The Wolf Hunt Novels & Stories

He slumped in his chair as he leaned back. “We’re lucky to be single.” Justice met Tiger’s steady gaze. “Are we? I think Fury would disagree. His Ellie is worth it to him. Their love is true.” “Yeah. You have a point but so do I.” Tiger grinned. “Let’s make a pact. We won’t tell anyone if we ever fall for a woman from the outside. Between humans thinking we’re twisted bastards who brainwash women into being with us and our own kind watching us to see what happens when we are with humans, let’s skip it and keep it on

"You've forgotten one thing about wolves." "And what's that?" I sneered. His eyes flashed Alpha red as he smiled. "We hunt best at night."

he asked. "Advantages are, it helps the hunter attack and kill the wolf while in hiding, It helps the hunter gain advantage in the case of physical combat. The disadvantages are, the effect is slow. Some wolves have built resistance to it, and the effectiveness of the doses varies from wolf to wolf." I replied, and he nodded with a smile. "Give me the other methods along with their advantages and disadvantages." He said.

I felt every wolf's joy at running, their primal satisfaction at the hunt. Felt Draven leading from the front, his Alpha dominance guiding the pack toward prey. We were hunting elk—a massive herd that migrated through Blood Moon territory every autumn. The wolves spread out, forming hunting formations practiced for generations. Some would drive the herd toward waiting wolves. Others would cut off escape routes. All moving with synchronized precision, born of centuries of pack memory. I should have been watching the hunt.

I only knew that I was his slave. Before I could think further, Elodie shoved me toward the washroom. “Hurry! You'll make us late.” ***** The morning air outside the palace was cold and crisp. Luckily, Elodie and I were assigned to clear the marble path leading to the grand courtyard, so we were together. As we worked, I finally asked the question that had been bothering me. “What’s the wolf hunt?” Elodie's eyes lit up immediately. “Oh! It’s an event held twice a year in Dark Hound. Male wolves hunt for their mates. If you’re unlucky and don’t find your mate, you try again on the next hunt.”

Richard looked at her with pride, knowing Amalie would be proud of the daughters they had created. The girls had turned 18 in April and it was now June. They were officially old enough for their first Hunt. The Hunt was a three-week festival that happened every June. Every tribe in the Shifter Kingdom was mandated to send their unmated adult shifters to the Hunt. It was here, and here alone, that an alpha shifter was able to find and claim their omega mate. Claiming and marking outside of the Hunt was punishable, not by death, they weren't savages, but definitely by public humiliation and demotion within the shifter ranks. To be able to control yourself and your baser desires was the highest

Again and again, over and over again, I repeated her name to myself, internally going crazy from the ever-increasing distance between us. Nothing-nothing... We won't be apart for long. How did she say? Belongs to the alpha of the gray wolf clan? Well, that's even more interesting. Hunting has always been one of my favorite pastimes. Let's play baby... I grinned and walked towards the classic fire metallic sports car parked nearby, which always and everywhere travels with me. Well what can I say? Everyone has their weaknesses. For me — this is my iron baby. In fact, I should have been somewhere else. But since the werewolf I needed was absent now and was supposed to return only by morning, I

The whispers among the wolves grew louder, tales of disappearances and strange occurrences reaching Amelia's ears. One evening, as the pack gathered around the campfire, a wounded wolf stumbled into their midst. The wolf's fur was matted with blood, and fear flickered in its eyes. Amelia rushed to its side, her heart pounding. "What happened? Who did this to you?" she demanded. The wounded wolf gasped for breath, struggling to speak. "The Hunters... They're coming. They seek to eradicate all werewolves... It's a trap." Amelia's blood ran cold. The Hunters. The ancient order of humans who despised and hunted werewolves. They were relentless, driven by their conviction to eliminate what they s

It was off official pack lands, so it shouldn't be an issue to hunt. I found the doe in a clearing, munching on fresh grass. I was just about to pounce, but then a little fawn came stumbling towards its mother. My wolf froze, not having the heart to kill the mother, leaving the baby to be an orphan. We watched for a second, letting the scene rain peace over us, watching the mother care for its baby. With a snuff of hot air, I finally turned around, ready to sprint away to feel the wind again, but a hot-searing pain strangled my wolf, fastening around his neck and bringing him to the ground with a powerful cry. He howled in pain, forcing the shift and making me come forward.

His wolf instincts were on high alert, ready for any encounter that might come his way. Silently, he crept through the shadows, his eyes gleaming with a predatory focus. His mission was clear – find the griffin, neutralize any threat, and continue his relentless search for the person he sought. In the darkness, Layton’s demonic wolf became a ghostly presence, haunting and relentless. The night seemed to conspire against him, concealing any signs of his presence from unwanted eyes. Yet, he persisted, his senses sharp, and his determination firm. As he closed in on the griffin’s location, the wolf’s heart pounded with a mix of anticipation and thrill.