Famous Witch Hunters Novels & Stories

Simply staring at the fire, engulfed in our thoughts. “You know, on nights like this it’s special because the moon goddess blesses werewolves and their wishes. For some, tonight is the night they get to meet their mates and for some, it is the first time they wolf out, for some, it’s the beginning of a glorious destiny,” I muttered while I stared at the fire but I could clearly feel her gaze on me. She inched closer so our hips could touch. “I think I have a wish,” “Let me guess, run as far as you can from Alpha Hansel and his troubles,”

"No. If that witch is really there, then tight security is not unusual anymore. It doesn't matter, even if they know of our existence. It will all be over as long as we can kill the witch." The hunters were humans who had exchanged oaths of allegiance with witches in exchange for longevity and extraordinary strength. Every year, they must drink the witch's blood again in order to survive. Hence, the lives of witches and hunters can be referred to as one. The witch's death would be the death of the hunters. "We will do everything according to plan. Is that alright with you, Stefan?" Stefan nodded after Ullric asked him. "Of course," he replied calmly. Stefan's eyes gazed at the half-moon abov

“You fools think you can contain me? I am far more powerful than you can comprehend! Release me now, or you shall face the consequences!” The chief and his hunters stood resolute, unaffected by the witch’s threats. They had faced numerous foes in their quest to protect the innocent from dark magic, and they were prepared for any challenge. With precision and coordination, they approached the captive witch, binding her with chains forged from enchanted silver—a material that weakened her powers. The witch struggled against her restraints, her attempts to break free futile against the combined strength and skill of the witch hunters. Realizing that escape was impossible, she turned her gaze to

The next moment she snapped them open, she yelled an enchantment. “Lutmirium!” With the hunters frozen midway, they finally realized their fatal mistake—underestimating the witch! Fully open for any attacks, the hunters watched how they were killed by the gigantic wolf before them. Completely at its mercy, without any chance to fight back or without any choice to talk and negotiate, all the hunters could do was to accept their painful fate.

Alice pretends to inspect the books' covers as we walk. "You know the Salem Witch trials?" she whispers. I nod. "Of course." "The Silver Hunters were founded by some of their descendants." I frown. "Huh? For what purpose?" We stop walking and she looks around to make sure no one is close. "Because they had something against witches. But then it grew as they discovered there are more than witches out there. Now they're hunting everyone." We're almost to the wall where she showed me the secret book, the one she said we weren't supposed to know about.

Hunters…Is this a coincidence that all enemies are now appearing out of nowhere? Hunters are mostly vengeful witches or gifted humans who hate werewolves to the point they come to hunt us down. I remember they attacked us once when I was nine years old. Those hunters breached our border using scent hiding spells and then killed many pack members with silver bullets fired from shotguns. The damage was severe, but my father had managed to kill every single one of them with the help of the previous Alpha King as it was impossible to fight them alone. My heart sinks as I look at Matthew. He wont get hurt right?

She questioned. "Have you heard of what is called the wolf hunters?" He questioned as she furrowed hed brows. The expression on her face told him she knew nothing about those creatures. He sighed and began prowling slowly in the spacious hall. "I told you I have limited information about this. The witches and the wolf hunters know more" he sighed. "But what I know is that the witches tried to revolt, due to their grievances, so the wolves had them banished" he finished but she was still not satisfied.

Killing them was usually just as hard, though. “So who was the hunter?” I asked, shuffling back in my seat. “Esther – that was my girlfriend – was searching for a witch to help her undo the curse. Who better to track down a witch than a woman trained to do so from birth?” He shrugged. “That was when I met Steph. Stephanie,” he corrected, and then he frowned to himself, as though admonishing himself for rudely using her nickname. “She was very much like you. Though she didn’t have the spark of passion that you do, Callie. She was more... clinical. By the book.”

Our wedding plans and the crowning ceremony had been pushed back. He also told me that when the witches died, the hunters had vanished including the ones inside the city. He had been using all of his resources to find them, but there had been no traces until now. They must have known that the situation had been reversed. They were the ones who had to run away now because they were the ones being hunted now. But I don’t believe they would remain in hiding for a long time or that they had backed out from the game when they lost their benefactors.

The gifted essence acted as a shield for them. It was believed that the clan will reveal themselves when the world will call out to them. Queen Vanessa knew that it was time. King Victor hired several human hunters to hunt the covens of the witches. Those magical creatures were a threat to the rein of the tyrant and hence they were wished to be removed. Several small packs who were courageous enough to raise their voices were slaughtered. Their huts were burned and so were the families living in. The little pups were left chained, to see their parents burn alive. The trauma and fear in their hearts made them swear their loyalty to the King.