Werewolf Hunters の小説・ストーリー

The healer that he had been following all the while had vanished into the thin air without any trace of being found. " No way. " He said. " She entered here. I am certain of that. " Vieira began to flash his eyes through the darkness of the night . But his sight was not good enough to see anyone. Then, he turned his eyes to his normal werewolf form. With those eyes that now glowed, he scanned the trees and the bushes for the slightest sign of a figure that looked like her. But there was no one there. He took out time to practice his smelling ability again. Perhaps, he was the one that hit it entirely wrong initially. That was definitely the reason for him not to have caught a glimpse of her

Yet, the eerie stillness was broken by the synchronised howling of the mountain wild animals and some unknown creatures that reminded him that he wasn't alone. After half an hour, he went towards the sounds of the clanking of the sword behind the massive tree; he knew what lay ahead. He watched the hunters in the clearing behind the rocks, where a massive werewolf was fighting. Raymond saw some of the hunters run away from the massive werewolf. He drew a glance towards the smaller, and he knew he saw him from somewhere; he was so familiar and was fighting in a blur with a dozen mercenaries or hunters at the same time. Hunters maybe, he thought.

The werewolves were behind this devastating attack on the Wolf Hunter organization. I clenched my fists, my jaw set in determination. "We have to find this man, Jake. He's the key to unraveling this conspiracy." Jake's eyes burned with fury as he nodded. "We won't rest until we bring him to justice, Tyler." As we worked with the authorities to coordinate a search for the rogue werewolf responsible for the attack, I couldn't help but think of the fallen Wolf Hunters, the comrades we had lost in this senseless act of violence. Their sacrifices would not be in vain. We would honor their memory by continuing the fight against the supernatural threats that threatened our world, no matter the cost

And if I could read his reaction, he knew all about these hunters than he let on, or it must be written somewhere in Lycans and Werewolves’ books. “So the legend is true.” “The legendary werewolf hunter’s dead, Califf,” Zarah cut in. “This is a new group of hunters. Probably copycats or someone reestablishes the old guild. If I study based on what they do, they are highly trained mercenaries who probably had military backgrounds. They are humans who know your kind and hold grudges against you.” “There’s this new sheriff who knows about us,” I told Zarah. “When he came, an attack happened. Could he be one of them, trying to blend in so he could tell his leader about us?”

He knew she lied about not seeing anything else when she went after Matt that day. Amerie blinked at him. “I don’t think Allen will appreciate you spreading stories again.” “It’s not just stories,” he hissed. He shifted in his seat and leaned onto her desk. “My family has been hunting these wolves for generations. They’re werewolves, led by the Wolf Man. I know you’ve seen them.” Hunters? Did Apollo know? “Tyler, I have work to do.” she groaned and turned back to her computer, praying he couldn’t hear her heart pounding. She brought her coffee cup to her lips to hide her nervous swallow.

Alaric turned to the Oracle Mirror and grinned, “Take me to the murderer.” ,,, The forest was wet with rot and early frost. The undergrowth hissed with steam where silver-laced lanterns burned. Seraphine Duskbane moved silently through the gloom, flanked by a team of six enforcers. They weren’t meant to be here, but here they were, training for a war that would be the end or the beginning of the human race. “Scouts confirmed werewolf activity in the ruins,” said Dorian, his voice tight as he ducked beneath a branch. “Rogue movements. Possibly Outcast Packs.”

The sounds of loud thumbing on the floor peck Ethan's curiosity as he took out his note book looking at the horizon were he could spot heads. A group of werewolf in a dull colored suit of ash with thin straight golden line as tripe, with a dominant color of black, were heading in a straight line to the woods. They looked older than the psi and stronger. Who are they? Ethan thought. He looked down at the note he had taken while Gaby was speaking. They were the lambda, the hunters. And the two male and female leading them in ash blue suit with black were they kappas, leaders of all hunters. (All suits are dominantly black! I.e black is the dominant colors on all their werewolf suit.)

We were about four thousand hunters from different families around the world, all gathered to fight the Moon Howlers and finally end their dominion over North Carolina. Even though we knew just how powerful and feared moon Howlers pack was non of us was going to let that fear bring us down infact it encouraged us to train harder so that we can be known as the mighty hunters that took down Alexander pierce the alpha of nightmares. Everyone else's goal was to wipe out the pack and, by extension, eliminate all werewolves from the face of the earth, but for me, my goal was different. Yes, I wanted the wolves dead so that no child could ever lose his or her parents because of them, but it wasn't

"Hillary Hunter, if only you know what I've been through, you wouldn't be saying such bullcrap from your mouth. Let me educate you, do you know how I feel everyday seeing you around me... I feel sad and angry. You remind me of your bastard father who changed me to a werewolf and claimed that I was his so-called mate. He deceived me into joining a pack which he lied would be like a family to me. A pack which deceived me in leaving the man I loved and into joining them and then after making me leave everything and everyone I knew as a human being, they dumped me like waste. When yoir father, Anthony Hunter was about to be made Alpha and i, Luna, they lied that there was some mistake in the mat

"You know I didn't call you here to chat." My hands clasped together on my lap, keeping my legs tightly closed as I inhaled deeply. "I figured." "The hunters are in a mess right now,” he said. “Their eyes won’t be with me for now.” I looked him in the eyes. Hunters have been living and blending with the Mafia. They called themselves assassins but in actual they were not, they just blend to hide their true goal. And lately, their scent has become too obvious to the werewolves. So the werewolves finally waved a war against them? As I’m aware, female wolves were their target, probably to stop wolves from reproducing. And as far as I’m concerned. I was the last of those she-wolves. My mom made s