The Wolf Hunt Novels & Stories

They use their mind linking and the two of them think to leave the place. On the other hand, the wolf who has LuNa didn't agree with what they said because he wanted to kill the hunter. That will serve as his achievement if he killed her because he knows that no one in the werewolf village can kill the hunter. And if ever that they kill her, all the werewolf in the village will follow their commands and will give whatever they want. Accalia breathed deeply and gaze at the wolf who have LuNa now. The wolf turned to his human-wolf form then he held LuNa as if the young girl was just a thing.

Collin's POV As I sat down anxiously by the park awaiting the arrival of Wayne. My thoughts ranged from one thing to the other. What if there are actual wolf hunters in fox city. One major reason, we keep moving from one city to another is the fear of this hunters. They would stop at nothing to wipe off the entirety of the werewold clan. I remember it clearly like it was just yesterday on how my mum got killed by wolf hunters. However, they appear interested in something from her as they kept harassing her cold fur digging their hands in every corner of it.

Century years ago Somewhere in bedburg, Germany, Lucas, a young wolf hunter, could be seen chasing after a white wolf through the woods. He had never missed his target when it involved wolf hunting, but it seemed as though he was not going to be lucky this time around. He fired so many shots on the white wolf, but the wolf was very skillful that it dodged all of his bullets. The wolf kept on running while he continued to chase after it and fire his bullets. He checked his gun and found out it was remaining only a bullet, he then fired out the bullet in a final attempt.

One male stood up and finally three stood, but when the first two saw a smartly dressed wolf at the back stand up, they promptly sat. “That Gerald, we’ll at least he’s aged well.” “I, Gerald Holt Alpha of the Blackwood Wolves, pick up this hunt. April Barra, Beta of the Craven Fang. Your single days are numbered.” His face broke out into a grin of pure pleasure. “Run!” April didn’t respond in words. She ran from a room full of Alpha wolves and other high-ranking wolves. There was no disputing it. A mating hunt in April was called. Thomas wasn’t sure who took the video, but it was all there. Right down to the woman Victoria acting as officiant and doing the entire traditional formalities.

I suggested. “That’s a great idea. But let’s ask them to make sure they up for it before we do it.” “Yes! We don’t need them mad at us for running off.” ‘Kiyo?’ ‘Yes, Liz?’ ‘Would you be upset if we mess with our mate a little at the hunt?’ ‘What’s the hunt?’ ‘It’s something new this year. The male wolves have to be blindfolded and try to find us using our scent. It’s supposed to be more exciting for us.’

Their paws pounded the earth, the thrill of the hunt igniting their senses. Lucia's scent, sweet and tempting, lingered in the cool night air, drawing them deeper into the tangled maze of trees. Aiden's focus narrowed, his wolf driven by the primal need to claim what was theirs. Declan ran alongside his brother, their movements in perfect sync. They were closing in, their prey just within reach. The hunt was nearing its end, and the real fun was about to begin.

No one would listen to me and I might get punished for defying the Alpha. The hunt is a werewolf tradition where several packs gather in the neutral territory and hunt wild animals. The one who hunts a bigger prey emerges as the winner. I’ve never participated in the hunt because my wolf can’t handle the pressure of several Alphas in one place. That and I would be ridiculed for being the weakest and having a small wolf. I’m better off sitting it out. But it seems my sister has another plan for me.

Lelandi recognized Sheridan as the stalker as soon as she saw him dressed in his wolf coat. It’s a shame the pickup did not run him off the road. The majority of people loped outside into the winter landscape in their wolf forms, where the snow’s upper layer was crisp and enormous snowflakes were drifting earthward. Lelandi reasoned that Sheridan wouldn’t slide through the snow like a moose or elk might, slowing him down, despite his greater size, since wolves had an edge over larger animals on deeply crusted snow. Although she had some optimism.

I didn't question my father's obsession with wolf artifacts and legends, I didn't question why she wore a protective necklace against something that only existed in my books. I didn't question how my father died, I didn't question anything. I just let life go with me, I let it heal from all the things that were left behind to move on. Soon we were ready, I left the house with the feeling that I should go back but still I went. The Hall was crowded, everyone surprised to finally see me out of my shell, out of the cave where I had been holed up since the day of the great pain. - I don't think I even know how many times that day I heard that phrase pounding in my mind.

Having gathered her thoughts, Anika decided that it was time to take action and interrogate him to find out what was happening. - So, now tell me, what or who are you? - the girl demanded, holding the mop at the ready like a spear. - Why did you become attached to me? And why the hell do you become a human in my house, but a dog outside the door? The guy glanced sideways at her, chewing and swallowing his food. Anika, feeling his gaze on her, clutched the mop tighter. “Well, first of all, I’m not a dog, but a wolf,” the guy beamed with a smile, “if you’re so bad at understanding.”