The Wolf Hunter Novels & Stories

, they thought. When the fire stopped burning, they moved closer carefully to confirm if their enemy was dead but instead of seeing the ashes of a defeated enemy, they saw a giant grey wolf standing in the midst of the smoke and dust, the iron cage reduced to nothing all around him. Whatever the humanity left in Iron bath was locked away deep down his soul, the only thing left was hunger and a burning desire for carnage.

They both engaged in a fierce battle as each other battled for survival, and there was no one who had the upper hand. The other wolf shifted into a young lady, who told the hunter wolf to stop its attack. The lady was of average height and build. She has long, dark, flowing hair that stops at her waist. Her eyes were brown and big. “Who are you, and what are you doing at the border of my pack?” The woman asked with irritation in her voice. The hunter-wolf leader also shifted to his wolf. “I am from northern Wolf County, and I am here in search of a member of my pack,” the leader responded after wearing back his torn clothes as a result of the forced shift he had the other time.

Emma was at a loss of words as she heard him. A wolf hunter? What the hell was that supposed to mean? She watched his face for any signs of remorse or guilt, but she found none. She didn’t know what was worse, knowing that her mate was essentially a serial killer or that she was supposed to love him in spite of it. “What do you mean you’re a wolf hunter?” She said, “Who do you kill?”

The hunter pulls out a weapon—a sleek, silver blade with intricate engravings that catch the light. Luke, in wolf form, is a blur of powerful muscle and fur, but the hunter’s movements are equally swift and precise. They dodge Luke’s powerful swipes with ease, their blade slicing through the air with deadly accuracy. Each strike and counterstrike sends shivers down my spine, the clash of wolf and hunter reverberating through the room.

Jonea froze and failed to hit her. "You… will receive a ruthless punishment from me!" Jonea was speechless. At that moment, Hunter had pounced on Jonea's neck with his fangs to mark the girl. "Be my mate!" Jonea screamed and struggled. She did not accept what Hunter did to her. "Let me go!" A wolf suddenly jumped up and lunged at Hunter. Hunter's reflex turned him into a wolf with red and golden fur. The first wolf attacked Hunter, sinking its jaws and tearing Hunter's body. "Who's he?" screamed Jonea with a pale face.

Kane. Bleeding, limping. Alive. I raised the gun I’d hidden in my waistband. He smirked. “Thought you’d run without saying goodbye?” “You don’t get goodbyes,” I said. “You think she’ll let you live?” “She won’t find me.” He stepped closer. “She’ll track you. She’s a wolf, Rosa.” “And you’re a corpse.” I pulled the trigger. Empty. He laughed. “Safety was on.” He lunged.

Feral wolves who attack without a reason or prior warning. I turned towards the forest,my eyes searching for Alexander. As I ran towards the fray,a chilling realization stopped me cold. The howls weren't random. They were organized. When I reached the border,a wolf caught my attention,his fur was as dark as night,and eyes as crimson as blood. A voice echoed in my mind,deep and unfamiliar. “Finally. It's time Lea,you can't run anymore.”

This time, Cromwel didn't hesitate to lunge at that wolf and gripped his throat, dragging him to us, then put on Hunter's foot. Hunter inhaled deeply, eyes down towards the wolf, then growled, "What's so funny?" His voice is deep, his eyes are as black as the incoming night, and his claws are already out. The wolf is shivering, and stuttered, "My apologies, alpha," "Since we started his session, I have already felt your disgust. Why is that?" Cromwel scoffed. "I—I heard just rumors, that's all," "What kind of rumors?" Hunter added, "Please entertain us, as you think that it was more important than what we were discussing,"

It didn't happen. By six years old, Hunter's wolf was consistent and controlled — he could shift in under a minute, run the pack land with Knox, had started learning the scent markers. His wolf was gray, medium-sized, with silver eyes that startled every person who saw them for the first time. He was proud of it in the calm, factual way he was proud of most things he was good at. Luna watched her brother shift with the same focused attention she brought to the marine biology books, and showed no signs of doing the same.

Lucy nodded in Naomi’s direction. “Well, as if having kids wasn’t scary enough.” Naomi joked “I have to go and have a special one with a target on his back” Lottie’s wolf made a growl deep in her chest. “Apologies but that was my wolf and I agreeing that they will put a target on Alex over my dead body. I have a duty to him, and I take it very seriously. Also, I’d be lost without his little hugs” she said smiling softly.