How Do You Kill A Werewolf The Impossible Quiz Novels & Stories

“And not normal in the least. But if you want one more proof, I’ll risk a lifetime in jail to give you all that.” Everyone gasped at the realization of what he wanted to do. Since werewolves couldn’t die except when stabbed in the heart with a silver weapon, a slash across his throat could prove the point. Before anyone could stop Brad from his crazy idea, he dragged the sharp blade across Xavier’s neck and everyone watched in horror as black blood sprayed from his neck all over the floor of the classroom. Xavier gasped and gurgled, spitting and coughing out black blood for a long time but he didn’t die. Students stared at him, surprised, expecting him to fall to the floor exhausted. He had

Lola just smiled politely and answered, “Just because I think a tradition that enables rape and violence should be canceled doesn’t mean there wouldn’t be opportunities to find your mate. I would say we have a festival for it with different activities so all the young wolves can get to know each other. Of course, there should still be ways to find your mate. All I am saying is that the process should be equal instead of females being hunted.” She raised her voice, “BUT THOSE ARE ALL DETAILS THAT WE CAN WORK OUT TOGETHER AS A PACK. WE ARE WEREWOLVES FOR FUCKS SAKE. WE CAN HAVE THE WORLD AT OUR FEET IF WE ARE UNITED AND STRONG. SO, WHAT DO YOU ALL SAY, DO WE WANT TO HIDE IN THE SHADOWS OR DO W

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.

Wolfsbane was one of the few things that could kill a werewolf, it was both fatal and dangerous for them just as garlic was for us vampires. "But I came to this bar yesterday and I can't remember anything strange happening" Hunter suddenly said looking around the bar. Julia's eyes widened "Did you drink anything from here?". He nodded "Yeah...I think I took one shot". "We need to get you tested" Axel quickly stated. "So did you guys go around to ask the people in this community about the incident and if they had a slight idea on what or who could have done this?" Hunter asked obviously changing the topic.

“Well… Not necessarily. The full moon is merely a trigger and also a power-up. Otherwise, you guys can change anytime once you’ve turned. And from what I can see, you’ve just went through your first transformation.” “I guess… I didn’t know I was a werewolf until now…” “Your parents were hiding it from you. They’re werewolves too.” “Hey, how do you know? It’s not like they changed in front of you or anything, did they?” “There are other ways of knowing, trust me.” “So, about this mind speak thingy…”

Teya said, letting Elise know her answers were wrong. "First of all, cast iron is a leprechaun myth. Second, wolf bane weakens werewolves, not vampires. Garlic does not affect vampires, and neither does sunlight, though that's what novelists and movie producers believe and want others to believe as well. Silver is another one that applies to werewolves. There are only three ways to kill a Vampire without weakening them: decapitate them, burn them, or stake them through the heart with thorn wood. Holy water and dead man's blood are their only known weaknesses." "What is thorn wood and dead man's blood?" Teya asked. Though I was sure, she already knew.

Getting outside of the car, both Devlin and Lucy started to shoot the werewolves. Lucy killed two wolves by shooting them straight on the foreheads and at that time, Devlin killed another three wolves by shooting them straight inside their mouth when they growled. They both stood near each other and the werewolves stood opposite them.

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.

I reach for my gun, but the werewolf is too strong. Then my fingers brush against a stick. Without hesitation, I grab it and slam it hard across the werewolf’s skull. It stumbles. Quickly, I scramble for my gun, whip it up, and fire directly at the werewolf’s heart. The wolfsbane and quicksilver bullet pierces through flesh and bone. The werewolf howls, clutching its chest before collapsing to the ground, writhing violently in pain. Then it goes still. Limp. Dead.

"This is where the only place on earth where their scents lead us. So, better tell us anything, or else I'm gonna rip off your throat." "Even if you are going to kill me, wolf, you'll get nothing from me. I know nothing about what you accused me of," he replied despite having difficulty breathing. "And I will be the happiest man if you end up my terrible life." "What?" I furrowed. My voice hesitated and my grip around his neck began to loosen up. "What did you say?" Everyone in the cave also felt the same way as my wolf. We were all werewolves apart from Alex and his friends who are vampires. But we also have something in common - the ability to determine if the person is telling the truth o