Novel & Cerita Shadowhunters Werewolves

don’t go around brutally killing and eating humans. We have rules and laws” he explained. “Well, I saw the wolf that I stayed with kill someone,” I said, my throat going dry and a lump of fear forming in my throat. “What’s his name?” he asked. “What?” I wasn’t really paying attention to what he was saying because I was still looking for an exit. “What is the name of the wolf or man that you have been staying with?” he asked. “Oh, it’s Austin…Austin Hunter” I said. “Austin Hunter?” I saw his eyes go wide in fear but he quickly hid them. “I know the Hunter’s for years. Their grandfather was the one who broke the balance between the werewolf world and the human world and then they took over. T

He let out a breath and said, “This goes back over twenty years ago. I was home from college during the summer between my junior and senior year, and we all threw a huge lake party one night when a bunch of people had just gotten back from school. It was actually a great party, and this was before they patrolled that area so heavily. Anyway, we were all under the influence, and not paying attention to our surroundings, when an attack came in from the woods. A group of hunters had figured out what we were.” “Hunters?” I asked. “I didn’t think hunters existed anymore.” “They’re not common anymore since we know to hide what we are from humans now, and fortunately for us, humans who believe in w

Immediately, the shots froze in midair and fell to the ground. In unison, Elias, Xander, and the rest of the wolves leaped, changing into their wolf forms together, and started taking down the hunters. Wolves ran into the warehouse, along with some shifters in their human forms. Still invisible, Eve and I started picking off the men in the field one at a time. I flipped one over my shoulder and took away his weapon. He held up his hands and ran toward the warehouse as if a ghost were chasing him, but Eve caught him before he got far, hitting him on the back of the head with her pipe.

In some discussions, he could order his beta to go, but today, it was different. "Fucking hunters," he cursed under his breath. He wanted to see his mate’s face and tease her, but he couldn’t. "Let's go," he said grumpily. The four of them got in the car and drove to Winter's. Winter's pack was one of their allies, and the meeting was all about the human hunters. In this age, they still exist. They're the ones who knew about the existence of werewolves, vampires, and other creatures. The sentinels spotted them on the border, and two wolves disappeared. Their suspicion was they were kidnapped and killed by the hunters.

“Look, is it so hard to believe that you might not be the only one who just wants to keep their head down and not keep fighting a pointless war?” Calling the fighting pointless back at Shining Water would have led to pretty brutal punishment. There’s a pact in London, keeping the Hunters out. I don’t know the details. It wouldn’t surprise me if they Hunters were staying out because they were waiting for the werewolves and the vampires to fight each other until only one side was left, so they could swoop in and finish off whoever was left. “Yeah, it’s pretty hard,” I answer. “I’ve seen what’s been done to werewolves who stopped fighting. By both sides.”

“About that, milady. When I passed the woods, I found out that some hunters were attacking the nearby packs, but they didn't stand a chance. I believe those werewolves were from the Whiteland Pack or the Wetland Pack; I am not so sure.” “Really?” “Yes, those hunters were to eradicate all supernatural beings.” “You mean, they are set to haunt my kind?” “Yes, but I'm not sure,” he grumbled. “Maybe those werewolves were hunting for meat or looking for something or someone, but unfortunately, they were attacked by the hunters." Raymond lengthy explained his notion. Moreover, he knew it was the beta and a tracker, he knew those werewolves' signature moves, every pack has its way of killing, and t

The land was sharply divided between two dominant and unforgiving species: the fierce and untamed werewolves, guardians of the moonlit night, and the elegant, immortal vampires, lords and ladies of the eternal darkness. The werewolves, bound by the lunar cycle, roamed vast, dense forests and jagged mountain ranges, their society structured around the pack, loyalty, and primal instincts. Their eyes, aglow with the primal fire, bore the untamed essence of the wilderness they called home. The moon, an ever-present celestial witness, governed their existence, dictating their transformations and guiding their communal rituals.

I straightened, my face was hot and tears blurred my vision. “I'm fine, I'm fine... It's just that I never expected the Lantharns to ever show their face." The Lantharns, they were a different breed of werewolves. The type that had elongated ears, sharp canines and a blood thirst even in their humanoid forms. At the beginning, it was rumoured that they had disobeyed the moon goddess and she cursed them with violence. It was said that they preyed on themselves but you'd expect them to go extinct a long time ago but when they knew that they would never last a hundred years, so instead they preyed on other people, they became the Hunters and apex predators.

I raised brows at him, showing how interested I was in hearing more of it. “They’re called bounty hunters. Once in a while, they come into our place and hunt whoever they think might be a werewolf. There’s more points for them if they catch one of us shifting. They hate us. More than they hate ordinary animals. They get paid money for catching our kind. My pack members are not allowed to leave for the human city. Not while I’m the alpha at least,” he said. I shrunk into myself as I heard his words and let them sink into my head. It was disappointing, to say the least.

“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.