Loose Collector Werewolf Novels & Stories

“He’s kind of busy, so it’s only the two of us.” He was glad that Zeev at least let him come. After what happened during his first hunt with them, he wanted to somehow help the hunters in any way he can. So, when he heard the werewolves talk about the wolfsbane supply running out, he also proposed collecting them for the team. So, there they are, running on the long road away from Tilbury.

They were too great in numbers. The loud chattering of the curious crowd became silent as we saw our leader Bazaar Wharr accompanied by 7 of his strongest werewolf hunters. Werewolf hunters were the ones who search for werewolves and capture them so we can learn about their weaknesses. Over the years they have managed to find one weakness of them and that was metal or the piece of iron I saw within the werewolf boy I foolishly saved years ago. It can weaken and kill them if aimed at the right spot of their body. All eyes gazed upon Bazaar a 40-year-old white hair and dark eye man. He was in his armour with his sharp sword at his side. He was quite fit for his age and looked younger.

Chapter 50 In the depths of a shadowy forest, where the sun's rays rarely dared to penetrate, a sinister ritual was brewing. The Supreme Werewolf God Destroyers, a sect of ruthless power-hungry werewolves, had captured two of the most powerful alpheno werewolves in existence - Mary Jane of the Moonstone clan and Alfred of the Silver Paw clan. Their goal was to absorb the alpheno's immense chakra and the power of their supreme god, Fen, to become an unstoppable force.

Non-natives are fair game. It was hard to tell which side was better. No one would intentionally give out their bad side when campaigning for something. Despite that, I felt that the werewolves were a more stable, balanced group. I could trust them. “So, what kind of alliance do you want?” “We shall protect you, family and property. In return, you let us invest and buy shares and give us a longer access to the resort than werewolves. Less screening for our kind. Nothing much really. We just want you on our side, and not theirs. We don’t get along very well. Besides, if this opens, you will be the richest family in town, fetching more revenue than most establishments. That will mean people on

“They kept getting sidetracked and comparing dicks but yes, it’s being concerning” I roll my eyes at his comparison. Getting back on track I ask “so they’ve being lots of rouge? But how so?” “A werewolf goes rogue when the wolf takes absolute control and spills the blood of an innocent. They begin to rot from the inside out, hence the smell of decay” he tips his head, clicking on a few buttons on his computer. “Some of them can still shift and comprehend, they just have an uncontrollable bloodlust.” He paused. “Rogues do not attack rogue”

However, werewolves and lycans both shift at the age of eighteen. There is one main issue with werewolves that my parents made sure I understood from a young age. Werewolves that live in packs absolutely detest rogue wolves. I do not blame them. There is good reasoning for hating rogues. Rogues usually go insane from the solitude and, more often than not, end up attacking and killing innocent wolves. The group of wolves that killed my parents were rogues. Since then, I have made a habit of going rogue hunting. I take a break from my work and hunt down and kill rogues that have gone insane.

The third werewolf leaps at me, but I grab it by the throat and toss it aside. The fourth werewolf swipes at me with its claws, and I feel the skin on my arm tear. But I ignore the pain, focusing on my opponent. I grab the werewolf's arm and twist it behind its back, forcing it to the ground. It howls in pain, and I let go, ready for the fifth werewolf. It comes at me with a roar, but I'm prepared. I leap into the air, kicking the werewolf in the chest and sending it flying backwards. The five werewolves are down, but I know I can't rest yet. There's still the convoy to worry about.

his orders were firm, they all shouted in unison to answer aloud, agreeing with the punishment. "They have done nothing to us who are unable to resist. All the villages have been over run by the rogues. Those who survive will die in vain. Whoever is willing to capture the daughter of the Warlord Felix, then he and his gang have the right to rule one village. Thus, we went from there, to look for--" The man looked at me, and continued, "Esme Sunny." "So that's what you guys came for. How many packs are coming?" "It's quite a lot, there are 20 packs werewolf, with 1 pack containing at least 4 family members. The rest are hunters who number around 30 members and several members have been killed

I asked him, not because I am interested to know about it, but because I am buying enough time until the cruise ship arrived. I'm just gonna find the best reason or excuse about hopping onto the ship. He's already here. And besides, he plans to stay an hour or two. I cannot shoo him anymore. "We're werewolves, Chloie," he uttered. "one of our abilities as a werewolf is to catch a scent even if you're hiding under a bush. And it so happens that my wolf was already familiar with your scent since we met you in the dining area." I don't know what that means or how it works for his kind, but I guess that was the best reason they followed me when the old man attacked me.

That’s abundantly clear. “That’s not true. There is a band of misfits and outcasts outside Deneb,” she says, referring to the pack consisting of the members that have been banished over the years. Most of them are the rebel leaders. That pack, if it can be called a pack at all, has to be less than ten members strong. Although we don’t know for sure, both Roark and I believed that Connor must have joined the misfits. All these days, we thought it was a good thing. He’d at least have some Werewolves around. Now, it’s abundantly clear he would have been safer on his own.