The Wolf Hunter Novels & Stories

Finally, the last wave consisting of elite werewolves of the Del Kingdom, attacked the city walls as they rode behind Melnyk the Conri, Zafira, and Peter the bulldog. Getting there, the sight of someone on the floor broke the heart of both Melnyk and Zafira, and it was Tyler that had a spear through his heart as he lay lifeless on the floor. Melnyk had grown fond of Tyler because of how close he was to Richard, now in the middle of this hiatus that was going on, Melnyk couldn't help but wonder how Richard would feel and cope with the loss of his beta, Tyler. Melnyk decided to channel his grief toward the humans that stood in front of him. He jumped down from his horse, changing into a gigant

Unless he possesses a special ability. It was a dirty silver wolf, almost black with dirt yet its fur still shine silver when shone with light. But what’s truly unsettling me is its eyes—or eye. His right eye displays a long, vicious wound, forsaking him of his vision permanently. His other remaining eye was not a bit friendly; it was glaring, sinister as a devil.

The brown wolf howled in pain, momentarily rising, and I realized it was my chance. I advanced toward Caleb, dagger in hand. While the brown wolf was momentarily defenseless, I plunged the dagger into its chest. Caleb stared at me with eyes torn between pain and fury, then collapsed onto me, his imposing weight pressing me against the cold road. I felt the dagger in my hand, wet with the blood I had shed. “Fierce!” Hunter's voice echoed through the night, filled with anguish. He approached quickly, eyes fixed on the scene unfolding before us. Without waiting for a response, Hunter lunged at the brown wolf, using the strength only an alpha could possess. The wolf was lifted, and Hunter threw

“You know that is not fair. She could be saving us all from him. That includes your sorry ass.” A deep gray wolf with piercing amber eyes snarls at us as it approaches us around the corner of the building we are walking along the side of. Before quickly moving toward us. Hunter’s hand falls to his side quickly, pulling out the handgun sitting within his pocket, and shooting. He has been at the shooting range lately, I know that, and clearly his practice has benefited him, as the wolf falls to the floor before our feet with a whimper, blood spreading from the thick fur onto the sidewalk at our feet.

Yet, the Frost Fang alpha remained unflinching, keeping his eyes firmly fixed on the wolf. As Hunter sensed an opportunity, it launched itself at Zayn from behind. The alpha, however, rolled away just in time to avoid the attack. Hunter landed on the floor, turning around to face a sight that made its heart skip a beat. A white wolf, several times larger than Hunter, stood towering over him, its cold gaze fixed firmly upon him.

A surge of adrenaline coursed through me as I projected a desperate mental blast: "HUNTERS!" I plummeted from my perch, a silent avenger, as the rifle's crack split the air, a leaden missile finding its mark on our valiant warrior wolf. With the finality of death whispering through the trees, the wolf crumpled silently to the forest floor. I landed upon the hunter with the fury of nature's retribution, my jaws a hair's breadth from his vulnerable throat, pinning him beneath the weight of righteous rage.

I frown and tap my fingers on the table. “Are those jackets official Ironclaw pack jackets?” Roman shakes his head in the negative and gets up from his leaning position on my table. His hands are in his pockets and there’s a look of extreme concentration on his face. “They were, about ten to fifteen years ago. But they’re for warrior-rank wolves only. I don’t understand how Hunter can have so many.” I nod and go out on a neck. “The most relevant thing now is stopping him before he gets what he wants from Alpha Gomez. I have a feeling Hunter wants something, badly. This is a last line of action on his part and he could consider doing anything to get the Alpha to cooperate.”

They sniffed the air, picking up on the distinctive scent of the Quercia and set off behind the buildings and into the nearby small stretches of land still covered in trees, away from human eyes. Feeling the ground beneath him vibrate with the hundreds of varying sources cleared his mind; he homed in on the unmistakable movements of a wolf and sped up. A few yards ahead he spotted the pale, mixed coloring of a pack member and signaled to Gil to get around him. The underling caught wind of them and attempted to throw them off by taking to the alleys, but Gil arrived to cut off the path. Victor dove in on him from behind, aiming for the shoulder with a shallow bite.

Jordan stands next to Dean, Olivia stands next to Issac, Gia stands next to Justin, and Sasha stands next to Cole. I’m actually getting pretty excited for this. I look up at Gunner again, “What’s your wolf’s name?” He smiles, “Hunter.” I laugh. “Gunner and Hunter?” He chuckles but nods. “You guys were literally made for each other.” I tell him and he nods his head agreeing, bending down to whisper in my ear. “Which is precisely why this will be over quickly. I give it fifteen minutes once the wolves start searching.”

The premise may have been different both times, but the hunter didn’t let his second chance slip. I had been distracted by my wound and the signal. I also had an unconscious believe that the hunter was incapacitated because I already broke the fingers on one of his hands. He seemed to be suffering in intense pain and I didn’t expect anything from him at all. I didn’t even expect him to be able to think, talkless of plotting against me. But when I looked up because of the signal, he struck! I felt a weight shifting off my waist. It was subtle and quick. I could never have sensed it if I was a normal human being. I could only have hope because I was a wolf.