces us. "This is Harlen and breckett, Harlen is the Gamma of this pack." "I'm sorry I don't know much about packs, what is the Gamma?" I question looking a bit sheepish. "It is ok Keira, the Gamma is our trainer basically, they organise and train the wolves."

Axel questions, “Why does that sound familiar?” “He’s your principal.” Myah laughs. “Principal P is an Abnormal?” He exclaims, “Although, I’m not really that surprised.” Sometimes it was hard to tell what he was thinking. “So, Cecilia, that means you have telekinesis?” She looks up at Axel and back at her sister, as if searching for approval.

The worrying thing is that knew she wasn't joking. A wolf is always its most dangerous on its first shift which is why you should shift in the forest, where there's no one for you to hurt and you can just enjoy the freedom of being able to shift in the first place. "I can't hate her because she doesn't have anyone. Her parents were murdered by our father and her brother was tortured and used as a weapon to kill her by James. She's my mate and I have to be there for for her," I told Jamie honestly.

I had almost forgotten, that place of absolute nothing. Oppressive and infinite, that was my judgement. There was punishment for self defence, even after death and if this new existence of mine was doom to end back in that place of eternal terror. Then I might as well bath in the blood of these people who turn to beasts the second they smell your weakness. These men who murder their own children to save their own skin, their reputation. These women who leave their child alone and ignorant to the world men, then abandon them when they protect themselves.

Even prehistoric humans did better than this, and they didn't have all these advantages. As they moved through the forest, Will kept pondering on why the Goblins hunted this way, he also considered different ways to approach the hunt. He didn't have any previous hunting experience, everything Will knew he had learned from movies or school. The Goblins had obvious advantages that humans didn't have, the first was their size. They could move stealthily through the forest without making a sound, yet these Goblins stomped around not caring about the noise. Despite their size, they were also strong, they could grow bulging muscles. Chief was a good example of this, his muscles were very dispropor