Hunting In Another World With Elf Wife Novels & Stories

"It's worse than you can imagine, Rayla. Elemin... he didn't just long for my Veera, he... he made sure that he would have her." That same molten fury was apparent in his eyes as he locked stares with me. "I was out hunting one afternoon with some of the others. We... had managed to bring down an elk, a huge one, one that would feed a dozen wolves for a few days. I remember the scent of the frost upon the air, the feel of the elk's antlers jutting into my back as I hoisted it back to camp... when I heard this wild and hysterical yelling, coming from nearest to the mountains."

"You explain it." Welyn turned to Cordin who held the Fox to his chest and scooted away fast. "I'm not saying anything!" How could he possibly explain to the humans that their Prince got married to the Elf King during a full moon with the Earth Spirit as a witness and also got pregnant with quadruplets? As an Elf, he had super hearing and was able to eavesdrop on their conversation while concealing himself but the humans had no idea that their Prince got knocked up by the Elf King. What did they expect him to say?

The hunters had come, and they were prepared. "Henry!" Elizabeth screamed as one of the hunters wrestled her to the ground. They bound her with silver chains, the metal burning into her skin and rendering her immobile. "Selene, stay back!" Henry growled, lunging at the nearest hunter. His claws slashed through the air, but the humans were ready, armed with weapons designed to combat werewolves. Selene, despite the burden of her pregnancy, couldn't stand idle. She launched herself at a hunter who was aiming a silver-tipped crossbow at her father. Her powerful jaws clamped down on his arm, forcing him to drop the weapon with a cry of pain.

This method of harming my wolf was not in my favor, but revenge coursing through my veins made it endurable. “Did you find the hunter?” Just like me, Zev was also counting days to crush that villain. His claws would be the best weapon to slit that hunter’s throat. It was almost night when I took a water break and sat beside the pond. “They also live in New York City. Henry has found the hunters; we will catch them soon.” Zev wagged his tail happily; this news sharpened the perfection of a peaceful scene. “Where is my mate? Did you bring her here?”

He smiled. “Got it.” “Shall we?” Aiden asks, holding my hand. I smiled at him, “Let’s go.” As we start making our way through the trees, we start hearing rustling in the woods. Aiden and I hear it and we look at each other. We smell the stench of rogues. “Canary. Sin.” I say steadily, “Listen to me carefully, there is another set of wolves we forgot to mention. Do either of you have a weapon on you?”

The imbalance that would be caused and the consequences of what was going to happen would be massive. "Make sure no one enters till I am done with my hunt." Alpha Ryker continued to list his instructions as they now made their way inside the forest where several humans were scattered awaiting to catch the werewolves change to their wolf forms unbeknownst to them that they were the ones going to experience the long-awaited change. At the same time inside the forest walked Thyra in search of her family. Her brows were knitted in a frown at what had occurred earlier. Her mind was still occupied with the thoughts of what she had done that could have warranted that ferocious glare from the Alpha

Every day, she would tell Elwin that the female elves all harbored evil intentions. Once Elwin became tired of hearing about it, he decided to simply give her a wide berth. His attitude directly affected the other half-elves. Slowly, even the ones who delivered daily necessities to her stopped coming by. She frequently went without food to eat or clothes to wear, and she felt suffocated by the reality of her living situation. Then, she heard that a certain wolf tribe's Highlord had conceived a silver wolf pup with a human partner. The entire tribe was in the middle of sending out invitations and preparing a banquet to celebrate the young wolf.

he said gently, “we need to keep moving.” “I know,” she whispered, panting. “Just… give me a second.” Rowan looked around, ears alert. “We don’t have time. They’re close.” And then it happened. A long, low howl cut through the forest. Not the sound of a normal wolf. It was a hunter. And it was calling others. Elara’s heart jumped in her chest. Her hands flew to her belly protectively. Her legs moved on their own now, fueled by fear.