The Wolf Hunter Novels & Stories

She could easily guess he was an omega in his pack. He roared with bloodshot eyes as she laughed at him. Jackson had run Into a corner as the wolf in front of him was bigger and looked stronger than his. Their colleague was frightened to death and was about to dial the police through the phone on the counter. Lucia gave Jackson a sign and he immediately hit a large frying pan on the girl's head. She fell to the floor. The wolf roared again while he gathered his strength. Without warning, he launched at Lucia, biting hard on her shoulder.

He staggers for a moment and then slowly sways and falls down. I take this opportunity to shift back and grab a pair of basketball shorts in a nearby storage bin. I keep my eye on the hunter since she looks like she’s on her own. I don’t know if she can drag him on her bike or pack him back. We’re actually pretty far from where they’re based so I want to make sure she’s not gonna need my help. I watch her get off the bike and take a second to admire the view. She’s wearing some tight jeans, boots, and a black tank top. The perfect outfit to allow me to see all of her curves, even from all the way over here. I don’t want to look like a creeper so I make a sound so she knows I’m here. She take

He had promised Corinne that he would capture the person responsible for the attack on her brother’s life and that was exactly what that wolf that was sneaking around in the forest would help him do. “You should go back too.” He encouraged, like a fisherman stretching his line “I can do this alone...” “If you insist.” Belle’s voice sounded calm, but he knew her well enough to hear the tension there. “I’ll just…” Before they could provoke further, the rustle of leaves nearby made Hunter turn around at just the right moment to see the intruding wolf approaching him with its teeth bared, ready to chew on his ankles. However, he was so attentive and determined at that moment that he didn't even

I might’ve felt bad for the guy if he wasn’t a raging, misogynistic prick. The wolf’s eyes left Duncan for a fraction of a second, flicking over to my face. I held back a gasp, another glimmer of recognition hitting me square in the chest. No, this couldn’t be that wolf. It had been years since I’d last seen it. It was impossible. Faster than Duncan could scream, the wolf lunged. Its teeth sank into his shoulder, slicing through muscle and bone. He dragged Duncan out kicking and screaming, into the night where his cries continued without faltering.

Their blood tainted the pristine snow. A sharp sting ripping through my back. The bite of wolfsbane and silver rushed through my muscles. Snarling, I turned to find my attacker. Blood sprayed as I tore his head from his body. His lifeless body dropped to my feet. My wounds closed even before his head hit the ground. My wolves meted out death, tearing the hunters to pieces. But something was wrong. ‘Excellence,’ Hein spoke through the link. ‘Where are the rest of them?’

Normally, wolf hunters are always humans and they always have human scents but because they always carry wolfsbane, a poison that is fatal to wolves, the scent of the poison has missed with theirs, giving them a distinctive smell, thereby making it easy for wolves to identify them in a crowd of humans. Why is there a wolf hunter in Naomi’s house? He wondered as he carried her to her room. He placed her on her bed, carefully covering her with the bedcover. When his task was done, he stood beside her and softly gazed on her face. When he first saw, she wasn’t even pretty, but right now, he could clearly see that even though she wasn’t drop dead gorgeous, they are still some beautiful aspects a

"This won’t take long." Lexa glared, her body coiled and ready to spring. If she was going out, she’d make it count. But before the hunter could pull the trigger, a blur of white fur barreled into him, sending the crossbow clattering to the ground. Xander’s wolf emerged from the chaos like a force of nature, his ice-blue eyes blazing as he ripped the weapon from the hunter’s grasp. A guttural snarl tore from his throat as he drove the man back with savage precision, leaving no room for retaliation.

“What is your name?” He was silent for a long moment. Like he was deciding whether to trust me. Whether I deserved the truth. Finally, he spoke. “Kade Blackwood.” My blood turned to ice. Blackwood. The pack that was slaughtered six months ago. Every wolf was murdered in a single night. The massacre that made rogues everywhere hunted on sight. I was hiding the wolf everyone wanted dead. And my father was right outside.

he said calmly. “You’re interesting to everyone.” Adrian’s hands clenched. “You’re not touching her.” The hunter tilted his head. “Then I suppose we’ll have to do this the messy way.” That was the moment everything exploded. A wolf lunged. I didn’t even see which one. It moved like a blur of fur and teeth. The hunter’s crossbow fired instantly. The silver bolt slammed into the wolf midair. The animal screamed. A horrible, choking sound as it hit the ground and rolled violently.

The others are close. When we break through the trees, the smell hits first: blood. The healer, Maeven, kneels in the middle of the clearing, hands glowing faintly blue over a motionless body. Her lips move in prayer or spell, maybe both, but the magic keeps slipping away like water through her fingers. Corran lies beneath her palms. The veteran wolf. The one who kept to himself but was still intent on watching over the young she-wolf. His chest is still, eyes open toward the gray canopy.