Werewolf Hunters Novels & Stories

He let out a breath and said, “This goes back over twenty years ago. I was home from college during the summer between my junior and senior year, and we all threw a huge lake party one night when a bunch of people had just gotten back from school. It was actually a great party, and this was before they patrolled that area so heavily. Anyway, we were all under the influence, and not paying attention to our surroundings, when an attack came in from the woods. A group of hunters had figured out what we were.” “Hunters?” I asked. “I didn’t think hunters existed anymore.” “They’re not common anymore since we know to hide what we are from humans now, and fortunately for us, humans who believe in w

As soon as beth was out of listening distance Clara spoke out "What were you doing there?! Do you know how much danger you put yourself in?!" "Says the one fighting monsters! Why were you fighting a talking dog!" Jason said remembering immediately what had transpired. "That's none of your business... Well it wasn't your business until you put yourself into it!" Clara yelled again. "Huh? What do you mean?" Jason said confused. "I'm a werewolf hunter AKA a Shepherd, and you just got bit by an Alpha werewolf, I believe you can put the rest together" Clara explained her expression of annoyance not leaving her face.

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 with him, and he was fighting in a blur with a dozen mercenaries or hunters at the same time. Hunters, maybe, he thought.

“This path is perilous, Elara. The Ironfangs are not the only danger. Human hunters roam these lands, their traps and their silvered blades a constant threat.” Elara nodded, her gaze distant. She knew the stories. Hunters, known as ‘Shade Stalkers,’ who hunted supernatural creatures for sport, for profit, or simply out of fear. They were cunning, ruthless, and often employed technologies and tactics that even the most powerful werewolves struggled to counter. The thought of them, of their cruel efficiency, sent a shiver down her spine. “We must be more cautious,” she said, her voice barely a whisper. “We cannot afford to be caught unawares.”

Her heart was hammering. The clearing was empty. Trees surrounding them. Shadows everywhere despite it being midday. Then the shadows moved. Wolves stepped out. Six of them. Huge. Bigger than normal wolves. Their eyes sparkled in the faint light, and their fur was dark, nearly black. Aria felt her blood chill. "What are those?" "Blood Hunters." Lyra's voice was tight. "Wolves corrupted by dark magic. They track power. Feed on it." The lead wolf shifted. Bones cracking. Skin stretching. Stood up as a man. Tall. Scarred. Covered in symbols that looked carved into his flesh.

He let out a boisterous laugh, placing a hand over his chest as it bobbed vigorously. “Ok, Kaia. Let’s see what you’re made of.” ***Julian If someone had told me I’d be hunting alongside a large predatorial wolf who tracked the woods faster than I could blink, I would have laughed in their face. She was incredible... fast as she was lethal. Before I knew it, the wolf pounced on a young buck and let out a howl for my attention. Sharpened canines dug into the poor animal’s throat as it thrashed around, letting the blood pour out. The wolf was unfazed as it clenched its jaw, holding a firm grip. Slowly, the legs stopped kicking. And then only a few last twitches before the animal’s eyes glassed

Our pack are all good fighters, even the pups, but the attackers have the ferocity of the desperate. I can see the collars they wear, and my suspicion is confirmed when a cry of “Hunters!” goes up from the East side. Hunters are human, but they know about werewolves and they hate us. The collared werewolves fighting for them will be captured rogues, made into their slaves through their twisted science. Hunters know our weaknesses, and use them against us- silver, mainly, fashioned into weapons.

[Dwolo Eyes - 2019, 01 April] Suspicious of an amateur journalist. Had followed some humans who he thought were vampires and wolf-shifters. One or two are actually them. Many take photos with very clear and good results. One photo shows a vampire on the edge of the forest, sucking the blood of a pig. It is too much evidence. Forced to erase some of his memory using Emergency-Hipno, and cover up the anomaly with a car accident. In the case of the shifters, it has been reported to the relevant people. Check, peruse, and double check. Everything has settled. [Tael Eyes - 2019, 01 August]

He looked back at me once, as if to make sure I was safe, before charging toward the sound of the gunfire. I crouched low behind the tree, my hands fidgeting. The forest turned chaotic. I could hear Elijah's growls, deep and menacing, mixed with the terrified screams of the hunters. I couldn't see much, but I could hear the thuds of bodies hitting the ground and the crunch of bones. "Fuckin werewolves" one of the hunters shouted. " You won't leave here alive" His only response was a low, guttural snarl. I pee5kod out from behind the tree and saw him loop through the air, his claws slashing through one of the hunters. The man fell with a scream. blood spraying across the leaves

Roger gets out of the ring and walks out of the building. Jason is sitting in his living room drinking his morning coffee, his weapon case is open in front of him on the coffee table. In the case is his crossbow and the quiver of silver arrows, there is also a dagger with a serrated edge. Jason picks up the crossbow and aims it at the TV across the room, he thinks to himself " This world is not as black and white as uncle Ivan has made it out to be. There are unnatural out there who are just living their lives hiding in plain sight and they are not a threat to anyone. Are there hunters out there killing innocent people, because of who they are? I need to speak to uncle Ivan." Jason takes out