Shadowhunters Werewolves Novels & Stories

I asked. Her eyes reflected my confusion. "I do not really know their issues. But I think the Hunters have something to do with the feud between the Moonlight and Raven Knight Packs," she said. Hunters? "Hunters are the ones chasing creatures like us. They kill werewolves for their own reasons. That is why we hide in places like this," she explained. "Kill? I thought werewolves were immortal," I asked. "Yes, we are immortal, but silver can kill us," she replied.

Daemon had never seen him like this before, and he could tell there was more to this whole hunter thing than what he was thinking. "If Grimshaw was chaos son, then the hunters are chaos makers," he said and made to turn away. "That does not make any sense," Daemon said to him "Trust me, boy. Think about it this way then, the hunters are a group of people seeking the total annihilation of the entire werewolf race," he said "What?" Daemon breathed "Yes. They are worse than a hundred Grimshaws put together in one place." Waylan added. Trust him never to keep hidden his presence.

Exhaustion lines their faces, and I can tell they haven't come to any easy conclusions. "We studied all we knew about the creatures attacking you," Susan says in a quiet tone. "We found they don't originate with just some ancient being but are connected with witches-the darker side of witchcraft." Amara nods grimly. "Their name is 'Shadow Hunters.' They exist on the boundary between worlds, and have been created by witches some time ago to guard secrets-terrible secrets. "So… they're after us because of some prophecy?" David asks, furrowing his brow.

"The Hunters of The Van Helsingr are an elite hunting group established centuries ago, after Count Dracula's demise. My mom's family were Hunters too. It was something that their descendants had to pass on as a tradition to finish dealing off with the Vampire King and his disciple Alphas. Anyone from the Hunters know Mythics exist, while the rest of the world is oblivious." Shawn lowered his head and shuddered quietly. He turned a sour gaze towards the sand. His fists clenched tightly and his wolf incisors sharpened out his lips, he was radiating off a fit of raging anger inside. Showing his unrivaled hate for Vampires. "What I hate most, are those damn bloodsuckers. They're the reasons my y

Dean POV- present day I feel my heartbeat race, the sweat dripping down the back of my neck in the sweltering August heat, and every bounce of the dirt bike I’m riding as I race towards the rogue werewolf who made the poor decision to get too close to my home. My family has lost enough to these vicious wild animals and I won’t let another one take anything else. Werewolves in a pack we can tolerate, but these rogues, the lone wolves without a pack that have basically turned feral, those are the ones who can’t control themselves and cause an even greater danger to the rest of us. When that social aspect of life is gone, they lose the human side of them that gives them a moral compass. They wi

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.

Accalia shouted in pain and she began to prick the human-wolf with the knife that she was still holding. He growls and throws Accalia against the wall. Accalia began to feel numbness as if she doesn't care anymore or if she will get killed by the werewolves. She couldn't accept what happened to LuNa because for a short time she was attached to the young girl. The three werewolves use their mind linking. They are now celebrating because they believe that this night will be the end of the werewolf hunter. They also plan on how to kill the lady. After planning they begin again to attack Accalia. But then, an unexpected visitor came and he protected the lady.

To say the school was old would be an understatement, it had been here since the Original Huntership. The Huntership was just another fancy name for the vampire hunter council. The main aim of the new huntership was to promote extremely controlled coexistence between vampires and hunters and to ensure that the pretence of peace between us was always kept. The new Huntership, however differed from the original huntership. Initially, it was an organisation promoting defence and hatred against vampires. This was way back when vampire hunters actually did what their names suggested- hunted and killed vampires. Time certainly did change things. Now, instead of hating the Vampire council we worked

he muttered. “We’re a vampire turned vampire hunter, and a vampire hunter turned into a vampire… lover?” I winced, but couldn’t hold back my snort. “It doesn’t even rhyme. I apologise. But my point still stands,” I added, more seriously. “I don’t see what can be stranger than that.”

“This path is perilous, Elara. The Ironfangs are not the only danger. Human hunters roam these lands, their traps and their silvered blades a constant threat.” Elara nodded, her gaze distant. She knew the stories. Hunters, known as ‘Shade Stalkers,’ who hunted supernatural creatures for sport, for profit, or simply out of fear. They were cunning, ruthless, and often employed technologies and tactics that even the most powerful werewolves struggled to counter. The thought of them, of their cruel efficiency, sent a shiver down her spine. “We must be more cautious,” she said, her voice barely a whisper. “We cannot afford to be caught unawares.”