How Do You Kill A Werewolf Novels & Stories

This is what makes a Primal more dangerous than an ordinary werewolf. "Is there no other way to kill him?" Minos asked. Cassana pulled out everything she knew about werewolves from her memory. Silver is the most effective counter against its regenerative abilities. Other than that, burning it alive would work, as well as frostbite. She doesn't have time to draw an arkogram for another Immolation spell, so she decided to just freeze it in place. She pulled out the red gemstone and as she concentrated on it, she realized that it didn't contain any energy for ice magic.

I hum in agreement as I rest my arms on the table. The leader steps forward with crossed arms. He is not the same guy who hugged me. This guy means business. He wastes no time. “We know where they’re hiding. The plan is simple. We flood them out. Once they’re exposed, we’ll move in, take them down. And we’ve got new rounds for this mission,” he says, his voice cold. My heart skips a beat. New rounds. I have to get my hands on those bullets. “Two minutes after they get hit . . . Dead.” Shit. That is next level. How can bullets even cause a werewolf’s organs to shut down in two minutes?

“Winter, if she was pushed off of a cliff, he didn’t kill her. Werewolves can’t die by drowning. It might cause them some discomfort. But they’ll still come out of it alive. Didn’t you hear what Roman told me?” Winter shook her head. “Sorry, I was a little busy distracting myself with clothes. I don’t think I’ve ever seen a closet like that before.” “Me, either,” said Nora, smiling, “but Roman told me that a werewolf could only be killed by a few things. One of their own kind, fire, and silver blessed by a priest.” Winter glared. “It doesn’t matter. It was cruel. He shouldn’t have done something like that.” “It wasn’t Ares.”

“You know the gist of things. I can’t break the bond unless I die, and I don’t want to stay dead. I need you to find a way to kill me and bring me back.” “Electrocution.” She smiled. “You want to fry me?” I scoffed. “Couldn’t you just whip up some medical cocktail and then Narcan my ass once my heart stops?” “First my sassy little friend, that’s not how Narcan works.” Rory chuckled. “Second, I don’t think there are enough opioids in this entire clinic to actually kill a werewolf. Our systems just burn through them too fast. Electrocution would definitely kill you; we just have to figure out the right voltage.”

When she shifted, I could make out several deep bruises on his torso too, alive did not mean whole indeed. I huffed, feeling satisfied, as she dropped her prisoner on top of Valerian's, both wolves indifferent to the whimpers of pain coming from the males on the floor. "Sir, you were hit." Sophia gestured to his chest, pointing a clawed finger to the particular spot where the shotgun blast had grazed my ribs under his left arm. I felt the burning sting of silver but it was minor. Silver was one of the ways to kill a werewolf, asides from decapitation and wolfsbane, and it stung like a motherfucker. My body would force the silver out and if it didn't come out on its own, a healer or doctor co

One of the rogue vampires spoke up, "What about the werewolves? They won't be affected by the potion. What do we do about them?" Draco's smile widened as he replied, "We have a surprise for them. We've created a special weapon that can take out werewolves. It's a poisoned blade that will weaken them, making it easier for us to finish them off." Another rogue spoke up, "But what about Prince Amareux himself? He's a strong alpha werewolf. How do we take him down?" Draco leaned back in his chair, stroking his chin thoughtfully. "We'll need to use our most powerful magic to take him out. I've been practicing some dark spells that should weaken him enough for us to finish him off."

Joe also told me the only way out of this cult is murder. 'If a werewolf falls in love with a vampire or another set of supernaturals, and wants to go for it, he must murder someone close to him who is human, as replacement for rejecting and leaving the pack. This human replacement will be eaten and stored as fresh meat, and so the pack would not have to hunt for some days' that is what he told me. It was very scary when he told me all these, and I had to pen them down in my diary so I would not forget.

" Grant asked. "They can indeed be killed; they are not immune, but the only way to kill them is like the stories of killing vampires. A wooden stake to the heart. Any other organ can heal and be repaired just like a werewolf can heal." Paula explained. "Then they go to the deepest depths of hell," Hela said, coming forward. "And Hubert makes their life a living misery, which they deserve." "So for all intents and purposes, we need to make sure they don't get a hold of you or your scales."

“You say these kinds of guns can’t kill werewolves?” “No, but it is still capable of causing a great deal of harm to our kind, if shot in the right places. To kill a werewolf, you’d need one with silver bullets. Only that could cause real damage. Perhaps I could get you one after we’ve gone through a few lessons—you’d need it for your safety.” “You’re not afraid I might use it on you?” “I’m more worried about you mistakenly hurting yourself with it. That’s why you do need the lessons. Now hold the gun with both hands and aim for that target board.”

Brown fur glossed in the glow, matted with dirt and old blood; gold eyes fixed on them with a terrible focus, head low, nostrils testing heat and fear. Tom lurched up, wobbling on the bad leg, snatched the silver steak knife from his tray. “Leslie—behind me.” “Don’t be stupid,” she hissed, backing anyway. The werewolf crept forward, shoulders rolling, breath fogging in the cold. Tom threw. The knife flew clean and buried to the hilt in the creature’s right hip. It screamed—rage and pain braided—staggered back, clawing at the silver, then whirled and limped into the tent maze, swallowed by canvas and shadow.