Hunting Werewolves Novels & Stories

I shook my head in disbelief, "where are we going to stay? Oh, and don't even think about staying the night in that house. It will collapse any minute, and I'm sure it's full of dust and gross, ugly things. Can't we walk back to the car?" "No, we can't." he snapped. "It's almost after sunset. Hunters come out—" "Wait, hunter? As in, people who hunt wolves?" He grabbed my upper arm once again and yanked me forward, but we dawdled because of my leg. "Yes, human hunters, with some very specialized skills, trained to hunt werewolves, practically since they were five. So, no, we can't take half a day’s walk to go back to the car, and yes, we have to stay here. Unless," he held up a finger, "you c

"We lost countless humans and the same for the wolves but we won. Then we made a treaty to block any other war outbreak in the future. My father said, the humans drew a boundary and the werewolves isolated from human territory. They are likely to still be existing and am sure a few lives in human territory and that's where the werewolf hunters come in. They usually identify most werewolves by their scent but mostly by their instantaneous reaction at the sight of them and mostly the star symbol which all werewolf hunters have tattooed on their arm. Your gram was one of them." "How could they?" "Werewolves despise humans and we despise them for their two-sided nature. They are half humans but

Serena immediately rushed out and closed the door. Maybe Ryan also knew I was mad, so he didn't dare to moan. I opened the file cabinet, searching for the file about the hunters. Humans and werewolves are constantly quietly gathering information from each other. To obtain useful information, each side has to pay a hefty price. The file was tucked away in the corner of the cabinet; the thick dust showed it had been abandoned for a long time. Hunters weren't allowed to enter werewolf territory, so werewolves didn't seem to care about them either. Only when needed do they rummage through the material to find out?

He was eating this story up. “Well, turns out it was a werewolf named Kevin Sung. He liked eating fresh heart meat. Instead of hunting deer or elk or some other wildlife, he realized it was easier to hunt humans. He liked overweight, male hearts and figured rest stops were the fastest way to get them. Authorities figured out it was a werewolf, so they hired me.”

Their jobs were to protect their Alpha and Luna and to also help with cake duties. As time went on, the humans started to hunt and kill werewolves for sport. The ones whowere able to get away found frfuge in the deep parts of the forest. The last known sighting was well over a hundred years ago {END OF STORY} Ash has gotten older since then and there have been many changes in her life now. Unfortunately, her grandfather had passed away a few years ago, then this past year she lost her mother to cancer. It's been very hard for her nut she is very lucky to have her life long best friends, Kime and Toni by her side.

Aurora said. Andre gulped and said in a slightly shaky voice, “Every spring, Danton would organize a hunting in the woods. This will be an exclusive event and only a few of his friends will be invited…” Aurora nodded. Hunting was a common social event for werewolves. Back in Silver Blade Pack and Ever Moon Pack, they often organized hunting, especially in hunting seasons like spring and fall. “Sure. We can fake an accident and kill Danton during the hunting. But it is not going to be easy.”

In this world of werewolves, no one knew I was human, except Ryan. I never thought of myself as particularly clever. In the werewolf world, survival meant staying out of trouble and keeping a low profile. I never pushed my luck or tried to force human logic onto werewolf politics, customs, culture, or anything else. So, for all these years, I played my part as the gentle, well-mannered daughter of the Bloodmoon pack's Beta while quietly searching for a way back to the human world. But five years had passed, and I was still stuck here. Even after turning 18, when I awakened my wolf and the Moon Goddess assigned me a fated mate, nothing changed.

Henry growled, his eyes flashing with fury as he shifted into his werewolf form. "Sia, now!" he roared, launching himself at the nearest hunter. His claws tore through flesh and bone, his rage fueled by the sight of his injured mate. Sia joined the fray, her movements a blur of fury and strength. She fought with everything she had, her claws and teeth ripping through the hunters' defenses. But the humans were prepared, their weapons designed to combat werewolves. Despite their ferocity, the sheer number of hunters began to overwhelm them. Henry fought valiantly, his mind focused on getting Elizabeth to safety. But a well-aimed silver bullet struck him in the side, sending him crashing to the

he smiled, leaning closer so that he could kiss her softly on the cheek. Lyra was surprised since he was becoming touchier and more affectionate lately, but she enjoyed it, nonetheless. “But remember that the hunting itself is dangerous, and there were no particular rules, no restrictions; the other participant can freely attack you if they choose to,” “I’m aware of that.” Lyra nodded, fully aware of how the hunting festival operated. While the main objective was to hunt wild animals in the forest, there were instances where participants turned on each other because technically, werewolves were also considered animals, and the hunting applied to them whether they were in their human or wolf

We mostly talked about our work and childhood, never mentioning anything werewolf related because we are both very much aware that hunters might be able to catch phrases throughout the system. After all, the way they were able to eradicate every pack, they must’ve had knowledge of territories, access to night vision drones, or heat vision footage of dense forests and mountains. As far as we know, the hunters got help from the government and used their technology to find us. They slaughtered any community that lived in forests- didn’t care about the few non-werewolf communes or the groups of homeless people. They bombed every group living in the woods. So, we better be safe with anything we s