Primal Novels & Stories

Sybil asked shocked. “Yes, and I realized last night that my wolf will do it regardless of a yes or no.” He’d bitten others, ones that were destined mates. That was rather rare and far between, but as Alpha Prime he now had the power to do so. All the traits of being what he was, of the first blood were active in him now. Just like with that first group so long ago. The moment that his people chose him to lead it made him what he had been meant for. No longer just a dormant prime with latent abilities, but a realized one. One who’s gifts were now true and active. Again it just felt like a lot of weight and yet eased with telling her. Even if she didn’t like the last part.

Feral. “I won’t let you hurt her.” The she-wolf hissed, eyes flashing with anger. Chloe was off of him in a flash, standing above him with an angry frown and naked skin speckled with dirt and dried blood from running through the wilderness. In that moment she looked wild and untameable. She was the goddess of the wilderness and nature. She didn’t seem to care about how exposed she was or about the biting wind that blasted against her skin like a thousand knives. If things were different Lucas would have marvelled at how beautiful his mate was but all he could think about was making sure no one else got hurt and in the back of his mind, fearing Chloe wouldn’t recover from this.

A few of my explanations made her squeeze her thighs together, particularly when I was discussing Primal Doms/Prey and when I was discussing Sadist Doms. “Okay, that all makes sense to me. So now I need to know, since you brought this up, what kind of Dom are you?” “I’m a Primal Dom, a Hunter, I enjoy the chase. For me, it’s about exploring the basest part of who we are as a species. Acting on my urges and impulses, letting go of being civilized and following what my instincts tell me. I enjoy the fight to gain control and the fight to gain dominance over my prey. If you ran from me right now, being as turned on as we are, I wil

His normally steel blue-grey eyes gleamed back green. "Now Mr. James Monroe," said Penina's husband, Art. "I'm going to classify you as a Sigma four. High enough to get you that campaign job, but not so high they think you have money. Your attributes will be hearing and sight, that shouldn't get you into too much trouble, as well as strength, hence the sigma part and you seem to fit the bill physically for that, and your last one will be-" He flicked at the screen a moment as he thought. "How about dexterity?" Penina chuckled behind him. Warmth trickled with her laugh. "My dear, you have just made him into a male model."

The decisive stance of the arm, the body wearing armor and the inherent cold face make Amity like an extremely brave warrior. Elias explained to Lily: “Only purebred ancient werewolves have the power to absorb nature to form their own power. There are many different breeds of purebred wolves, each of which will also absorb nature differently. Amity is a wolf that absorbs the light reflected from the moon and the sun.” "And you?" Lily turned to Elias and asked. Elias smirked and replied, "You guessed it." "I can bear it." "That's right, you're a human. How can you understand?"

someone shouted from the camp. "Stay here!" mother said, and I obeyed. A woman came through the door. Her hair was white, too, but she was a bit older with a few lines on her face. White hair was a genetic trait in the family. Instantly, I remembered that our pack, The Skyefrost Pack, had Viking heritage. Hence, the fair skin, blonde and white hair, and white fur. We were Arctic Wolves. "Grandma," I said aloud. "Ssshhh," Daphne said, still holding my hand.

Adam laughed at his, his lips returning to my neck as he pulled off his own shirt. "I think the word you're looking for is perfect," he said, his hands sliding up my skirt. "No." I said. "That's not it..." "Sexy?" "No." "Then what?" I thought about it for a moment. "Primal." Adam smiled as he pulled off his belt. "Darling, I can show you primal..."

Fear, guilty. A few other things I haven't yet found words for. Richard let my head lean on his shoulder and says. "Right. Are you listening to me?" I murmur a yes. "Then I'll tell you something good," he says, and then he waits as if he wants to be sure he has my attention. "You're a Primordial, Emma." "The Primordial? What does that mean?" "Your species was recorded in 1,400 B.C. You are the most powerful werewolf on the whole. Your powers possess are mind reading, the ability to heal anybody, and being immune to dark magic and premonition."

Nathaniel thrusts Kristina again and again until they've both exploded their juice inside Kristina's. Kristina was so exhausted with Nathaniel's stamina, he never get tired. It seemed that he is getting stronger after his recovery. He even tried different positions with Kristina who almost lose her consciousness with the ecstasy he let her experience. He took her again and again and Kristina cooperates well, making Nathaniel more wild and more aggressive. They never stopped until the sun rises outside. Kristina almost fainted as she was so exhausted.

"She's a mortal, Your Highness. Of this world. Even mortals from our world could not feel the bond unless the shifter is in danger." "Do you think I don't know that?" Primo snapped, and he ducked his head again. Frustrated, he fisted my hand and punched it against his chest repeatedly. "Look at me. I have never been this vulnerable, Gresser. I've never been this sick," he said firmly, gritting his teeth. Never in his wildest teeth did he imagine those words ever to be connected with him. Then he pointed a hand at the bright moon overhead. "That is not our Moon Goddess! I don't know what kind of moon that is, but it keeps tugging on my power like some gravity. I could feel my soul and wolf ri