Hunted Wolf Novels & Stories

~ RIG ~ “A pack that can kill wolves,” Stephen breathed. A bolt of adrenaline speared through me as I caught his point. A creature that was specifically equipped to kill people, and wolves? And it was loose in our territory? But Cara spluttered and flapped a hand. “No. No. I couldn’t kill a wolf.” I looked at her sharply, and she caught my gaze, her eyes widening. She licked her lips. “Rig, you can’t seriously think—”

Guided by her intuition, she followed the invisible thread that led her to a secluded part of the forest. There, amidst the dense foliage, she discovered a sight that both captivated and saddened her. A lone wolf, fierce and untamed, roamed with a restless energy. The creature's coat which must have been once vibrant and sleek, was now matted and unkempt. Its eyes, once filled with life, held a haunting glimmer of enormous pain. She immediately recognised him as the last surviving member of the Blackwood pack.

The Wolf Hunt was a sacred, primal tradition for the teenagers of the pack. Under the light of the full moon, the young Alphas, Betas, and Omegas would venture into the deep, ancient woods to track and hunt. It wasn't just about the meat; it was a ritual of strength. Consuming the fresh essence of a successful hunt was believed to bolster one's inner wolf, sharpening the senses and increasing the raw power of their secondary genders. It was a night of primal connection, of running under the stars and feeling the blood of the earth pumping through your veins.

The whispers among the wolves grew louder, tales of disappearances and strange occurrences reaching Amelia's ears. One evening, as the pack gathered around the campfire, a wounded wolf stumbled into their midst. The wolf's fur was matted with blood, and fear flickered in its eyes. Amelia rushed to its side, her heart pounding. "What happened? Who did this to you?" she demanded. The wounded wolf gasped for breath, struggling to speak. "The Hunters... They're coming. They seek to eradicate all werewolves... It's a trap." Amelia's blood ran cold. The Hunters. The ancient order of humans who despised and hunted werewolves. They were relentless, driven by their conviction to eliminate what they s

All my time as an Alpha of the Tiger wood blood pack, I had never encountered any hunter as they didn't have access into our territory so hearing Tyla say the scent she perceived was like that of a hunter got me really curious. “What do you mean a hunter?” I asked. “A wolf hunter…they’re… they’re trained to track and kill wolves…they can mask their scent, move silently… they're dangerous...Really dangerous.” she said. “I know what wolf hunters are, Tyla…anyway, have you encountered one before??” “Yes, back at my pack…I got attacked by one…I had no idea how I survived it's attack but all I knew is that I woke up without any memories of my encounter with it.”

"There was a person with her … by the garden. A hooded figure, likely female. I couldn't get close enough to see clearly before she vaulted over the fence, but..." At that, I froze slightly. I knew the type. I knew what he was going to say before he even finished the sentence. “You say you saw this… person with her?” “Yes,” he said simply. “With a wolf. A dire wolf.” I spun on my heel. “That's impossible. Dire wolves haven't been seen in centuries." “It was definitely a dire wolf." Hunter wasn't one for exaggeration or flights of fancy. If he said he saw a dire wolf, the same hooded female, then…

- Andrei pretended to object, and at the very lips stretched into a smile. We had an agreement, or rather between the alpha boys, that if one of them decides to run under the moon with a she-wolf she likes, then the rest do not go for walks that night. To avoid, so to speak. After all, ordinary wolves in the animal hypostasis live more on the instincts of the beast than are guided by the human mind. And in this state, the other alpha is quite capable of switching attention to himself. Accidentally, of course! So the alphas of our community introduced a small agreement that they followed. - Date ... - I drawled, smiling in anticipation. - It would be very wrong of us to arrange a hunt for Vit

to respond. “ I’m okay. I just haven’t had sex since we broke up, so it’s been a while. also, do you have bites in your mouth? And did you always know you were a wolf when we were together? And was your brother ever really sick? “ Arron grabs a glass of water and hands me one “ yeah my mouth is a little sore we did get rough and yes I’ve always known Im a wolf I shifted at 6 years old well that is the first time I remember but my mom says all of her sons were shifting since new borns it’s said that makes naturally shift early we are of superior sex and to answer your question no my brother wasn’t sick not exactly he was experiencing his first transformation and he had been in pain longer th

Explosion is everywhere, the despair and fear of everyone is ruling all over the place but still many were wolves are fighting. It's a battle between an werewolf! "Shit" Kiefer suddenly stopped from running and when the time I turned where he was staring, my eyes immediately widened when I saw him walking closer to us with those golden eyes of him. He had a lot with him and Kiefer and I were already surrounded by them. He smiled at me. "I'm back to pick you up, Chloe" Darth said while his eyes flickering into the golden eyes. What's going on?

Without thinking about his actions he held her hand tight and pulled her to his chest, hugging her tight as she finally cried. “Do- Domi-nic Hale’s grandfather was a hunter.” Skye started while hiccupping and sobbing, whilst clutching onto the Alpha and Hakan felt his whole body freeze and his blood run cold when he heard the words following her sentence, “a Legacy Wolf hunter.”