The Primal Hunter Book 10 Novels & Stories

The woman had taken up her book again after she had dropped it the first time Amira shot at her. "Never let your arrow miss its mark." She carefully set Jax down. "Please hold on for me, dad." She grabbed his hands and placed them over her jacket. "Don't leave me. You hear me?" She pushed herself to her feet and scanned around for her crossbow while she patted down her sides for her daggers. She finally noticed the stock of the crossbow just barely sticking out of the snow a few feet away from her. However, when she grabbed it, the weight felt different. She lifted the crossbow out of the snow, except it wasn't her crossbow to begin with. It was a bow, but not just an ordinary bow. This bow

Amelia felt a rush of power she has never felt before coursing through her body. “I hereby proclaim Amelia Snow as the Alpha and first member of the Hunter Race, does anyone stand against this?” Lariempi declared to the heavens with a voice louder than thunder, a few seconds passed and then lightning flashed and thunder rumbled violently, at this very instant Amelia felt something change within her but she couldn’t point at exactly what changed.

He is standing with his back turned against me, his eyes trained on the other person. I focus on him instead. He looks stunned, his eyes widened, and his lips parted. “That is impossible,” he mutters, shaking his head. “That veil hasn’t been breached in years. Who could have…” “Only one breed,” he drawls. “Hunters.” “Shit!” I didn’t think they were going to figure it out so fast. My breath hitches in my throat when he angles his head a fraction, when everything suddenly stops, as if he can sense me.

“I said what I said. Keep the pack in order. If they riot, muzzle them. If they touch Kath or any of the inner rings, break their hands. If they insult the Luna, cut their tongue and give them a level 3.” Aaron nodded. “Understood.” I turned to Levi. “We move in two. Full gear. No trail too cold. No magic too dark. No method too much.” “And if it’s a trap?” he asked. I grinned, teeth sharp, eyes glowing. “Then it’s a better hunt,” my beast spoke and hot steam escaped from my mouth. I left them and shifted on the balcony edge, launching off into the night as my bones cracked each second I got closer to the ground.

"Three days. The leaders of the seven territories will all be here. Whoever wins the hunt takes a piece of rare land." "What does that have to do with me?" "This year's prize isn't land." His gaze nailed itself to my face, those ice-blue pupils contracting inward, like he was peeling back my skin layer by layer. "It's the sacred stone shard. The one that tests for the Primal Matriarch." The fork stopped moving. *The Primal Matriarch.* Those four words dropped like a spoonful of ice water poured straight down my spinal cord, sending a numbing chill through my limbs. The old Omegas in the laundry used to tell it as a bedtime story for the newbies too terrified to sleep.

The specific quality of someone who has spent so long braced that unbrace feels unfamiliar and slightly miraculous. "Is it actually over?" he asks quietly. I think about Corvyn in a field going still. About Thalrion's hand finding mine in the grey mountain morning. About the ability burning white and precise and the silence that followed. "The hunting part? Yes." I look at him. "What comes after is different. Changing the laws. Finding the others still running." I pause. "That is not over. That is just starting." He nods slowly. "But we do it from here," he says. "Not from running."

I should behave. *** The hood was finally pulled off, and I squeezed my eyes shut against the sudden light. When I opened them again, my vision slowly cleared. The first thing I saw was a staircase. The second was a man. He stood at the top of the stairs as he belonged there, like everything beneath him was his by right. Dark hair fell carelessly over his forehead. His eyes were even darker from where I stood. Tattoos curled up the side of his neck and disappeared beneath the open collar of his black shirt.

The Calling Chapter 1 I am walking down the cliffy road, it’s dark out with only the street lamp to illuminate my path. I am slightly cold and very irritated at my current situation. I had gotten to my car only to discover the battery dead. Obviously the car would not start, could not even unlock the bloody door via car remote.

" I also have to go. I think I will take your advice. I will go to the wood and check if I can hunt on my own, without my head of department. So, goodbye, I'll see you tomorrow. " " Of course you will. So friends, right? " She said bringing out her hand for a handshake. Logan looked at her and her outstretched hand and at her again, then he smiled. He shaked her of course we are friends. " Then she hurried off to her mum who was standing akimbo. " Sorry mama, sorry for keeping you waiting, " she said as she held her mom's hand. " Let's go. " Logan hurriedly went to the woods, he dropped his backpack and went deeper into the woods, hoping to find a werewolf he can hunt. He took out his silver

Natasha I ran my fingers along the spines on my favorite shelf on the bookshelf in the corner of my room. This shelf was where all of my romance novels sat waiting to take me to another world where I could explore all of my fantasies that I was too embarrassed to verbalize. I picked up a newer book, that I had bought, up on a whim. It’s synopsis boasted of a reverse harem shifter theme that had intrigued me from the jump. I put it in my bag to read by the fountain in the middle of town later that day.