Werewolf Hunters Novels & Stories

“He’s kind of busy, so it’s only the two of us.” He was glad that Zeev at least let him come. After what happened during his first hunt with them, he wanted to somehow help the hunters in any way he can. So, when he heard the werewolves talk about the wolfsbane supply running out, he also proposed collecting them for the team. So, there they are, running on the long road away from Tilbury.

Some called them demons and others shifting shadows, but they were known to the world as werewolves. Since the wolves were such a menace to the town, the citizens of Banglador had developed a solution which allowed the people to sleep in relative comfort. They had formed an elite fighting force known as the Hunters, and every night these hunters would go out into the forest with guns on horses with armor to defend the city and its people. The Hunters tracked the werewolves to disrupt their hunts with the intention that they might rescue their prey and put an end to the furry menace. One such Hunter was Lunus Reens, daughter of Chief Hunter Eccord Reens. Her father had been a hunter all his l

The whispers among the wolves grew louder, tales of disappearances and strange occurrences reaching Amelia's ears. One evening, as the pack gathered around the campfire, a wounded wolf stumbled into their midst. The wolf's fur was matted with blood, and fear flickered in its eyes. Amelia rushed to its side, her heart pounding. "What happened? Who did this to you?" she demanded. The wounded wolf gasped for breath, struggling to speak. "The Hunters... They're coming. They seek to eradicate all werewolves... It's a trap." Amelia's blood ran cold. The Hunters. The ancient order of humans who despised and hunted werewolves. They were relentless, driven by their conviction to eliminate what they s

Serena immediately rushed out and closed the door. Maybe Ryan also knew I was mad, so he didn't dare to moan. I opened the file cabinet, searching for the file about the hunters. Humans and werewolves are constantly quietly gathering information from each other. To obtain useful information, each side has to pay a hefty price. The file was tucked away in the corner of the cabinet; the thick dust showed it had been abandoned for a long time. Hunters weren't allowed to enter werewolf territory, so werewolves didn't seem to care about them either. Only when needed do they rummage through the material to find out?

Leslie groaned awake as Tara and Zak dragged a table across the shattered window and braced it with chairs. “Tom? You can’t be out of bed,” Leslie said, pushing up on her elbows. “Jakey, what’s happening? What are those animals?” “Werewolves,” Jake said, eyes not leaving the hall. “They’re real.” Tara peeled a slat of the front blinds. “They’re everywhere,” she whispered. “Sniffing. Hunting.” Zak joined her, jaw tight. “Can we make the car?” She checked—froze. “They’re ripping the W.R.X. to pieces.”

Henry growled, his eyes flashing with fury as he shifted into his werewolf form. "Sia, now!" he roared, launching himself at the nearest hunter. His claws tore through flesh and bone, his rage fueled by the sight of his injured mate. Sia joined the fray, her movements a blur of fury and strength. She fought with everything she had, her claws and teeth ripping through the hunters' defenses. But the humans were prepared, their weapons designed to combat werewolves. Despite their ferocity, the sheer number of hunters began to overwhelm them. Henry fought valiantly, his mind focused on getting Elizabeth to safety. But a well-aimed silver bullet struck him in the side, sending him crashing to the

My guards had spotted them and one pointed them out to me. “Hunters,” Ellemea stated. “Be cautious.” Hunters were similar to my vampire guards. They were werewolves employed by the Alpha, sworn to protect the werewolf territory from external aggression. They basically shot anyone on sight if they weren’t one of their own, vampires being their main target. Since vampires were a wolf’s natural enemy, they always carried with them a white oak dagger- at least from what I remember. That was all the more reason why we needed to be careful.

If we ever had some hunters poking into our stuff, then the elders would sometimes assign someone to look into them. "And hunters are people who try to kill werewolves, right?" I ask. "Yeah" Archie whispers to me, gripping my hand in his and I can truly feel his anger by how hard he's holding it. Robert sighs, leaning back against the couch as his face looks even guiltier than before.

They were too great in numbers. The loud chattering of the curious crowd became silent as we saw our leader Bazaar Wharr accompanied by 7 of his strongest werewolf hunters. Werewolf hunters were the ones who search for werewolves and capture them so we can learn about their weaknesses. Over the years they have managed to find one weakness of them and that was metal or the piece of iron I saw within the werewolf boy I foolishly saved years ago. It can weaken and kill them if aimed at the right spot of their body. All eyes gazed upon Bazaar a 40-year-old white hair and dark eye man. He was in his armour with his sharp sword at his