Novel & Cerita Hunting Werewolves

the human screeched. “Then it's settled, we will kill any man who has sampled our mate's meat,” the wolf grinned. Even though to them, the little thing was tainted and impure. She was still theirs. And Goddess help any man who dared to even look at her. The werewolf knew he wanted her from the moment he caught her scent. It was a year ago, and he was minding his own Goddess damn business, zooming through the stormy night in his wolf form. The dark witch he was working with finally gave him a lead on the werewolf he'd been hunting for years when his nose picked up the most intoxicating and delicious aroma he had ever come across. It almost drove him wild. He ran off track, following the old p

Their eyes that would turn helpless and hopeless was enough to give some taste to their damn tasteless blood. “Many years ago, a powerful werewolf went hunting on a fateful day. He met a woman on his hunt, a pregnant human. He thought it wise to feed on her thirsty blood...this woman died after a forced birth leaving behind a child with two different blood. A human and werewolf’s blood. That was the beginning of the hunting and killing of werewolves, vampires and every other creature by the humans to date. That was the beginning of our troubles brought about by those damn werewolves…” his eyes darkened further as he spoke. “Now, I must take over their land and retain our glory and authority

Chapter 85: Beasts Of The Hunt Deep Woods, Open Forrest, Outskirts... A series of violent snarls filled the open night air as many a humanoid wolf tore through the looming trees to get at the rich scent of blood that had caught their collective attention. The Howler M.C. had stumbled upon a group of outlaws who had taken up in the wilderness and had been having themselves something of a party with a good deal of drugs, and booze before the shift of the time and the onset of the werewolves descending upon their camp. Everywhere snarling teeth and razor-sharp claws had been digging into hot warm flesh and the splattering of crimson slick blood had been glorious as the brutes hunted and feasted

Kyle asked with a deadpan expression. "Force? Kyle you know you were born for this and you can't escape it. The Lycans and Werewolf's need a good ruler that will defeat Grey Jang. After the Grey is gone, you can go back to your CEO life." Drew retorted and Kyle glared at him and Drew made the gesture of zipping his mouth and throwing the key away. Grey Jang is a vampire who seeks revenge on Lycans and Werewolf's. Grey claimed that the Werewolf's killed his wife and now seeks revenge. He had a lot of minions which he occasionally sent to the Werewolf territory but the Vampires were defeated by the Werewolfs usually because of numbers advantage.

I said, stood up, and got another soda. "It's already dark." He said as he turned his gaze to the window, "So...?" I trailed. He clasped his hands together, mischief glinting in his eyes. "So let's go hunting!" I guess I said ..... - We were swinging tree by tree without even getting noticed by the werewolves that were patrolling the border. I rolled my eyes at them. Are they one of the strongest packs in America? Or... we just more vital than they are? Oh wait... we're using a potion to cover our scent. Now it's up to our skills to not get discovered. Right it sounds easy than it looks.

But they kept coming, their eyes wild with fury, their hearts burdened as they fought for their pack and lands. The hunters threw grenades, causing explosions that rocked the building. The werewolves staggered, but they didn't give up. They lunged at the hunters, their jaws snapping shut. One of the hunters, a young woman with long blonde hair, swung her silver knife at a werewolf's throat. The creature dodged, but she managed to slice its arm. It howled in pain, and she took advantage of the distraction to drive the knife into its heart. Another hunter, a burly man with a thick beard, fired a silver bullet into a werewolf's chest. The creature fell to the ground, writhing in agony. The hunt

Silver moonlight pierced through the ancient oaks of Hampstead Heath, casting long shadows across my face as I tracked the hunters' movements. My newfound werewolf senses picked up their acrid scent - gun oil and silver, a deadly combination that made my stomach churn. Three months ago, I'd been nothing more than a corporate executive nursing a broken heart. Now, I stood at the edge of a centuries-old clearing, helping coordinate the defense of a werewolf pack against trained killers.

His eyes were gentle with love as he let his guard down to allow her into his heart, not staying alert to the danger around him. Sirius was frustrated when night fell he wanted to keep going but Nero insisted they rest and make camp for the night, ‘We will be no good if we arrive exhausted Sirius, we must eat and rest. We will set off again at first light.’ They hunted silently bringing down a large male deer that fed the whole Pack, none was wasted, Werewolves hunted and killed only for food, the only creature they killed for pleasure was the humans. Atalanta woke up with a start,

What do you mean by that," Anslem asked. "He means that the older werewolves are dying first. It attacks your hide and makes it sick you will be in excruciating pain as your hide remove and attach to your spine at its own will, shortly after a wound in your back opens and your hide is seen in the open, once that happens you are dead" Seth said. "What if we try removing the hide completely by pulling it out of the body," another elder asked. "That would be an alternative to dying the slow death the poison gives," Seth said.