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

The Queen continued. “Now,” She smiled. “On to the challenge. In front of you, you will see a red buzzer. I am going to ask a series of questions regarding the history of werewolves, if you think you know the answer then you will press the buzzer. The first to press the buzzer will be provided with the first opportunity to answer. If correct, they win a point on the leaderboard. If incorrect, they are removed from this particular challenge and the second buzzer gets an opportunity to answer. Understood?” She questioned.

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.

I even had my dad answer a few family questions. I asked questions about the vampires. They didn't know much about their histories They did inform me that crosses, garlic, and wooden stakes don't kill them. Daylight won't make them poof into dust, however, it will kill them eventually. Their skin will burn quickly, and they'll become weak. The two basic ways to kill them are about fire, or by ripping their heads from their bodies. They knew even less about King Vilarius. It was decided that it was time to start tracking vampire attacks and training the werewolf communities harder. It was also time to train me harder in Lycan form.

Larson explained and I just nodded in response. "I thought wolfsbane can kill them, Mr. Larson?" I asked curiously but he just shrugged at me. "It can kill them but an alpha werewolf is hard to kill, Milo." Mr. Larson replied causing me to get stunned for a minute. "What should I do to k-kill a werewolf?" I asked Mr. Larson.

"She's my half-sister, you see." Miranda's eyebrows rose, and then she noticed the uncanny resemblance. Mira opened her drowsy eyes and stared at Marigold's smiling face. "That was totally badass and disgusting." Mira approved with a disapproving frown. "Sorry." Marigold chuckled, embarrassed. "But, that's the only way to kill a werewolf other than silver and poison," She explained while helping Mira sit up. "Do you know where Nueva is?" Miranda asked Alpha Gray. Sadness flashed over her troubled face.

Alexander rose from his lying position on the ground and approached her. He gave Logan a sidelong glance. “How did you do it? Clearly, it was not easy.” “It’s simple for me. I’m an alpha, but there’s something you should bear in mind before killing a werewolf. Always use Monkshood or silver. Werewolves who come into touch with silver will die. They can get injured, but if you have the proper equipment to handle the silver, you will not be injured. Your opponents, on the other hand, will suffer harm if they are stabbed in the heart.”

believe the concept of death applies to us anymore. The concept only comes in when our wolves get tired as weary and most times, it is after we've taken a break from everything we used to be involved in. Guns don't kill us. Iron knifes don't even come close. Snake bites were nothing. Mention more deadly things and we'd just be sitting right here, waiting to tell it to your face that you can't kill us off that easily. The only tested things that could kill werewolves are Silver and a particular flower whose liquid is a deadly poison, the only Poison that can kill us; Wolfsbane. Growing of the flower was prohibited and you can never even find one in the woodlands werewolf community. The only

Werewolves are killers, uncontrollable animals that thirst for blood. “Huh” Gunner huffed surprised by my question, “I’ve seen plenty of humans killed by wolves” I shot back at him. Was he trying to play innocent or something, what was with the fake shock on his face. Gunner stepped forward and grabbed my shoulders. He crouched down so that we were eye level. “What are you talking about?” he asked urgently, I scoffed annoyed and tried to shake out of his hold. He pulled me back to look at him roughly and repeated the question,

“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.”

A few were the same age, but mostly their age differences were also random and disoriented. It was no secret that werewolves were immortal, supernatural creatures. It wasn't completely impossible for them to lose their lives but it was extremely rare that they did. Whoever it was that was behind the killings had obviously done a thorough study of them and was successfully killing them in a way they wouldn't be able to recover from even with their superhuman capabilities. I pushed the file back, refusing to let my sympathy reflect on my face before Trevor preyed on it.