The Primal Hunter Book 10 Novels & Stories

"Are you sure about that, leader Matilda? The hunter is tricky. She always changes her appearance, therefore, it's a bit hard to find her. I also heard from her victims that she use something to hide her real scent." Kasper looks at his mom and she just nods. Kasper's mother gave him a look to just follow her command. "My son is not the leader of the alpha pack for nothing. He just needs to observe the hunter and find out who's her informant because I guess that there is a spy here in our village... Don't let your guard down, my son. And if you found an opportunity, kill the hunter!" "Yes, mother," Kasper said and bow to her. "I will accompany the alpha leader." Every one of them look at Fli

“You hesitate and it could cost you your life or the life of the hunters working with you.” I nod but I can’t focus on his words. I know the spiel. He’s said them over and over to me when he first started training me at five. By seven, he’d taken me on my first hunt. By 10, I’d killed my first wolf; a rogue that we’d tracked for weeks. We’d found him in a home, a woman dead beside him as he gorged on her flesh. It had been an easy choice…I hadn’t even winced when I pulled the trigger and ended the pitiful monster’s life.

“Are they really going to just let me fall back?” That's actually... cause me a sigh of relief. I'm tired by the eyes that following my every steps! Then there's Grandma I notice anxious and been in contact with the messengers lady. And everyone of them is given grandma a jade, however it only cause Grandma to deeply anxious. Then her expression greatly change, she said in certainty, “It must be those horrible species! The Lycan kidnapped the future of the huntress!” “Future... of the huntress?” I curiously eyed everyone that suddenly voice out their wanting to wipe out the species they despise.

I start to head north when I get another link from Jace. Kade coming your way fast. I just caught sight of the rogue headed that way and it looks like there’s a hunter on his tail. Looks like he went too far south and got spooked back this way. Thanks for the heads up. I’m on it. I close the link again and turn back south keeping my eyes peeled for any movement and my ears up listening for the chase. After a few minutes I think Jace may have been a little off in telling me the direction, when I hear the faint sound of a dirt bike. That must be the hunter chasing after the rogue. We need this one since the last one we had decided to kill himself, and with the woman this morning we have even m

She was a storm, unmoving, unyielding, daring anyone to challenge her. Alexander and Raymond didn’t hesitate. They sprinted down the path she indicated, breaking through low branches, crunching over undergrowth, leaping fallen logs. Behind them, the forest echoed with growls, bullets, and shouts. Ruth didn’t follow. She stayed, ready, fearless, a wall between the hunters and them. Alexander’s chest heaved, lungs burning, muscles screaming for rest, but he didn’t stop. The wolf inside him still lingered, claws itching, fangs sharp. Bloodlust hovered at the edges of his mind, snapping at the human part of him.

I breathed hard, dragging my body up as I crawled forward on all fours like a fucking dog. I didn't stop, didn't even look back, not even when the air around me stiffened. Not even when the animals went quiet and the trees froze as though they had held their breath. Because deep down, I already knew what this meant. Growing up, I heard stories, rumours by the other slaves about the Hunter's Territory. No one dared to cross last this line, not even Alpha's or Betas and especially, not Omegas like myself. This land belonged to someone or something more deadly and mysterious.

Her eyes lit up as she saw them. "Yes, they are. Do you read those kinds of books?" Hunter asked, glancing at the books and then at Aleah’s reaction. He had never seen such enthusiasm before. Then again, he wasn't the kind of person who enjoyed socializing. Perhaps that's why he was known as a master tactician and strategist—because of his solitary nature. He spent more time at the camp than at his own home. He didn't have many friends outside the Astral Guardian Camp and was probably closer to his guns than to people.

And I almost heard a champagne bottle pop. This is it! A full throttle retaliation would be served—. But nothing happened. “You!” Charlie exclaimed in surprise and fury. My curious eyes flew open. And I found myself staring at Hunter’s back. Or his black jacket. That broad, muscular stature was covering me entirely so I wouldn’t be seen. I felt relieved. But I was also furious. Hunter Black is the last wolf in the realm I want here. How will I ever be rid of him when he keeps doing this?

Here is Chapter 4 of Hunter's Prey. The next full moon rose huge and bright over the forest. Damien’s heart pounded as Luka led him through the trees toward the edge of his old hunter camp. The bond between them burned hot in his chest. His body already dripped slick down his thighs with every step. His cock hung heavy and hard, leaking steadily. The shift wanted to come again, pulled by the moon and by the alpha walking beside him. Luka stopped at the tree line. They could see the camp clearly. Four hunters sat around a fire, rifles close, talking about the missing Damien and the beast that took him. Their voices carried on the night air.

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