Werewolf Hunters Novels & Stories

I asked. Abuelo looks at me seriously, “Diego really was a bastard and didn’t teach you or your siblings a damn thing.” He growled, but continued. “Hunters for werewolves are very dangerous. They are humans with special abilities to see who are wolves. They have an uncanny amount of strength that rivals our own. They are the worst predators for us because they have special abilities to seek us out and not be detected in the process.” Then Aiden adds, “Hunters are assholes. Even when they say they want to help, they really don’t and backstab everyone. They are definitely not allies.”

This sentiment is quite understandable, as their lineage lacks werewolf genes, unlike the Valentines and the other retired families known as true-blood hunters. These true-blood hunters possess the coveted werewolf genes that set them apart. In contrast, families like The McKnights and the current hunters within the bureau fall into the category of Lesser Hunters. These Lesser Hunters were once fully human but have acquired supernatural abilities, somewhat akin to those of the true-bloods, through the use of Talismans. While they may not match the true-bloods in strength, they still manage to get the job done.

“ I found out a few things that are a bit odd and concerning. It turns out the pack they are registering is called Ash Wood and has many supernaturals not just Werewolves. They also have many Spell-casters, Vampires and even have Hunters in their so called pack!” I jumped up from my chair in a rage, “What? Not only do they not care one bit about letting other supernaturals join them! They even have the fucking audacity to let in Hunters? Those Jerk-Offs are nothing but self righteous murderers! Any supernatural who considers any of their ilk a friend is simply a traitor!” When I had only been two years old my mother had been brutally killed by Hunters from The Order of Orion. It was thanks t

She lost consciousness again and woke up sometime later to the sound of loud screaming. “So, you found her on accident but what were you doing there in the first place?” Noah asked angrily. Lola recognized one of the hunter’s voices that was answering, “Some organization is giving out 10.000-dollar rewards for anyone who can kill a wolf that is twice the size of a normal wolf.”

Immediately, the shots froze in midair and fell to the ground. In unison, Elias, Xander, and the rest of the wolves leaped, changing into their wolf forms together, and started taking down the hunters. Wolves ran into the warehouse, along with some shifters in their human forms. Still invisible, Eve and I started picking off the men in the field one at a time. I flipped one over my shoulder and took away his weapon. He held up his hands and ran toward the warehouse as if a ghost were chasing him, but Eve caught him before he got far, hitting him on the back of the head with her pipe.

Their jobs were to protect their Alpha and Luna and to also help with cake duties. As time went on, the humans started to hunt and kill werewolves for sport. The ones whowere able to get away found frfuge in the deep parts of the forest. The last known sighting was well over a hundred years ago {END OF STORY} Ash has gotten older since then and there have been many changes in her life now. Unfortunately, her grandfather had passed away a few years ago, then this past year she lost her mother to cancer. It's been very hard for her nut she is very lucky to have her life long best friends, Kime and Toni by her side.

With a mixture of apprehension and determination, he stepped out from the shadows, revealing his imposing figure. The hunters recoiled in surprise, their faces contorted with fear and shock. Marcus' presence alone was enough to unsettle them, but he remained calm, his voice resonating through the night air. "Why do you seek to harm those who have done you no wrong? What is it that drives your hatred?" One of the hunters, a burly man with a scarred face, stepped forward, his voice dripping with disdain. "Werewolves are monsters! Abominations that must be eradicated from this land. We're merely doing our duty, protecting innocent people from the likes of you."

Only a rare few things can disrupt this powerful bond—one of them being harm to the wolf within. This is where the Hunters come in. Born out of a need to maintain order and keep evil werewolves in check, Hunters discovered a cruel but effective way to harm us. They use silver arrows, their tips coated with a substance known as wolf poison. On its own, the poison is harmless to humans. But to our kind, it’s lethal. It weakens the wolf inside, cutting off its ability to heal or protect. Without our wolves, we’re just like any other mortal being—fragile and vulnerable.

We mostly talked about our work and childhood, never mentioning anything werewolf related because we are both very much aware that hunters might be able to catch phrases throughout the system. After all, the way they were able to eradicate every pack, they must’ve had knowledge of territories, access to night vision drones, or heat vision footage of dense forests and mountains. As far as we know, the hunters got help from the government and used their technology to find us. They slaughtered any community that lived in forests- didn’t care about the few non-werewolf communes or the groups of homeless people. They bombed every group living in the woods. So, we better be safe with anything we s

I explained. “What kind of dangers?” he questioned. “Rogues and hunters. Rogues are werewolves that went insane. They’ve lost all of their humanity and gained bloodlust for other wolves. While hunters are humans that know of our existence and seek to wipe us away from the face of the earth entirely” I sighed looking down. “Which is worst?” he asked. “Hunters. They can hide in plain sight and cause more pain” I murmured and stopped walking. “Bunnie, are you okay? I’m sorry if I did or said something wrong” he spoke looking at me with worry.