Werewolf Hunters Novels & Stories

I said to Damien. “What was what?” He replied. I recognized that sound, it was a compound silencer. A tool The Academy gave us. It was specifically ingrained not to be able to be picked up by a Vampires super sensitive hearing. A lot of Hunters used them, I even had before.

Moon closed his eyes to block the tears in his eyes from falling. "Kurgi and I were hunted for a couple hundred years before meeting up with Anatashi and her pack. She invited us in with arms wide open. We stayed and life settled down for us. Not too long after, at least for us, maybe a couple centuries later, we started hearing rumors of another wolf foolishly challenging Nature. The Dark Alpha of Sakura," he looked Rex dead in the eyes, not allowing him to look away, he continued speaking,

For Nicholas, the barcode was a blessing in disguise when because of it, all the werewolves were prohibited to do bad things, not just for their kind but for the humans as well. For that same reason, furious and hungry wolves, who love to stain their sharp claws and fangs with drops of blood, especially those ruthless alphas and Lunas have been dormant for years similar to a puppet. And he hasn’t heard any news about those merciless killings, colonization of other packs, and those unreasonable tortures all over the city.

The werewolfs had nothing to win from it. So he began developing his weapons in hopes for the werewolfs to reconsider and know that humans could and would fight back. But even that wasn’t enough to negotiate peace. The weapons were not good enough to fight. That was when he heard of werewolf hunters. They were mysterious humans who fought werewolfs in the shadows. They somehow appeared every time there was a werewolf attack and then they disappeared for a long time to come back again. Richard began looking into them but it was almost impossible to find anything on them. When he almost gave up he got a letter home. An invitation.

"The rogue's scent will attract others. We need to find a hideout." As we stumbled forward, the sound of a gunshot split the air, followed by the unmistakable echo of human voices. "What now?!" I whispered in fear. "Hunters," Steven replied, groaning. I heard him cursing under his breath. Our situation had just gone from dire to catastrophic. Werewolves and hunters had been enemies for centuries, and their presence meant they were tracking the rogue—or, worse, us. Hunters are humans who believe in werewolves. They aim to catch and kill species like Steven.

Even the council elders had never seen anything like this; their stunned expressions matched mine and Father’s. Stepmother’s jaw was also hanging wide. More werewolves gathered around us, and the murmurs spread like wildfire. “Who is this guy? I’ve never heard of an Omega like him in the Alliance.” “I heard he migrated from the Southern Wastelands.” “The Wastelands? That barren dump?” “Who cares? Miss Elara sure lucked out. Even some Golden Lycans can’t afford a display like this.”

Without thinking about his actions he held her hand tight and pulled her to his chest, hugging her tight as she finally cried. “Do- Domi-nic Hale’s grandfather was a hunter.” Skye started while hiccupping and sobbing, whilst clutching onto the Alpha and Hakan felt his whole body freeze and his blood run cold when he heard the words following her sentence, “a Legacy Wolf hunter.”

I had heard his excuses and explanations before, but I still wasn’t buying it. Skeptically, as I hurriedly walk, chasing the light down a long-rounded passage, I ask “I find it hard to believe you, of all people, would risk your life for this quest.” “Believe it or not Hunter, I’m here. I didn’t do this for my own gain.” I scoff at his words. Everything Oliver did was for self-gain. “Scoff all you want; I may be rogue and hated Hunter, but those changelings will follow the Lycan witch without question and they are the best damn trackers I have ever come across. Maybe I’m getting soft in my old age, and I can’t refuse the plea of a little Skinwalker.”

A wolf zoomed past me tackling another hunter and digging its teeth into his neck. I took a quick look around, the wolves were effortlessly taking down the last of the hunters. Zelena was sending two more of them flying through the air in the direction of one of Felix’s traps. The hunter’s bodies bounced along the ground and then disappeared into the hole filled with spikes. I looked back and saw Tobias’s wolf standing over a hunter, his large paw was pinning him down. It was the man that was watching Zelena, the one in charge. I quickly ran over to them,

In some discussions, he could order his beta to go, but today, it was different. "Fucking hunters," he cursed under his breath. He wanted to see his mate’s face and tease her, but he couldn’t. "Let's go," he said grumpily. The four of them got in the car and drove to Winter's. Winter's pack was one of their allies, and the meeting was all about the human hunters. In this age, they still exist. They're the ones who knew about the existence of werewolves, vampires, and other creatures. The sentinels spotted them on the border, and two wolves disappeared. Their suspicion was they were kidnapped and killed by the hunters.