The Wolf Hunt Novels & Stories

Every young werewolf participated in a three-day hunting competition across the frozen plains. Whoever claimed the most prey, and the most valuable prey, would be named that year's Winter Hunt Champion. This year, Kane joined the fray. Right before the competition began, Grayson declared in front of everyone, "This year's Winter Hunt Champion shall be me." He shot me a pointed, provocative look as he said it, but I ignored him and focused on adjusting my bow. Kane stepped beside me and lowered his voice. "Ms. Slater, would you like to team up?"

“Perhaps tomorrow night he will dine with us. We were about to depart for our annual hunt, I would be honored if you and your Beta would join us?” The word hunt was misleading since nothing would actually be hunted. Every she-wolf would be given a fifteen-minute head start before the males went on the prowl. It was a very exciting event, or so I was always told, as it allowed the males to prove their strength to the she-wolves, and it also gave the she-wolves a chance to earn some fame and glory. The she-wolves who managed to make it till midnight without getting captured were then honored during the Pack run the following night. It was also a chance for mated pairs to test one another's pro

A respectable Luna, though I knew she was within the boundaries I allowed. Hunter, transforming into a gray wolf, headed towards the forest, following the tradition of the ceremony. It was the cue I was waiting for to set my plan in motion. By now, Jeff, one of the banished wolves who agreed to participate in the scheme, was lurking in the shadows at a safe distance.

he got interrupted but he still shaked her hand. " There is nothing to apologize about. Tell me, what's your department?" She asked. " Wolf hunting." The answer came as a shock. " Do people still involve themselves in things like that. Like imagine this is kind of weird, a werewolf. I have to say, I have never seen one before. But I have studied a lot about that and I was surprised that werewolves were not among the earliest extinction. Infact they are just natural selections. So tell me, how many have you hunted?"

She sat across from me in the small space of her room and held it and let me decide how to open it, which was what she did when she understood that something needed to come out in a particular order and pushing the order would not help. "Wolf hunters," I said. "They are exactly what the name suggests. People who know that wolves exist — who have always known, or who found out at some point and made it their purpose — and who track us. Not all of them are the same. There are different groups with different methods and different levels of organization. The ones that have been moving in this direction are the more organized kind." "How long have you known about them?" Ember said.

“But I hope you come back. Hope this works. Hope you find answers that make all this suffering mean something.” “Us too.” Elena brought Little Aria to say goodbye. The small girl hugged us both. “Come back safe. Promise.” “We promise to try,” I said. Could not promise more than that. “Trying is good. Trying is enough.” She let go. Went back to her mother. The pack gathered at sunset. A small ceremony. Not for luck. Just for the witness. For remembering. For honouring the attempt even if it failed. Richards stood at the front. He still did not like us. Still did not trust humans leading wolves. But he respected effort.

The sun fell into the horizon and spread soft shades of gold all over the sprawling grounds of Hampton Annual Hunt. This was the exclusive event in which students coming from every nook and corner of the city gathered at the grand entrance gates of Hampton Estate and chatted excitedly with each other. The Hunt was a very famous event reserved only for wolves and their friends and a few lucky humans who got in to view the spectacle. But to the wolves, it wasn't a game. It was a test of skill and strength and cunning combined.

I slowly turned my head until I saw the huge wolf coming toward me, licking its lips. “Ahhh!” I screamed, but the wolf pounced on me, knocking me onto my back. The impact was hard, and I felt some pain in the affected area. The wolf was on top of me, and I couldn’t do anything. It sniffed my neck, ran its tongue along my nape, reaching my chest. With its paw, it tore my shirt, revealing just my bra. I quickly searched for a stake or something to defend myself. I found a stake nearby, but before I could hit the wolf, it gave one last growl and ran off. My chest was heaving rapidly; I thought the people in the lake would hear my scream and come help me, but they didn’t. When I got up as best I

My wolf wasn’t small, but they dwarfed us, muscles coiled and ready. ‘I feel the moon’s power inside me. Don’t let your fear overwhelm us.’ I had no command over that power, didn’t know how to summon it, and no certainty it would return. But running was not an option. Fight or die. The first wolf launched itself, a blur of gray fur and bared teeth, the second close on its heels. The impact was brutal. My wolf hit the earth with jarring force, and I felt the sharp, agonizing crack of her ribs beneath the crushing weight of the wolf pinning her.

{Dominic} Two days passed in the blink of an eye, and soon enough, it was the day of the hunt. The usual pre-wedding hunt was in full swing, with many wolves enjoying themselves and participating in the grand hunt. But mine wasn’t so easy, or fun. I stood at the borders of a forest with a dozen Elders staring straight at me, cloaked in their ceremonial robes and smelling like old wolf musk. This obviously wasn’t your normal hunt. It wasn’t the kind where younger wolves would sprint through pine groves chasing deer and howling for fun before leaping into rivers with their mates. No… this was The Hunt of the Hollow Woods.