Hunting Werewolves Novels & Stories

“So, about this mind speak thingy…” “Ah, that’s a type of communication magic that all werewolves have. It lets them talk with their pack members,” said John, who finally chose to speak after watching the two in their awkward situation. “Anything you say using that magic can only be heard by those you consider part of your pack. In this case, it’s Young Master Nico and I. Your parents would probably be able to hear you as well, but since there’s a considerable distance, they would likely not.” “Oh, okay…”

he revealed which surprised the human. “You mean… those from myths? How do you even know they’re real?” ‘Because I am a werewolf.’ Tyr answered in his head but immediately brush it off, afraid that Zane might hear his unspoken words again. Instead, he tore a piece of his cloth to casually wrap it around his classmate’s arm to stop the bleeding. Zane just let the other guy aid his arm as he is starting to feel the sting from the scratch. “Zeev and I moved in Tilbury to hunt rogues as they are very dangerous to humans. That’s why we are always out here during full moons because they are uncontrollable during those times,” he honestly told.

CHAPTER 4 "Yes", the boys muttered as they began. The sun was setting over the dense forest as the two boys, one with his alpha father and the other with his beta father, set out on a hunting trip. This was a rite of passage for young werewolves, a chance to learn the ways of the pack and hone their skills. The boys were nervous but excited, eager to prove themselves to their fathers and the rest of the pack. As they made their way deeper into the forest, their fathers explained the rules of hunting to them. They would track their prey using their sense of smell, then stalk and corner it before finally taking it down. The boys listened intently, taking in every word and committing it to memo

"Rendall, we can only hunt when the moon is full and you know why." Rendall rolled his eyes. He was frustrated at how the story was always brought up whenever he went hunting. Of course, he knew why. He knew that before his birth, werewolves could hunt whenever they felt like since they could shift to their wolf form whenever they liked. He knew that on the day of his birth, the werelions had done something that angered a witch and she cursed the Werelions. She cursed the werewolves too but nobody knew why. Now, werewolves could no longer shift at will. They could only remain in their wolf form when it is the full moon. After the full moon festival, they would be back to their human form una

“Winter, if she was pushed off of a cliff, he didn’t kill her. Werewolves can’t die by drowning. It might cause them some discomfort. But they’ll still come out of it alive. Didn’t you hear what Roman told me?” Winter shook her head. “Sorry, I was a little busy distracting myself with clothes. I don’t think I’ve ever seen a closet like that before.” “Me, either,” said Nora, smiling, “but Roman told me that a werewolf could only be killed by a few things. One of their own kind, fire, and silver blessed by a priest.” Winter glared. “It doesn’t matter. It was cruel. He shouldn’t have done something like that.” “It wasn’t Ares.”

This means the rest of the group is here in town, and while it won’t be easy to take on all of them head-on, they might be able to take them down with stealth, one or two at a time. He and his men are patrolling the town and the nearby areas stealthily loaded with vervain and wolfsbane-laced bullets and guns. It had only been a few hours of patrolling when Carl and his werewolf companion, Jerry, spotted the hybrid and another vampire walking near a park. They start following them.

No one would listen to me and I might get punished for defying the Alpha. The hunt is a werewolf tradition where several packs gather in the neutral territory and hunt wild animals. The one who hunts a bigger prey emerges as the winner. I’ve never participated in the hunt because my wolf can’t handle the pressure of several Alphas in one place. That and I would be ridiculed for being the weakest and having a small wolf. I’m better off sitting it out. But it seems my sister has another plan for me.

“I can smell them!” Hugo pulled his lips back, hissing. The man's teeth turned sharp and pointed like shark teeth. He didn't have the two special fangs that vampires or shifters used to have, but Aryadi had known for too long that they were more poisonous than any other fangs. The Cursed suddenly darted towards the back door. Burhan gasped for a split second before darting after the holy blood hunter. Aryadi followed Barbara's adoptive father by turning into a black wolf in one jump. Burhan sped up his run until he hit Hugo and sent them both to the side of the road. Aryadi growled and lunged at them, using that moment to grab and drag Hugo's feet into the forest, avoiding the attention of o

My mother was one of them. "And now, how serious is the situation right now?" I ask, biting my lips. "What Maddie told you about hunters?" "They live in groups. They move around a lot, targeting different packs; they are dangerous..." "Hunters and werewolves have been enemies for centuries, and each party of this conflict wants nothing more than to wipe out the other one completely. Werewolves live in packs; hunters create more like clans or groups traveling together. The hate is endless, and there is lots of guilt and cruelty on both sides. The only thing we are united about is keeping our conflict under the radar; the human world must never know about any of it. When 1 was away to help my

“Spill.” Marcus ran a hand down his face, exhaling heavily. “There are werewolf hunters near the territory. Too close.” My jaw tightened. “How close?” “Close enough to be a problem. With the pack run happening, I can’t leave to handle it myself. I need you to go, take some men—” “You want me to,” I said flatly, cutting him off. Marcus nodded, his tone grim. “Yes.” My hands curled into fists at my sides. The hunters were becoming a bigger problem again. Even after we’d destroyed LyRI months ago, they were rebuilding, finding new ways to hunt us, to capture wolves.