The Wolf Hunt Novels & Stories

Thankfully, she had survived and finally found a slither of second to escape. Unfortunately, my presence didn't go unnoticed by the rogue. Its attention shifted to me, and a furious snarl escaped its jaws, its eyes filled with a vacant, menacing intensity. Just as it was about to make a move toward me, Alpha Chase, in his brownish-black wolf form, darted past, using his swift movements to knock a line of rogues off balance, sending them crashing onto the cold pavement.

Shyfter warned. "Kit, Tristan, and I are the Eldest wolves of the 7 packs, we know more about the life of a wolf. We had to learn the Trinity when writing and I were waiting for Tristan to pop up,and be our 3rd. Now our Trinity is complete and we should be able to handle it ourselves." Rex explained.

This cowboy wolf was none other than Jeremy Lennon, high commander of the Grey Wolf armies, infamous Grey Wolf warrior, and one of the fiercest wolves ever to live. Anytime one of the Wild Eight had returned to their compound near death’s door and clinging to a thread of life, this man had almost always been the one singularly responsible—and that didn’t begin to cover the damage he’d done to the Wild Eight through the information-gathering and patrolling schedules demanded of his men. If she’d thought his battle scars made him intimidating, the pair of eyes locking onto the bush she hid in, as if he saw straight through the shrubbery, chilled her more than the snow beneath her paws. Irises

"If you come across any wolf from his pack you are to kill it on sight. I want him alive! Is that understood?!" "Yes Alpha!" Came the response in unison as members began shedding their clothing and undergoing the transformation. The sound of breaking bones and howls filled the air as my pack and I descended into the night. My two best trackers were hot on the trail of what they could manage to catch of Eloise. The faded smell that was barely there made it obvious they had taken her by car. We strolled a few miles until reaching a barely used dirt road before the lycans came jogging up.

Commander Hunter walked between the lines, calling out names to pair us up for the next drill. "Listen carefully," Hunter announced. "You only need to try to draw blood from your partner. The very first wolf to draw blood wins the bout. The rules are strict: no permanent injuries, and no life-threatening attacks. Any offender who deals a fatal blow will be permanently cast out of this camp and left to fend for themselves in the rogue-infested wilderness."

“So, how about this? A little family reunion. I’ll make you into the very thing your bloodline once hunted.” My breath hitched as Desmond leaned closer, his mouth hovering just above Silas’s skin. I wanted to move, to do something—anything—but I stayed frozen, rooted to the spot by the chains and my own hurt. “If you survive my hunt,” Desmond whispered, “then you become my wolf.” And then he bit down. The sound of it was wet and visceral, followed by Silas’s scream—a raw, guttural cry that ripped through the room and rattled the very air around us.

as he quickly stepped back raising his hands in defense. “I didn't get to change you myself, although I wanted to but I had the pack nurse do it I promise.” “What did you mean by you have warriors chasing after them?” Zayn exhaled, running a hand through his hair. “This might be hard to understand for now, but… I am a wolf, the alpha of the Shadowcrest pack and you my dear are my fated mate. I have waited my whole life for you.” He paused, his eyes scanning my face for any sign of understanding.

Damien pressed. "Professional hunters." The scarred wolf said the words with the weight of someone delivering a death sentence. "Not ordinary humans looking for trophies. Specialists. The kind who know exactly how to track us, trap us, neutralize our advantages. The kind who have been doing this long enough to perfect their methods."

“Everything seems fine.” Snow didn’t answer, but her silence carried a tension that set my nerves on edge. After a quick wash, I dressed simply in a loose tunic and leggings, something comfortable for moving about. Today, preparations for the upcoming hunting festival would likely be in full swing. Lena and Cassidy informed me about the hunting festival. It's an event that basically shows off your wolf and skills, especially the male wolves. The unmated ones. I didn’t know much about what was expected of me yet, but anything to distract me from the creeping dread would help.

"What would the wolf want with a halfling?" Nicholas shrugged. "I don't know. I've been looking into it." "What do we know of him?" If the wolf was a threat to Victoria he would take him out. "A few centuries back he fought his alpha for control over his pack. He lost and was exiled. Not much more is known. He's also a Hunter, a good one. He only goes after the elite bounties." A Hunter, shit. Hunters made a living killing other supernatural beings. Due to their profession only those powerful and skilled enough survived. "He took down that Forsaken general, a