Hunting In Another World With Elf Wife นิยาย & เรื่องราว

I took a seat next to Joy and listened to their conversation while focusing on my food. “Do hunters live in caves?” she asked. Atalanta shook her head, “no, in houses.” “Do hunters hunt their own food, or just wolves? Do they eat the wolves?” Atalanta almost choked on her food, “we keep animals, like chickens, and we hunt for deer. Hunters see werewolves as abominations, so they will not eat them. I honestly mostly got scrapes to eat and usually there wasn’t much meat left over.” “Abominations?!” Joy had said, clearly feeling insulted.

Gray wolf Nick, Jenny's husband, is more than thirty meters away from the cave, full of injuries and covered in blood. Nick has just hunted for food and returned to hear the words "I come to save you" from William Jackson, only feeling something sharp stabbing into his mouth wound, causing him pain. Suddenly, Nick loses his strength, and his hand slips down. The small wild buffalo that he had just struggled to hunt for fresh meat falls onto the snow. The three eggs he stole from a large bird's nest also rolled out of his chest and onto the ground.

They had succeeded in killing some hunters and injuring some wolves, but they were not winning. I heard someone scream, and I saw my wife pulling out her katana from her stomach, I screamed from fear. She didn't fall, instead, she advanced and pulled Alvina out from under a table. Who would have thought the mind-f*cking witch would be hiding like a scared child under a table. My wife was a true warrior. She did not waste any time piercing the witch's heart with her katana. Jasper was also observing what Ellis was doing because he immediately buried his silver blade in Alvina's forehead. There was no way on earth, the bitch would be able to jump this time. She was truly dead.

He moved with me, keeping his arm around my waist and trailing the fingers of his other hand around my kneecap. “I’ve been around a long time,” he hummed. “And you aren’t the first hunter I’ve met. Besides,” he added, with a wry smile, “my very existence goes against the laws of nature. It would be… ill-advised of me to doubt the existence of other supernatural beings.” I made a non-committal sound in the back of my throat. He smiled. “Maybe that could be our first hunt together. The ghost of Wiley Manor.” I snorted at that. “Sounds like a terrible name for an equally terrible book.”

The elves ceased their movement at my words and seemed to gaze but I couldn't quite depict their emotion. From my left, I noticed Cade also had a confused look, but I didn't pay much attention to it and focused more on the situation at hand. We were startled when the sound of large hooves trampling the ground approached and, bursting from the bushes, an enormous white deer with golden antlers trotted towards us. Immediately, the surroundings troops went in "garde-a-vous". As the deer walked by, I noticed a raven haired elf was seated on it's back, his leafy green eyes starring down at me. Ciel was mounting an enormous deer as well, but its coat was a light grey.

“SHIT! Your wings are distracting me.” Althy complained when they reached their hunting ground. “Deal with it,” Eleand chuckled. He joined the hunting party while waiting for his mana recovery to shift back to his normal form. They were hiding behind an enormous rock and patiently waiting for the white lion to come out. The cousins chose this animal only for a thrill. They were inside the deepest forest of Velidia. The glacier was thick, and the snow fell heavily. Eleand blanketed himself of a thin fire to prevent him from hypothermia.

The wind above the dungeon didn’t help my wounds at all, I covered myself with an item of clothing used by the one I strangled. I found an old hut inside Domlur and decided to go in to treat my wounds and to find an exit to this place. I sat on the ground and ripped my sleeves and tried to stop the bleeding by lightly tapping the cloth against my scraped flesh. Come to think of it, I’ve seen a lot of male werewolves but not female werewolves. I am into hunting for so long but I have never once hunted a woman. I tried to look outside; it may seem like a normal day with people walking around but this is all a façade.

The forest outside seemed to hold secrets untold, but in this room, with this enigmatic elf, I began to feel a fragile sense of belonging. The man's question hung in the air, its weight sinking into the room's hushed atmosphere. "May I ask what you are doing in these forests? It is quite far away from a werewolf territory."My eyes snapped open, a surge of realization coursing through me. He knew. He knew what I was. Panic fluttered within me as my gaze met his, a silent plea for answers. His eyes, like pools of ancient wisdom, bore into mine. "How do you know I'm a werewolf, and what do you mean it's far away?" The words tumbled out, a mixture of disbelief and anxiety. He regarded me with an

A blush caressed my cheeks as I lifted my head slightly and rolled my shoulders back to straighten my posture, I could see how the men saw me in their eyes and the sight was astounding. “As tradition dictates, the hunt will begin at dusk, there are no other rules in the Vanargand hunt, I wish you luck,” Levi stated simply before giving his wife a look telling her to release me. Elena groaned from frustration as she reluctantly released my arm, her nails left behind angry red welts depicting the gruesome torture she had just put me through. I winced from the pain as I held my injured arm and instinctively stepped away from her and towards the inviting group of men who stood before me. Cian im

The pale, looking handsome man replied. “They possibly couldn't have gone far." Another vampire with thick blue eyes and silver hair made mention. “Then let's find them." The vampire with the dark brown eyes said before turning to face the pale looking, handsome man. “What do you say Elisha?" He asked. “I say," the pale looking, handsome man who he referred to as Elisha paused then walked some steps forward. “Let's go dog hunting." He smirked afterwards. ★ “Hurry up, I can smell them coming. They are close, they are very close." The gray wolf communicates mentally to Dominic who was carrying the wounded Amelia that is looking more lifeless by the seconds.