Hunting Werewolves Novels & Stories

Drake connects another attack but I react faster. I leap upwards and dive downwards with numerous claw slash to his skin. His two legged beat screams and stagger backwards as the slashes heal. We take another stance for another attack but nearby painful screams and growl from werewolves earn our attention. "We're under attack from hunter's!" Numerous werewolves scream and rush towards our direction. I look forward and not so far from us are hunter's attired in all black and we'll equipped with silver bows, guns, swords and arrows.

He will instantly know that I'm a werewolf and that's the end of the story, he is one of the strongest and wisest werewolf hunters. Heard so many of my kind has died in those soft hands of he's but his reign is about to come to an end, my only chance is to stab him real hard on the head or chest but i don't know how much longer i can keep holding this thirst of eating something. I walked around his living room and found a glass jar with a little fish, they are two in there and seeing them made me lick my lips

He had thought of eating once he met the saint and got the stone from him. He looked at the saint impatiently, who still had his eyes closed. He plucked a few fruits from the trees around him and ate them. He drank a little water from the waterfall and felt a little better. He could see wild animals wandering about amidst the trees in the interior of the hills. He thought that, being a werewolf, he might be hunting those animals to survive on the hill.

The old wolves shifted where they stood. "That symbol," Theron said slowly, "belongs to an evolving hybrid." The words hit like ice water. "An evolving hybrid," he repeated. "A werewolf born with both bloodlines who undergoes a second transformation. It happens once in a century, if that. Before evolving, the hybrid is trapped between two natures, neither fully in control. But once the evolution begins, everything shifts. The body strengthens. Instincts sharpen. Power rises. And the world begins to notice."

Only the hunt. Up ahead, Billy heard the rustle through the dried crop, the snarl and snap of the first werewolves lunging to strike, then the loud eruption of automatic gunfire. Suddenly, the wolves in front of him picked up the pace, no longer hiding but moving forward to attack. Billy followed suit. The coppery smell of spilled blood invaded his nostrils. The shooting continued, the pack was being mowed down by the hunters.

Rendall asked as we saw the arrow hit its leg and growl in pain. “He has company,” I calmly muttered and prepare my spear for the hunt. After saying those words 10 more werewolves appeared in all directions, blocking our sight with their huge bodies and all of them seem to have the same brown hair. “Is it the whole pack from Domlur?” “No, I don’t think so.” Werewolves growl as they slowly walk with their claws ready to slash everything or everyone on its way. We, on the other hand, are prepared to do everything. The werewolf that was shot by Quinn using her arrow slowly fell to the ground making its comrades look at us with hatred and disgust.

Alpha King's POV Jack had found the place where the suspicious werewolves were hiding, so we must go there once. That place was called Haunted Ground, one of our important enemies resided here, they called themselves Sun Soldiers. They had caused a lot of conflicts among the werewolf packs. I suspected that many people in power in the werewolf packs were related to this organization, or were even the leader of this organization. If I couldn't get rid of all the elements of this organization in my administration, I wouldn't be able to sleep well.

he got interrupted but he still shaked her hand. " There is nothing to apologize about. Tell me, what's your department?" She asked. " Wolf hunting." The answer came as a shock. " Do people still involve themselves in things like that. Like imagine this is kind of weird, a werewolf. I have to say, I have never seen one before. But I have studied a lot about that and I was surprised that werewolves were not among the earliest extinction. Infact they are just natural selections. So tell me, how many have you hunted?"

Clara pointed out. "Course he is, the Alpha that bit him probably did it as a last resort that's why he isn't sired to him, Jason's a lone wolf" Joseph calmed down and got another beer. "A lone wolf? You didn't teach me about those, you said Werewolves always travel in packs" Clara said confused. "They're very rare! Very rare, lone wolves are a type of Werewolf bound by no one, they have complete freedom and complete control, not to mention their strength it rivals some alphas" Joseph explained.

Prince Louis reminded me, "It was during a hunting activity. We met at the hospital near the campsite. Do you remember?" Suddenly, I remembered what happened that day. It was a memory I thought I had long forgotten. That day was my first time participating in a hunt. In ancient times, hunting was an important survival skill for werewolves. Different packs would also strengthen their bonds and refine their wildness by organizing hunting activities in the forest, while simultaneously training the young werewolves' abilities. But I didn't enjoy the bloody thrill of hunting prey. A warm life perished under our fangs, gradually losing their body temperature and dilating pupils. It was a torment f