How Do You Kill A Werewolf Novels & Stories

The vampire screamed and tried to wrestle the knife out of my hands but I stabbed him again with it. Talon was already on his feet, backing away. Then I sensed it, the scent gave them away. The werewolves. “Sofia!” Maverick barged into the bathroom. I continued to stab Ren until his neck was separated from the body. It was the only way to kill vampires apart from sunlight. Blood covered the tiles, the puddle spreading until it touched the man’s boot at the entrance. The guard stood a few feet away from me, not making a move to cover the distance. From the way they were looking at me with scared looks on their faces, I knew they had seen the real me.

Suddenly, her heart could no longer bear it anymore, thinking about how their last moment with each other went. Her body trembled so badly but she tried to go nearer, she buried her face in his bloodied chest as she gave him a tight embrace. "No, I can't go on without you and our children, please." She begged, though she knows there would be no use of it as he is no longer breathing and the arrow that was burrowed in his heart was enough to kill him in one go. A steel arrow is a sure way to kill a werewolf. But to aim it at the heart guarantees death even more.

They both fall onto the dried leaves, a crack reaching my ears. “Fuck! This bitch is not normal! Look at her eyes!” the man yells at the other werewolf. He still has the energy to yell after I tried to kill them with air pressure and volts of electricity? And to think I was thinking of drowning them at the nearby pond afterward. “Nikki!” I hasten my steps toward the two as they stand up.

Her face still stained with tears. I blink at them. "What?" Mom finally lets go, a soft laugh slipping past her lips. "That’s the first thing you think to ask?" Dad leans back, amusement flickering in his eyes. "Of all the things you could be worried about, and that’s what comes to mind?" I cross my arms, feeling my face heat up. "Well, yeah! I mean, isn’t that, like, a werewolf thing?" Don’t get me wrong. If you ask me a thousand ways to take out a werewolf, I could give you every single one without blinking. Silver, wolfsbane, decapitation—the list goes on. But knowing how to kill something doesn’t mean you understand it.

Only four days from tonight by lethal injections. We had come up with a lethal injection that works very well it’s a concentrated liquid wolfbane and silver powder mixed with silver nitrates. This combination spread throughout the body killing off any regenerative properties and destroys the body within minutes turns a werewolf to dust. Highly efficient and none reversable. I hate having to put down one of my own pack members, but she is clearly insane and guilty. The injection was faster and more humane than me slashing her throat our yanking her heart out, although it wouldn’t bother me after what she did. But we as a pack wanted to be more humane and not like our ancestors. Just because o

She was hugging her mom crying while they went home as well. I began to cry. Life for us all was starting to get worse now that our leader was obsessed with killing all werewolves. "Keep your eyes close," my mom told me. I did. When I got home. I went into the shower. My entire body was soaked when my mom threw water onto my face until I felt my eyes stop burning. She helped me to the shower. I went into dry clothes and lay down. "Our leader would hurt us just to catch a werewolf," my mom said upset as she sat beside me.

Kenn spoke as he stepped down from the stairs. "What do you mean?" asked Amelie who followed behind him. Kenn stopped his steps cupped his hands on his buttocks and turned around to face Amelie. "Wolves don't die just from being scratched, kicked or thrown. Even being beaten by thousands of werewolves will not die." "Then?" Amelie was getting curious. Stepping back into the room, she walked over to a cupboard full of dust and opened it. "The silver sword. It's the only sword that can kill a wolf," said Kenn who gently wiped the sword. "You stab it in the heart and it will die," explained Kenn who also remembered that time.

In the middle was herb garden, small glowing orbs floated around it as blue butterflies fluttered about happily. Gerwulf placed me at one of the tables and instructed me to remove my shirt. I carefully pulled my warm sweater off and awkwardly dangled my legs from the side. "A true witch is hard to kill. Hylda thought cutting her throat would do the trick, but nope," Gerwulf turned towards me with a small glass pot in his hand. He opened it and rubbed the salve onto the bite marks. "How do you kill a witch then?" "It's much more gruesome than that. You have to pierce the heart, separate the head, and burn the body. Otherwise they'll just heal. How fast depends on how much damage they take."

That was the easiest way to kill a werewolf—the heart. You either used a wolfsbane or aimed for the heart. “You silly girl!” Rogan growled, catching my wrist midair, and he knocked the knife away from my hand. It clattered across the stone. His fingers tightened around my wrist, his good eye was red, and fury radiated off him. Fuck. I was done for. I needed to act fast, else he'd kill me before I could get to him. “I should have killed you earlier. Now, I am not holding back.” Rogan hissed into my ear as he twisted me so my back was to him.

It got some pack members and I saw them desiccating as soon as it hit them. Shit! Wolfsbane. That was only what could incapacitate a werewolf and quicksilver too. But using wolfsbane was the easiest way to kill off a werewolf. I dodged an arrow that was shot at me. Luckily, I glimpsed the shooter and leapt to meet him. I tore the arrow and bow away from his hand and proceeded to claw his face. I didn't stop until I was certain he wouldn't be able to come after us. “Good,” Laurent whispered.