The Primal Hunter Book 10 Novels & Stories

What excuse did the people have for being here? Shaking my head, I put my arms on my knees and noticed the scratch on the back of my hand. I got it today when we were hunting the Candir. Canis proles, or the descendant of dogs, who appeared to be a mixture of a golden retriever and a polar bear. When I tried to avoid the huge paws, my hand hit the bike stand. It had hurt a lot, but it was better than being caught by those snow-white beasts. Especially since his companion was lurking right behind it. I knew the Venator's job was dangerous, but would I really get injured every time I hunted? Even if it was just such small scratches?

My eyes landed on a sight that filled me pride and lust. Gunner’s knees wrapped around the hunter's head as he gracefully threw his body through the air, landing in a crouching position. My eyes snapped to the hunter in front of him, pointing his gun at Gunners face. I felt my skin burst into flames of rage and my heart exploded inside me, I lifted off the ground ready to unleash hell on these monsters. I reached for the hunter, lifting him into the air. I tensed and turned my fingers, compacting his body in on itself. I let his broken and twisted body fall to the ground in front of Gunner. He turned to look at me and our eyes connect for moment, his eyes flickered with a silver glow before

"How to be the best hunter you can be" was the first words Rebecca read in that booklet and she felt hooked to it instantly. "Its not about who you are, your gender, where you came from, everyone in the world is unique therefore evey passing hunter or huntress will bare his or her own unique traits, making you dangerous in your own right" Rebecca thought of her strengths, she's a hybrid right? But she barely knew any of it, focusing most of her life to be a human she never learned to be what she really is.

I was not the Crimson Priestess and even though I wasn’t sure what that entirely meant to me or the pack itself I would not allow Melina to tarnish that. I started looking at Rogan’s computer and the few books it seemed he had read to get information about who I might be. The idea of him looking at all of these items made me feel good that he cared that much. I picked up the first book which was written by a fellow wolf as it had far too many details about where wolves might be located at. I followed the geographics of the writing and realize that the Cresent Moon Pack couldn't be further than a few days away from us if traveling by wolf. That made the idea of an attack now hard to believe.

“You know… you could join us.” “What?” “The hierarchy is fucked, Rig. You’d do so much better out here where wolves follow you because they want to, not because they’re scared. You and Cara would be a part of us—you know half those wolves out there have human mates, or are half-human themselves? Dad and the elders have been hiding a fucking scandal for decades. All this bullshit about wolves don’t have human mates, or mixing the bloodlines weakens them, it’s just so much bullshit. You saw how strong Ezekiel was, and he’s half human. His mother found a human mate and just left. She didn’t look back. When he heard about me, he came running—and he’s only Beta because he’s damn smart and solid a

Kane screamed in his loudest voice and everyone left whatever they were doing. They were returning to the Pack but it was already too late. There were more than twenty hunters among them who had invaded the Pack. Kane had to run back to save those he could save Even when he knew it was dangerous. The Hunters shot most of them with the silver bullet mixed with wolfsbane. Those who were not shot were able to run inside and the whole Chambers was shot. Kane didn't follow the rest of them that were inside the Chambers. He was trying to speak with the Hunters to see if they would change their thoughts against them.

He didn't question his feelings because he had to find Oceanna. “Uh guys; why the hell is Hunter's arms glowing, and is he turning blue?” Ji'lahni asked in awe as everyone stared at Hunter, his body glowed with blue hieroglyphics just like Warlus. “He's Oceanna's mate and she is in danger, so his primal instincts are to find his mate by any means necessary.” Makahi said as he watched his warrior walk into a see of aliens who charged at him but stopped dead in their tracks. The aliens started clawing at their throats as their bodily fluids started coming out every part of their body, before their dried out body crumbled to the ground.

Nothing felt like enough. “Silas,” I whispered, pressing my hands to his chest. His breathing was shallow, his body too still. The scent of silver mixed with blood was suffocating. The hunters were getting closer. I could see their shadows through the gaps in the trees, hear their low voices cutting through the air. I squeezed my eyes shut, muttering a prayer to anyone who might be listening. A shift in the wind made my breath catch. A familiar voice rang through the air. “Let’s wrap this up! We’ve got enough!”

The primal instincts surged within him, guiding him through the underbrush as he focused on the sounds of the forest. Hudson's senses heightened as he caught the scent of a deer nearby. He paused, listening intently, then crept closer, his muscles coiling like a spring. With a burst of speed, he charged. After a swift and skilled hunt, he managed to bring down a deer, feeling the satisfaction of a successful chase. Hudson bit the deer's neck in his mouth, savoring the thrill of the hunt. He began walking back to Selena, eager to see his mate's reaction.

Then it happened. A glow ignited beneath Hunter’s skin, spreading like veins of molten gold. His already imposing frame seemed to expand, his golden-brown fur darkening, his eyes flaring with silver fire. A ripple of energy pulsed outward, and I felt it—a force older than anything I had ever known. Hunter wasn’t just shifting. He was awakening. Layla stumbled back, her breath hitching. “No—no, that’s not possible,” she whispered, shaking her head. “Your kind was wiped out. You—You shouldn’t exist!”