Hunted Wolf Novels & Stories

Enthusiasm and courage are the words Nolan uses to describe Windy. Nolan smiled and nodded, "Then I'll hunt in the northeast." The two split up and ran in the chosen direction. But they never expected Ezra's enemies to have entered the forest long ago. The leader of the assassin group is a Wolf with a pretty special fur. It has a reddish brown coat that is different from the rest of the species. Next to it was a wolf with jet-black fur similar to Ezra. But if you look closely, you will see the difference between the two.

I have only ever heard stories from my seniors of werewolf's being able to stand on two legs, I thought it was just a myth considering I've been a werewolf hunter for so long, killed hundreds of wolves and has never seen one this big. This must be what they call a hybrid wolf, a wolf much more ruthless than an alpha. During all that was happening I somehow notice that he or it was gorgeous. The kind of beauty that shouldn't belong to something so deadly. And yet, as he turned to look at me, there was no cruelty there. Only concern.

Zane looked up, and his entire body went rigid. On the roof stood a snow-white wolf three times the size of Hunter. Its eyes were pure blood-red, the hallmark of the legendary Southern Faction Supreme Alpha, the man everyone thought was just a myth. The white wolf didn't attack Hunter or Seth; its terrifying gaze locked directly onto my now-flattened stomach, as if it knew exactly where Aria had been taken.

Another guy stood up, "I'm Ralph Bensen, a member of the beta hounds pack too. I like trekking. If you like to go trekking sometime, I'm pleased to help you." Lucian hit on Ralph's shoulder and made him sit in his place. "I'm Jacob Elrod, member of stealth Mane pack." "I'm Teo, a human." looked at the guys beside him and made a smile at me. "I'm Rudina Hart, alpha female of a howling jaws pack. Nice to meet you, Ms Hopper." Why are there so many werewolves in this class than humans? I saw the guy who helped me from the bus terminal to the school. The talkative guy? He's in this class too?

Against all odds, he grasped his rifle with his remaining hand, took aim, and focused on the black wolf. Bang! The bullet tore through the air, finding its mark on the black wolf's body. A pained yelp echoed through the woods, but the shot failed to claim its life. Instead, the impact further fueled the beast's rage, its eyes now fixed on the hunter who dared to wound it. With a menacing bark, the black wolf lunged at the hunter, who desperately fired another shot but missed. Helplessly, he fell victim to the wolf's ferocious assault, its jaws closing in on him with deadly intent before pouncing on him and vanquishing his life.

Alpha asked. “ Well, I came to see if you were having any problems recently.” I said. I explained to Alpha about the wild wolves we have seen in our area. Normally, that isn’t a big deal but these wolves had bright red eyes, were in bad shape and the oddest part was they seemed to be looking for something. They would sniff around then move on. Alpha Riverclaw and his son looked at each other. Luther nodded and Alpha said “ I’m sorry you are having these problems. We hadn’t realized it was affecting other packs. The wolves won’t harm your pack. They have a spell on them and they are looking for something. Since you don’t have it they will move on.” “ So you know what is going on? And you are

Without hesitation, the wolf darted back into the depths of the forest, a spectral figure blending seamlessly with the moonlit foliage. Drew, compelled by an inexplicable force, pursued the enigmatic white wolf. The forest, alive with whispers of ancient tales, seemed to guide him through the labyrinth of shadows and moonbeams. The chase became a dance between the human and the untamed, a journey that blurred the lines of reality and the mystical.

He replied. That was fact. When I saw Hunter’s wolf on the day we met, it was dark brown. I picked up the brown because we were under the moon. If Edwin had seen Hunter’s wolf here, were the moon’s light was covered by trees, it’d look darker and like a black figure moving around. “Usually, pups shift to wolfs with bright colors that will darken as they grow. Hunter’s wolf is one of a kind.” I noted. Surprisingly, my wolf agreed. “He is special.”

I revealed and for the first time, Zach actually showed an expression that I knew was tied to Hayley. "This might be bad," He said and my heart sank. "My boys received word that a wolf was captured by poachers today around noon. I couldn't identify her since she wasn't a member of my pack, perhaps it's the person you're looking for." He informed us before handing over to us a video of the event.

The wolf moved very slowly in my direction, gradually emerging from under the blackness of the forest. The moon finally deigned to fully peek out from behind the clouds and illuminated the space around. At that moment I saw that he was walking slowly because he was wounded. The hind paw actually drags along and falls on the front. As if I heard the shot of a signal pistol, I rushed to him and already at a distance of three meters I realized by smell - Alex! - Yes, yours! Alex, be patient, now I'll call for help, - I ran up to him, examining the wounds. To which the wolf growled and hooted.