The Wolf Hunter Novels & Stories

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?"

I ran into the forest, I didn't know I could run that fast but I guess with the motivation to get away from Adrian, anything was possible. I had successfully lost Adrian, part of me was proud of out runing an Apha and that was the stupid part of me, I knew he didn't have his Wolf with them and I had a headstart. That night I met his Wolf and goddamn it every part of that man is perfect, even his wolf is perfect. Hunter is white with two different color eyes, unlike Adrian's eyes, his were not dark. They shined so bright I was confused for a brief moment. From what I heard, Adrian hadn't been himself completely.

He gently lowers me into the ice cold water and I sigh in relief thankful for the reprieve. "Better?" Hunter says as he kisses my forehead. "Much, thank you" I smile at him pulling him down to my lips. I kiss him passionately before he pulls away. "Save your energy my little wolf" he chuckles as he dumps a cold flannel on top of my head. "Is your wolf excited?" I ask him. "He's nervous" he says. "Can I see him?" I ask realising I've not seen his wolf yet. Hunter smiles and let's his wolf come forward, his eyes glowing green.

All my time as an Alpha of the Tiger wood blood pack, I had never encountered any hunter as they didn't have access into our territory so hearing Tyla say the scent she perceived was like that of a hunter got me really curious. “What do you mean a hunter?” I asked. “A wolf hunter…they’re… they’re trained to track and kill wolves…they can mask their scent, move silently… they're dangerous...Really dangerous.” she said. “I know what wolf hunters are, Tyla…anyway, have you encountered one before??” “Yes, back at my pack…I got attacked by one…I had no idea how I survived it's attack but all I knew is that I woke up without any memories of my encounter with it.”

POV: CALLIE “Who are you?” I demanded of the dark wolf behind me, taking a few steps back. “Do you no longer remember your king and father?” Hunter bellowed coldly, his eyes wicked. “How am I seeing you here if your carcass is curled up on the ground like cornered prey? Can you see it?”

It was just a regular forest wolf, probably just looking for food. "Mister Ghalow," I held Gary's arm before his finger could pull the trigger. "How are you so sure it was a werewolf? What if it was just a regular wolf or a wild dog?" Gary snorted, not even bothering to lower the muzzle of his rifle. "It's all the same, honey. Whether it's a werewolf or a regular wolf, they'll all die if their chest is pierced." I glanced at Ronan out of the corner of my eye. His face was clouded with disgust. He leaned over, pulled me back behind him, and whispered very lowly, "This is why I hate hunting with him. He has no code of conduct."

Zane looked up, and his entire body went rigid. On the roof stood a snow-white wolf three times the size of Hunter. Its eyes were pure blood-red, the hallmark of the legendary Southern Faction Supreme Alpha, the man everyone thought was just a myth. The white wolf didn't attack Hunter or Seth; its terrifying gaze locked directly onto my now-flattened stomach, as if it knew exactly where Aria had been taken.

he whispered, voice edged with steel. But the scent hit me then, familiar, bitter, wrong. My blood iced. “No,” I breathed, stepping back. “Not a rogue. A hunter.” Kael’s eyes snapped to mine. He understood instantly. Hunters, humans trained to track, trap, and kill wolves, were worse than rogues. They didn’t fight for dominance or survival. They fought for extermination. The figure stepped into view, crossbow gleaming beneath the moonlight, eyes sharp and merciless. His smile was thin, cruel.

They shook ever so slightly, like a volcano about to erupt. I turned to him. "Who are you?" He didn't look at me as he said, "I told you. I am his wolf, the other half of his soul." "How is this possible?" I blinked. "Just as the pack members begin to feel their weakness eating away from inside of them, Hunter was the first to fall. He was weak, and even after seeing the truth before his very eyes, he refused to help his pack." "How?" Hunter, or his wolf, turned his gaze to me with unmistakable coldness in his eyes.

Victor’s POV Harrison Hunt could not stop staring. The creature lying on the floor of the hallway was a wolf. There was no denying the reality of it. Its silver gray fur shone under the bright chandelier lights. The wolf looked weak, and helpless. But Harrison could not forget what wolves meant to him. For years, he had hated them with a passion. He blamed them for taking his wife away. He had promised himself that if he ever saw a wolf again, he would shoot it without hesitating.