The Wolf Hunt Novels & Stories

I was here to learn everything there was about wolves and their natural habitat, and here I was, hunted as their prey. My brain tried to rationalize all the reasons why a wolf would want to hunt and kill a human. It wasn’t normal behavior. Wolves preferred to eat bison, rabbits, and deer. They only killed to survive, and the chase was usually over quickly. There was no question that I was being herded. It was a skillful technique to capture their prey. Each warning growl was meant to deter me from going this way or that. The wind rushed overhead, and a forceful impact hit the ground with a thump. My feet skidded through the loose chipping to stop myself colliding nose to nose with the snarli

Richard realized he wanted the life his sister had and it was clear that she wanted his, the funny irony of life is that most times we craved something we might never get but it is okay to dream for hope is what keeps us going. The entourage came to a halt at the entrance of the magnificent Karak’s castle. It was flooded with both Humans and Werewolves, even some witches could be spotted among the ocean of people that had come to pay homage to the late Lord Haimi’s relations. “He was a Dolph,” Richard said as he embarked from his horse. “More of a Fridolf” Tyler said. “Why don’t I believe you guys?, because I believe he was a Conri” Zafira said as she drew her horse, heading towards the stab

Alpha asked. “ Well, I came to see if you were having any problems recently.” I said. I explained to Alpha about the wild wolves we have seen in our area. Normally, that isn’t a big deal but these wolves had bright red eyes, were in bad shape and the oddest part was they seemed to be looking for something. They would sniff around then move on. Alpha Riverclaw and his son looked at each other. Luther nodded and Alpha said “ I’m sorry you are having these problems. We hadn’t realized it was affecting other packs. The wolves won’t harm your pack. They have a spell on them and they are looking for something. Since you don’t have it they will move on.” “ So you know what is going on? And you are

I started taking a deep breath before I kept reading. “The Red Rose pack. The most powerful wolf pack in the whole country. This pack dates back to the 1600s when the first Alpha reigned in the woods. Rumors were spread that a rabid wolf attacked a hunter when he was out hunting for rabbits. Weeks later, he felt painful aches on his body and his bones felt like they were crushing inside while he was taking the form of the rabid animal. From then on, he kept attacking the village and recruiting more wolves by biting them without remorse. They built the town and up until this day, that pack still exists. Bigger and more powerful than ever.”

He let out a boisterous laugh, placing a hand over his chest as it bobbed vigorously. “Ok, Kaia. Let’s see what you’re made of.” ***Julian If someone had told me I’d be hunting alongside a large predatorial wolf who tracked the woods faster than I could blink, I would have laughed in their face. She was incredible... fast as she was lethal. Before I knew it, the wolf pounced on a young buck and let out a howl for my attention. Sharpened canines dug into the poor animal’s throat as it thrashed around, letting the blood pour out. The wolf was unfazed as it clenched its jaw, holding a firm grip. Slowly, the legs stopped kicking. And then only a few last twitches before the animal’s eyes glassed

If I had a wolf, I would be following in a long family tradition. It was unheard of for a she-wolf to leave the pack. They always had mates, typically fated but if not, usually males would begin offering to take her as a chosen mate within a few months. If after two Mates Dinners, a she-wolf didn't find her mate, she could technically opt to go to college, as long as she returned for every Mates Dinner. But I didn't know of a single she-wolf that actually had. I had looked to see in the pack office last year, I looked at stats for pack members with college degrees. Our pack values education and many members go to college, but it's mostly males.

If her boots go back to that old Ashcroft Loft, and if Declan Voss represents a shadow still lurking inside those walls, my wolf might have to consider bringing a silver gun when my frame shows up to claim her. As predicted by my brain, the driver wolf agrees to the hunt instantly. While my ears wait for his phone call, my body jumps straight into the hot gym shower and my hands get dressed fast so my frame will be fully ready to roll. My heart is so eager to hear data from his hunt that my hand answers the very next vibrating call without even checking the caller ID screen. “Yeah.”

The garden buzzed with the mixed scents of moss, pine, and the earthy perfume of freshly trimmed hedges. The Moon Festival's second phase was near—the Hunt and it was sure to let the make wolves let loose and bring out their primal side as they hunt down a very powerful animal in the woods. A bear. This was a traditional spectacle of speed, strength, and cunning where the strongest wolves raced through the woods to claim the prize of dominance and honor. The winner of the hunt usually got to be given a huge celebration and declared the strongest wolf in the pack. Second to the Alpha and his court, that is.

In seconds, the hall dissolves around us, and the Living Forest stands where it was. I grip my knife instinctively. The light here is wrong. It’s not day or night, but perpetual twilight. The trunks glow faintly from within, veins of silver pulsing like blood. Somewhere ahead, something small and fast darts through the underbrush, and the wolves’ instincts snap to attention at once. The Herald’s voice echoes from nowhere. “Begin.” Kael flashes me a grin. “Try not to get lost, Moonfire.” I don’t dignify it with a reply. I tighten my pack straps and step into the trees. The forest exhales, and the hunt begins.

She said, trying to remember the vague of memory, “I'm hunting-” “The hell misty!” “My lady should let me finish my words please?” She giggled, kinda amuse. “And what's wrong hunting if it's for the love of my life?” “How can hunting be related to love, Misty?” My mind spun to the idea, given a destructive results if relates the act to love. She shiver, and somehow a thing last night came to her mind. She murmured, “So if ever, I was hunt... for love?” Misty's eyes widened. “Are you being hunt, my lady?”