How Do You Kill A Werewolf Novels & Stories

He flinched slightly but didn’t pull away. “Tell me!” I demanded. “It is possible for her to survive, but it is possible that the action would kill her as well. If she were to mate a werewolf, she could share the healing abilities of her mate. Since she can’t agree to the mating process, a werewolf bite could kill her.”

But I can’t focus on him, and I don’t have time to check on anyone else—I have an asshole to defeat. I pounce on top of Ryan, rolling him onto his back. Blood is trickling from his nose and mouth. He must have slammed into the solid rock headfirst. I have no pity. If I don’t stop him now, he’ll kill my Alex, and my new friends. I want blood…Ryan’s blood. I can feel his hot, stinky breath on my face. I lower my head even closer as I growl at him. Ryan reaches up to snap at me with his teeth, but I’m even quicker. I remember what Rita said earlier about the only way to kill a werewolf.

I nodded my head at what brother in law asked "Then why don't we turn them into werewolves, it will be much easier for them to protect her since they live together and plus werewolves are extremely lethal to vampires, the only way a vampire can kill a werewolf is by using a gun or anything that makes sure the vampire doesn't come into contact with the Wolf, our fur and blood is extremely poisonous to them and just one touch from us the vampire would be screaming in pain and running away.." he suggested "Yeah that could work.." dad afirmed as we all nodded our heads

“How… how do they know who is a werewolf?” Beatrice sighed, walking closer to her. “Mostly by testimony. If someone suspects, they report. The hunters begin to watch the one suspected. They follow them, wait for a night when the moon is full. They watch to see if the person goes into the woods, if they shift. They wait until there is proof. Without proof, they cannot act.” Rina clutched her dress at her chest. Her voice shook. “And when they have proof?” Beatrice’s eyes darkened. “They wait. They wait until the wolf has shifted back into human form. That is when they strike. They take the person, chain them, and execute them.”

He is the Lycan Prince. She is the werewolf he was raised to hate. And the Moon Goddess has bound them together. Rosewyn has spent her life underneath the tyrant reign of Lycans, watching her people, the werewolves suffer while the royal family grows more powerful. When she nearly kills the Lycan Prince, she is captured and dragged to the capital where Rosewyn is forced to become the breeder for the same man she tried to murder, Lucian the cold ruthless prince. She loathes him. He loathes her too. And Rosewyn has no intention of becoming his obedient mate. She has seven ways to kill him. But killing Lucian becomes complicated when the prince she was raised to despise start

The door slammed and it peeled out, tires screaming against the asphalt. I turned to look at her, sizing her up. She had lowered the gun, but only slightly, and from this distance it wouldn’t be hard for her to put a bullet directly into my heart, one of the two ways that a werewolf can be killed with a regular bullet. I sat still. She didn’t take her eyes off me but held her hand out. The man in the front passenger seat slapped a syringe into it and I saw that it was filled with dark green liquid. Wolfsbane. This was going to hurt.

} {"Do you know it, Alpha Shaka?" {"Yes, child."} He smiles bitterly. {"It's the most effective way to decompose a werewolf quickly. Our saliva naturally kills the regenerative ability of our own kind as the body slowly dies. This only works on a dead body, so always make sure your target is dead, Okay?"}

Edgar glanced slightly, then focused on his work on Gabriel's wound. "When could the silver bullet kill a werewolf? Does it also kill vampires or any other immortal creatures?" Edgar asked based on his curiosity. Gabriel sighed and then glanced to the right side. "Head. If you shoot at the head, a werewolf will die. And yes, it also kills vampires and other immortals." Gabriel finally answered with a low tone. Edgar was stunned, staring at Gabriel. He was a human who knew the secret of killing creatures like Gabriel. Gabriel felt no obligation to inform Edgar about it since he was now part of the clan.

But since the pact had rendered such an attack impossible, their survival was all but assured, but that doesn't make them immortal; they could die of old age. There remained one ancient method of killing a werewolf, whispered among those who sought to wield such knowledge. A single, deadly weapon: a dagger, its blade meticulously crafted from the wood of the sacred Bulloak tree. But it wasn’t just the weapon itself—it had to be dipped in a rare, lethal wine made from the fruit of the Maori plant, a substance poisonous only to werewolves. Even then, it had to be driven straight into their skulls. A precise, unforgiving strike. Anything less would be useless.

"So we sent our strongest fighters forward to trigger it. Then, once the Vampires closed the trap, our reserve forces moved in. Half of them shifted into their wolves to tie down the enemy flankers, while the other half remained in human form and picked them apart with long range firepower." That meant we had to use silver bullets, things that were in short supply these days. Silver was one of the few things that could slow down, or even kill, both Werewolves and Vampire. In human form anyway, it was either that, cutting of their heads, or stabbing them straight through the heart. A tricky thing to do since they were very fast, and had a cage of bone protecting most of their vital organ. Whi