The Wolf Hunter Novels & Stories

Like she remembered who he was. He felt his wolf yelping in his head. His mate was finally there. He had spent so long without her, and now. she was finally within reach. Her wolf had always been unique. She was the only wolf with white on her fur, and there she was, staring at him intently. A massive black wolf with white engravings that trailed from her head to her tail and down her to her paws. She was gorgeous.

My upper lip curls, and for a moment, I feel as if I might have fangs. Maybe I do, because the hunter backs up a step, his expression turning almost sheepish beneath his orange cap. “I… I didn’t realize it was a wolf,” he stammers. “I thought it was a deer. It was moving through the trees, and I just… I took the shot.” “A deer?” I repeat incredulously. “How could you mistake a wolf for a deer?” He looks down at the wolf, then back at me. “I don’t know. It was far away, and the light was bad, and… I’m sorry. I fucked up, okay? I know wild wolves are protected around here.”

"There was a person with her … by the garden. A hooded figure, likely female. I couldn't get close enough to see clearly before she vaulted over the fence, but..." At that, I froze slightly. I knew the type. I knew what he was going to say before he even finished the sentence. “You say you saw this… person with her?” “Yes,” he said simply. “With a wolf. A dire wolf.” I spun on my heel. “That's impossible. Dire wolves haven't been seen in centuries." “It was definitely a dire wolf." Hunter wasn't one for exaggeration or flights of fancy. If he said he saw a dire wolf, the same hooded female, then…

His chocolate brown wolf tore into the nearest hunter, claws raking through flesh before his fangs snapped around the man’s throat. I didn’t hesitate. I grabbed the nearest hunter weapon I could find—a gun. Loaded with silver rounds tipped with wolfsbane, I needed to be careful who I shot. I committed the image of Finn, Clarence, Dean, Rhys, and Bishop’s wolves to memory so I wouldn’t cause a friendly fire in battle.

"Alpha Magnus is going to pay me millions of dollars in cash for your severed head." I was completely paralyzed, my lungs burning for air as a suffocating, pure terror locked my muscles firmly in place. The bounty hunter reached his free hand behind his back, drawing a long, jagged silver blade from a leather sheath strapped to his waist. Just as the hunter raised the lethal silver weapon above my chest, a massive, jet-black Alpha wolf exploded violently from the thick brush on the left side of the trail. In a blinding flash, Jordan attacked the bounty hunter with a feral, terrifying violence that completely defied human logic.

Nobody noticed as he walked down to the car port and turned the engine over. He made the forty-five-minute drive into Laramie, the whole time imagining the pummeling he would give Clara's pack member. For a while he debated on killing them, but he still needed a messenger. Sending a black and blue wolf would be enough to scare her into delaying a marking if that was what she had planned. When he came into town he spotted James and Marilyn parking the van. He kept out of view as they walked into a bar on the main street. Lucas pulled into a spot a few yards away and kept his eye on the door, waiting to spot the pack member. He couldn't believe his luck when down the street came the blond hair

Then, out of that void, a figure stepped forward. Tall. Broad-shouldered. Clad in black leather that seemed to absorb the moonlight. His face was hidden beneath a hood, but his presence—goddess above, his presence—was suffocating. It pressed against me the way Damon and Lucas’s dominance did, only sharper, like knives instead of claws. “Finally,” the hunter said, his voice low and smooth, carrying a deadly calm. “The fated wolves, united in one den. How generous of you to gather.”

If her boots go back to that old Ashcroft Loft, and if Declan Voss represents a shadow still lurking inside those walls, my wolf might have to consider bringing a silver gun when my frame shows up to claim her. As predicted by my brain, the driver wolf agrees to the hunt instantly. While my ears wait for his phone call, my body jumps straight into the hot gym shower and my hands get dressed fast so my frame will be fully ready to roll. My heart is so eager to hear data from his hunt that my hand answers the very next vibrating call without even checking the caller ID screen. “Yeah.”

Mom, Dad she called out slowly to them moving close in their direction. By the time she found them they had already transformed into werewolves it's wasn't easy, controlling them as wolves, to make them go under the basement, she tried all she could but failed then she said to them, "I don't care how aggressive you are towards me, you know you can't hurt me because I am also a young wolf, just like you are a werewolf from one pack, I can control you, as been a young she-wolf, I will do anything to make sure you don't cause any harm to others."

She seriously queried the nervous hunter’s leader. She asked him to find out who the heck was the crimson red furred wolf on the western side. She throws the dart to the board – full of strength, making it dig deeply into the poor wood. The hunter swallowed roughly, but his head remained bowed down a bit. His legs wobbled with fear and his forehead had a bullet of sweat. “I-I apologize, milady. B-but I haven’t heard anything about that particular wolf. The western part was so strict and heavily guarded by its sentinels.” He swiftly answered – his voice cracked with nervousness.