Shadowhunters Werewolves Novels & Stories

“No?” “They were warnings.” I continued because it was true. “To whom?” “To anyone stupid enough to come here.” He studies the skulls. “Looks like it worked but that's for people who feared anything. Cut them down!” He ordered. His men start collecting them anyway. Cutting them down, tossing them into crates like salvage. Humans use these bones as a means for money and killing werewolves has always been about greed, not to protect humans. My hands curl into fists but I say nothing. If I ppp a move to stop them, they might suspect me and I need to earn their trust before I can kill them.

She wondered if all werewolf packs were that beautiful. She looked to her right and just in front of the town's entrance was the large rock that she and Kayla ran through earlier. Sharlynn thought it was smart that they hid it with a rock that resembled a dead end - no one would ever think anything else existed behind it. As she caught sight of the handsome man with long hair who looked like Dean, she remembered Darren. He too had nice dark brown, silky hair but she still found everything surreal - especially the fact that Darren was a wizard as well as a vampire. According to the movies she'd seen with Aliyah, such hybrids were extremely unnatural and dangerous - the latter she experienced

New Characters will be introduced going forward. Blood Hunters - A were wolf pack that little is known about, they hunt other weres who they believe have blood so special that it strenghtens them and lenghtens their life span, no one knows where that thinking is derived from as it has never been proven. No one knows where their pack is located as it is believed they live in seclusion. Blood Hunters {{ Sir! we intercepted and caught a creature near our lands, it's seems to be fleeing from something or someone, it's unlike anything I've ever seen before, what should we do with it? }}

Standing next to the two paler boys, his deep color stood out even more. "So, what is it, then?" Luka asked, bringing the question back to Hunter. "It's not anything," Hunter answered, smiling, waving their concerns away with a dismissive gesture of his hand. "Ah, so it is not a 'what' but a 'who' then is it?" Anwar teased. Luka laughed and clapped Hunter on the back, sending droplets of water flying. "It's not anything," Hunter repeated, smiling mysteriously. *** Hunter was an experienced shape-shifter. He was not as seasoned as his father or his grandfather---especially the latter who had been shape-shifting for well over a hundred years now---but he had been shifting in and out of his wer

Isabella said and for the first time in this conversation, Sophia giggled to herself when she heard this because she knew in actuality that it was her that would ruin the genes of Ronnell due to her bad eyesight. Ronnell noticed this, she looked so fucking cute. Licking her tongue discreetly, wetting her lips in either lust or excitement. In a dark room, devoid of any sun rays or light, sat a man with blood dripping from his lips and eyes shining through the abyss. The clock ticked, a sound that seemed endless for one that couldn’t die. The relevance of time was lost on vampires because time is the one time they had an unlimited amount regardless of how much passes.

Her heart was hammering. The clearing was empty. Trees surrounding them. Shadows everywhere despite it being midday. Then the shadows moved. Wolves stepped out. Six of them. Huge. Bigger than normal wolves. Their eyes sparkled in the faint light, and their fur was dark, nearly black. Aria felt her blood chill. "What are those?" "Blood Hunters." Lyra's voice was tight. "Wolves corrupted by dark magic. They track power. Feed on it." The lead wolf shifted. Bones cracking. Skin stretching. Stood up as a man. Tall. Scarred. Covered in symbols that looked carved into his flesh.

"Of course, I would. But over dinner." "Where's dinner?" Shit. I completely forgot to prepare dinner for our little date night. Author note. *Shadow werewolves: Rare and secretive forms of werewolves. They can blend into shadows or become nearly invisible at night. They are often loners, which means they can be used as spies or assasins.*

Rendall asked as we saw the arrow hit its leg and growl in pain. “He has company,” I calmly muttered and prepare my spear for the hunt. After saying those words 10 more werewolves appeared in all directions, blocking our sight with their huge bodies and all of them seem to have the same brown hair. “Is it the whole pack from Domlur?” “No, I don’t think so.” Werewolves growl as they slowly walk with their claws ready to slash everything or everyone on its way. We, on the other hand, are prepared to do everything. The werewolf that was shot by Quinn using her arrow slowly fell to the ground making its comrades look at us with hatred and disgust.

Leslie groaned awake as Tara and Zak dragged a table across the shattered window and braced it with chairs. “Tom? You can’t be out of bed,” Leslie said, pushing up on her elbows. “Jakey, what’s happening? What are those animals?” “Werewolves,” Jake said, eyes not leaving the hall. “They’re real.” Tara peeled a slat of the front blinds. “They’re everywhere,” she whispered. “Sniffing. Hunting.” Zak joined her, jaw tight. “Can we make the car?” She checked—froze. “They’re ripping the W.R.X. to pieces.”