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

she revealed. "Werewolves," Rebecca muttered to herself, as if trying to process the revelation. "And did you find anything?" I asked, hoping for some positive news. After a moment of hesitation, she nodded. "Yes... Apparently, there is a way to kill the werewolves. A stab from a red oak tree can kill a werewolf. "Hope surged within me at the revelation. Finally, a means to eradicate these monsters. "But no one has seen these trees in years," Dr. Singh added, her tone tinged with uncertainty.

the young girl screamed in fear when the big wolf is approaching her. Accalia quickly run to LuNa but a wolf blocked her. "Get the h*ll out you monster!" Accalia shouted and throw the knife that she was holding to the wolf's eyes. Then, she stands on the chair and jumps to the neck of the wolf. She gets the knife to the eye of the wolf and pricks it to its other eyes. The wolf growls loudly because of the pain that he was feeling as it was moving rapidly. Accalia bursts her anger at the wolf as she keeps pricking the knife that she was holding. Her knife was invented by her uncle and it was especially made against the werewolves.

“Rafael, how can someone kill her and then throw her body at our borders? Why weren’t the warriors able to catch anyone’s scent?” Saraya asked, because she knew werewolves could smell unknown humans or werewolves on their territory. Alex, Raf, VD, and Kevin were sitting around the study room. They looked at each other upon hearing this and then turned their gaze to Saraya. “Honey Bee, that’s only possible if the killer is a witch or wizard, or maybe a vampire who knows how to hide their scent. Or perhaps the killer is a werewolf who knows very well how to hide their smell from others,” Raf explained while listing all the possibilities.

I look at the Alpha and say, "Just show me the bodies." Alpha Dan starts walking, and I follow him. Mark and William, my best friends, are right behind me. "Should I prepare some stakes?" William says in a low tone, and Mark chuckles. Some werewolves say that a way to kill a moroi is by impaling a stake in his heart. "Why? You want me to shove it up your ass?" I say while I jump over some burned wood. Mark tries hard not to laugh. "You are such a sadist!" William says, and I grin.

Lobo asked. “They lost control. Got too pissed off while fighting and ended up showing a little of their nature, just enough to convince the spectators that they were abominations to be killed.” Zeeb snorted. “How do humans kill werewolves without…you know…wolfsbane?” He whispered the last part like a human was listening. “By ganging up with sharp weapons,” Celia said almost absently, eyes on the table. When she looked up, they were all looking at her. She shrugged. “I’m sure you all remember my father.”

The wolf’s body hovered inches from the stranger’s outstretched hand. Completely immobilized. Jarek’s heart slammed violently in his chest. “That’s not possible,” he whispered. The stranger examined the suspended wolf with mild interest. “Strong,” he admitted. Then he flicked his fingers. The wolf flew backward. Not thrown. Launched. His body smashed through three trees before disappearing into the forest with a thunderous crash. Silence returned. Jarek and the remaining warrior stared in horror. The stranger brushed imaginary dust from his sleeve. “I would prefer not to waste time fighting,” he said calmly.

They were too great in numbers. The loud chattering of the curious crowd became silent as we saw our leader Bazaar Wharr accompanied by 7 of his strongest werewolf hunters. Werewolf hunters were the ones who search for werewolves and capture them so we can learn about their weaknesses. Over the years they have managed to find one weakness of them and that was metal or the piece of iron I saw within the werewolf boy I foolishly saved years ago. It can weaken and kill them if aimed at the right spot of their body. All eyes gazed upon Bazaar a 40-year-old white hair and dark eye man. He was in his armour with his sharp sword at his side. He was quite fit for his age and looked younger.

I could feel the primal rage emanating from its eyes, but I met its gaze with unwavering resolve. As the werewolf's struggles weakened, I knew victory was within reach. Drawing on every ounce of strength, I summoned a final surge of power. With a primal howl, I tightened my grip, snapping the creature's neck. The werewolf let out a guttural howl of pain, its body crumbling to the ground. Its body went limp beneath me, and his life was extinguished.

Zayden stepped in front of Kaelira, his hackles rising, a wall of midnight muscle shielding her from the crimson gaze. “Mine,” the thought vibrated through the air, projected from Zayden with the force of a physical blow. The red-eyed wolf threw back his head and let out a laugh—a sound that was half-human, half-beast, and entirely chilling. “Not for long, Alpha. The Blood Moon is thirsty.” The red wolf lunged. Kaelira screamed—or tried to. The sound that came out was a high-pitched, desperate yelp. She sat bolt upright in bed, her chest heaving, her nightshirt drenched in cold sweat. The morning light was gray and dismal, filtering through the curtains of her dorm room.

} {"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?"}