Hunting Werewolves Novels & Stories

As they fought, the sounds of the battle around them seemed to fade, leaving only the two of them locked in a deadly dance. --- Meanwhile, Harley and his team had managed to create significant disruption in the hunters' camp. The hunters were struggling to maintain their formation, and the werewolves seized the opportunity to press their advantage. Harley, in his wolf form, spotted a group of hunters trying to regroup and led his team in a fierce charge. The hunters, caught off guard, were quickly overwhelmed. Harley's powerful jaws clamped down on one of them, while his packmates took down the others. The werewolves' coordinated attack left the hunters in disarray, their lines broken and th

If we ever had some hunters poking into our stuff, then the elders would sometimes assign someone to look into them. "And hunters are people who try to kill werewolves, right?" I ask. "Yeah" Archie whispers to me, gripping my hand in his and I can truly feel his anger by how hard he's holding it. Robert sighs, leaning back against the couch as his face looks even guiltier than before.

The vampire that killed Ethan blurted out but his calm expression was broken into one of fear. “You are the vampire that hunts vampires!” This realization forced him to immediately try and retreat but that was not possible because the only thing that left that position was his body, not his head. The difference in their ability was that vast as he had been decapitated before he even realized that he was without a head. “Vampire hunter? That’s vulgar. Please, call me Liam,” The man said to the head in his hand.

Mary knew as she got closer to that damn state her wolf would become even more restless, it was home and her old family pack would be close. Bill had offered to come along but Mary knew this was dangerous even more so now that Tiffany had let her wolf free. Artemis had not fully made her way out when Mary had paid a witch to bind her daughter’s wolf and keep her hidden, hidden even from the child that shared the body and mind with. And the people that had killed her pack would know she was there as well and would be looking for her.

Hillary and I have been checking up on them, watching as they think they are hiding, surveying the woods, too, and surrounding it. We know every hidden places some of them has stayed. And the funniest part of it all is that they think they are alone here, the smart one here, and the one who's one step ahead. As I have said before, Hunters are just an advanced human...unfortunately, yes, blessed with paranormal powers. They deserve it not. They earned it not. All they do is want to either kill us, Vampires, or the Werewolves. One can say that is why for the past centuries of years, Werewolves haven't shown their faces. I can't even remember the last time I saw one. That's a joke actually, bec

Talking to him was like squeezing toothpaste; if I wasn’t careful, he’d quickly turn the tables and mess with me. The next morning, 9:00 AM. I arrived punctually at The Silent Forest. Quite a few vehicles were already parked at the reception area. In the distant forest behind the reception area, gunshots echoed occasionally, indicating that quite a few people were already inside enjoying the hunting. Private hunting grounds are the favored playgrounds for the large families and well-off warriors of all wolf packs. Hunting is genetically ingrained in werewolves; outside of the wilderness, only commercialized places like private hunting grounds offer a suitable environment for werewolves to un

“They’ll need time to prepare.” My stomach twisted. The thought of other wolves fighting for me left me feeling uneasy. They had lives, after all. “Is that smart, though?” I stammered, “If they start gathering, won’t Solana notice? Besides, I don’t want any of them to get hurt. Isn’t there a way we can handle this without their help?” Ulrich pointed his fork at me, “Solana is calling on all manner of creatures that haven’t been seen since the dark ages. We’re going to need all the help we can get, kid.”

The adult werewolves mostly pretended not to notice. The hunt could be dangerous, and it was unusual for werewolves to join before they turned eighteen. Wolves were occasionally hurt during the fast paced, savagery - kicked by the prey, impaled by horns, stepping in the illegal traps that humans left hidden in the undergrowth, or tumbling over rocks. Before they joined the hunt, they had to learn the terrain, practice hunting rabbit, and learn how to move with a pack of their peers. Once the hunt had felled a deer, the animal would be brought back to the bonfire to be prepared, with blood and offal sacrificed. The deer would be cooked over the next day, and the second day of the full moon wo

I had forgotten about my role as my father’s heir and my duty to my people. “The hunter stories are not just stories spread by rumor peddlers. They are as real as you and I are. They are as real as the flames of this fire. Lots of werewolf packs in the east have been completely obliterated by these hunters. They are skilled and fierce, armed with silver to the teeth, out to kill...” There were whispers in the crowd. I looked around and thanked the heavens that there were no children.

The hunters were as ruthless as the witches, and they had one mission in this attack. Kill as many werewolves as they can, and take the new Luna.