Hunted Wolf Novels & Stories

Moon closed his eyes to block the tears in his eyes from falling. "Kurgi and I were hunted for a couple hundred years before meeting up with Anatashi and her pack. She invited us in with arms wide open. We stayed and life settled down for us. Not too long after, at least for us, maybe a couple centuries later, we started hearing rumors of another wolf foolishly challenging Nature. The Dark Alpha of Sakura," he looked Rex dead in the eyes, not allowing him to look away, he continued speaking,

It had the same wolf as always, but this time it was very different. “Well, I do, but this one was different. I am usually running through the woods. Like I am being chased by wolves.” “By wolves?” He asks. “Yeah, I think there are multiple, but I only ever see one. It's this beautiful white wolf with green eyes like mine.” “Oh really?” Luka seemed so captivated as he waited for me to continue.

If I had a wolf, I would be following in a long family tradition. It was unheard of for a she-wolf to leave the pack. They always had mates, typically fated but if not, usually males would begin offering to take her as a chosen mate within a few months. If after two Mates Dinners, a she-wolf didn't find her mate, she could technically opt to go to college, as long as she returned for every Mates Dinner. But I didn't know of a single she-wolf that actually had. I had looked to see in the pack office last year, I looked at stats for pack members with college degrees. Our pack values education and many members go to college, but it's mostly males.

He let out a boisterous laugh, placing a hand over his chest as it bobbed vigorously. “Ok, Kaia. Let’s see what you’re made of.” ***Julian If someone had told me I’d be hunting alongside a large predatorial wolf who tracked the woods faster than I could blink, I would have laughed in their face. She was incredible... fast as she was lethal. Before I knew it, the wolf pounced on a young buck and let out a howl for my attention. Sharpened canines dug into the poor animal’s throat as it thrashed around, letting the blood pour out. The wolf was unfazed as it clenched its jaw, holding a firm grip. Slowly, the legs stopped kicking. And then only a few last twitches before the animal’s eyes glassed

Film images of bloodthirsty animals with huge fangs and claws, tearing people apart, came to mind. “Just don’t faint, mistress,” the guy said worriedly, observing her shocked look. - I think you will be against me touching you. And it is unknown how long you remain unconscious. And I’m not eager to touch you. He pointed his hand at her, and his tone was serious, without a hint of amusement. The thought of being touched by a werewolf made her dizzy. Anika took a deep breath, trying to keep her sanity and calm her anxiety. But this guy didn't look like the bloodthirsty beast from the movies. Quite a cute dog, or rather a wolf, with silky fur. The ideas about werewolves did not add up to the ex

he explained, gaze distant. The erratic fluttering of her heart began again, like a bird flying around in its cage. Rogue wolves were supposed to be rare now–a thing of the past. "And since they're in our vicinity now, it makes it our problem and responsibility. I was young the last time an incident like this had detrimental effects, and I'm hoping something like it doesn't happen again."

The door was locked and I was alone. *** Magnus We ran through the blinding blizzard, a tightly packed wolf pack. Hein and his soldiers followed my lead. The biting wind whipped at our faces, stinging our eyes, but we trudged on gray ghosts against the whiteout. The scouts went ahead, searching for traps. They will not catch us unawares a second time. With only a few wolves, I aimed to flush the hunters out, making them chase us and lead them into the ambush where more wolves waited.

Leon and Dom where stood in together with their bloodied hands touching. “Kill them all.” I heard Hunter scream as he seemed to writhe on the ground in pain. I watched at the rogues across the small field all shifted at once and charged towards us. Seconds later, Leon's men shifted and moved like a finely tuned unit. My view sudden was obscured and I looked to see a beautiful golden wolf standing in front of me, growling. “Shannon?” I whispered, and the wolf turned and gave a small bow of her head. Her wolf was enchanting and the way her fur moved reminded me of swirling liquid gold.

I said as I looked the man over once before turning to Kane, he opened his mouth but Aramis spoke first, my attention going back to him. “Hunters are an elite squad within wolf packs. Similar to Scouts in their skill set but more prone to apprehension and elimination. Think of us like Bounty Hunters while Scouts are trackers and protectors. Hunters are the elite of the elite and we are the only pack that has them.” He explained, his confidence and hubris apparent when he spoke of them. I raised an eyebrow and nodded slowly, impressed but still suspicious of the wolf in question. There was just something about him that didn’t sit right with me.

Only a rare few things can disrupt this powerful bond—one of them being harm to the wolf within. This is where the Hunters come in. Born out of a need to maintain order and keep evil werewolves in check, Hunters discovered a cruel but effective way to harm us. They use silver arrows, their tips coated with a substance known as wolf poison. On its own, the poison is harmless to humans. But to our kind, it’s lethal. It weakens the wolf inside, cutting off its ability to heal or protect. Without our wolves, we’re just like any other mortal being—fragile and vulnerable.