Hunter Wally Novels & Stories

Walter, his equally useless cunt of a brother says. I grab Walter’s arm, the right one, the one with the hideous tattoo on it, and twist it behind his back. I pull his arm upwards until I hear the satisfying pop of his shoulder dislocating. “You couldn’t track her?” “We- We couldn’t find her scent, Alpha,” Wyatt says. I let Walter go and kick Wyatt in the knee, shivering with excitement when his kneecap shatters. The wolf howls and goes down, clutching his leg. “Alpha! You are being unreasonable.”

He wrecked carnage like a messenger of death till only one of the guards remained, the guard dropped his weapons and knelt in surrender "Please, spare me. I know where they took her, I will take you there. Please don't…" He was still pleading when Iron bath the werewolf sank his fangs into his neck breaking it with a crack. He stood for a moment and raised his head, howling at the moon before leaping out of the window. He landed on the other side of the fence and ran in pursuit of the girls tracking her by her scent. 6. DADDY WILL BE ANGRY

Slap, slap, slap! In just a few seconds, a dozen subordinates flew from the impact of Harvey’s attacks. They fell to the ground, blood gushing out of their mouths. All their bones were broken. “B*stard! You dare?!” Wyler’s face was icy. He pointed an angry finger at Harvey. “Do you know who I am?” “Do you know the Ward family’s status in Mordu?” “Don’t you dare hurt me!”

After that, a different kind of satisfaction came across me. I enjoyed hunting these human hunters, thus, killing 10 werewolves and being the youngest and best werewolf hunter. Rendall killed 8 werewolves which are also not that bad, Quinn is setting poisonous traps and putting some on the bows granting her 4 kills. We make a great team. “Let’s go, Raffi.” I turned and saw Rendall brushing his mid-length hair using his fingers. “Are you going on a date?” I asked him as I scanned his clothes.

Frank Writeman continued, “or I’m going to turn you over to him. Understood?” The werewolves said nothing, deciding instead to see if the old man was bluffing. Billy came to the conclusion he would not be the one to make the first move. Frank turned back to the man in the shadows. “Would you like to add anything, Dr. Robinson?” “Sure,” the man spoke in a gravelly voice. Pure terror gripped Billy’s heart, and when Dr. Harold Robinson stepped out of the shadows, all hell broke loose. The hunter held up a handgun, and it spoke in a thunderous voice inside the cavernous warehouse. Pain ripped through Billy’s stomach where the silver slug hit home. The force of the shot sent him reeling backward

he inquired, turning to her mom. "Oh, she's upstairs. You can go check on her," her mom replied, already occupied with her tasks. Wyatt seized the chance and climbed the stairs, drawn by his yearning for her touch. She'd become his anchor, but as he neared the door, her voice reached him, engaged in a conversation on the phone. Hazel spoke of her wolf, revealing its name and their long-standing bond. Her tone lowered to whispers, seeking guidance on what to do about Wyatt. Agreeing hums followed as if she received instructions from the other end. Unable to restrain himself, Wyatt knocked, silencing the voices within. Hazel ended the call, and as he entered, he found her by the mirror as thou

In fact, this way he wouldn't have to search for someone else who had a grudge against the Reynolds to install as a figurehead like he had earlier planned to do. It also meant he could relax and push Nico into doing all the work while he pulled the strings from behind the curtains and watched the Reynolds fall. Ohh, how orgasmic it would be to watch the Reynolds be destroyed by someone who was blood, his balls practically tightened at the thought. With his mind made up, Wally could hardly wait for day break and thus was up and dressed long before dawn. At the crack of dawn, he was in his stables saddling his mustang and not much later, he was riding away at the break neck speed.

Reana said, her eyes sparkling with curiosity. "His name is Kayler. He's the commander of the werewolf territory defense team in Montana. And Kayler is also Harem's nephew." Conal said; a flash of cold and murderous intent appeared on Conal's handsome face. He clenched his fists, regretting that he had missed the chance to kill Kayler.

Waverly sent back catching his plan. The fence flickered and hummed like it was growing tired. Waverly winced at it. She watched the wolf who had just ran into it wobble and wobble. He fell over, passing out. South again. Waverly sent. Rhett ordered a team of people to meet me at the weapons hall. We are going to get through this. Aldric vowed. Xyler locked eyes with the death wolf and then took over running as fast as he could towards the hospital. He felt Rhett’s worry as he ran. His lungs burned in his chest as Xyler pushed forward making himself go faster.

Those were their trophies. “Hunters,” I whispered to myself. “Rasia….” My father’s voice cracked through the noise. He was the Alpha of our small pack. He was strong and looked unbreakable. U turned towards him…running. But I never reached him. A blast goes off. The shockwave threw me into the dirt as pain exploded through my shoulder. I immediately tasted blood. When I looked up, the elder’s hall was burning. Wolves I trained with, fighters, are dropping like flies as silver bullets pierce through them.