Werewolf Hunters Novels & Stories

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

Everyone hisses after about ten hunters appeared bringing different types of deadly weapons. “You are right about that, Clark.” John Doe breathed out. “What are you doing, John Doe?” I breathed out. John Doe grinned at me. He stretched his arm to his back and pulled his crossbow and loaded it with some arrows. “It’s nice to see you too, Clark. We meet again. We are here to hunt those who hunt us.” “What are you talking about? We didn’t do anything to you and your group?” Laura hissed. All of the werewolves kept growling and hissing, trying to hound John Doe and his accomplice but they seems enjoying the moment.

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]

she shouted over the chaos. "Let's hope it ends better than Moscow!" We'd lost half our unit in Moscow. But I couldn't think about that now. Jaxon's wolf pack crashed through the right side like a living avalanche. Five massive wolves, all teeth and fury, tearing into the hunters with savage efficiency. Jaxon himself was the largest, his gray fur streaked with white. He caught a hunter by the arm and threw him across the room with enough force to crack the wall. Ronan stayed back, pulling what looked like glowing orbs from his bag. Dr. Thorne's supernatural artifacts. He threw one at a cluster of hunters and it exploded in a burst of blinding light. When the light faded, the hunters were unc

Daemon had never seen him like this before, and he could tell there was more to this whole hunter thing than what he was thinking. "If Grimshaw was chaos son, then the hunters are chaos makers," he said and made to turn away. "That does not make any sense," Daemon said to him "Trust me, boy. Think about it this way then, the hunters are a group of people seeking the total annihilation of the entire werewolf race," he said "What?" Daemon breathed "Yes. They are worse than a hundred Grimshaws put together in one place." Waylan added. Trust him never to keep hidden his presence.