Werewolf Hunters Mga Nobela at Kwento

Screaming at the hunters coming toward him with bows and swords. To only hear a voice that made everyone go still. "Stop" Just one command and all the hunters bow down. And that's when Volkan's grey eyes met the dark black ones of the man behind everything. Daniel Black The leader of Hunters stood in front of him. His face emotionless, not caring of the bloodshed of the innocents he just committed in name of ending the werewolf specie, which according to the humans were heartless beasts that are to be eliminated at all cost.

she said. It was strange that she wasn't hating me or making rude remarks like other hunters, and by hunters I meant only one hunter in particular- Katerina Drackon. Well it was strange to see hunters and vampires acting so normal around each other in here, period. Weren't we supposed to despise one another? Before I could answer that, the deep voice boomed once again. "And in this corner, the young vampire hunter, Dylan Connors!" If it was possible, people seemed to be louder than ever.

He threw his head back and released a sonic boom of a laugh that had me damn near jumping into Azrael’s arms. “They like the names you’ve chosen for them, she-wolf. Though, Ember insists he does not have attitude problems.” I narrowed my eyes at the horse because he definitely had attitude problems. As Kasar and Azrael began to talk about Adira’s Forest, I tuned in to listen. “We’re losing miles each month. The creatures are fleeing their homes by the dozen. I’ve recruited Adira and her Huntresses help in relocating them, but even she does not know what is devouring her woods.”

his voice broke off and I start to feel a cold chill down my spine. “What! Hunters?” but I didn’t get a response. The line was breaking, I was losing connection “How many ?” I probed. He was trying to say something but it was hard to make any sense of what he was saying. Sapphire didn’t just join forces with enemy packs, she gathered werewolf hunters to take down Dark Wolf. It explained why there were so many Silver bullets. Werewolf hunters are humans who are trained to take down werewolves. They have dedicated their lives to permanently destroying and eradicating the werewolf species. To hunters, werewolves are nothing but ani

"Tell me, Lady Whitmore, what do you know of the hunters?" The word feels like a blow to the stomach. Hunters. Humans who have discovered that we exist, who believe all supernatural beings are monsters that need to be eliminated. "I know they're out there," I say cautiously. "I know they've been targeting solitary werewolves and vampires on the outer borders. What does that have to do with today's mediation?" Blackstone's laugh is bitter. "Mediation. Is that what you call it when you use your powers to bend other races to your will?"

Silver moonlight pierced through the ancient oaks of Hampstead Heath, casting long shadows across my face as I tracked the hunters' movements. My newfound werewolf senses picked up their acrid scent - gun oil and silver, a deadly combination that made my stomach churn. Three months ago, I'd been nothing more than a corporate executive nursing a broken heart. Now, I stood at the edge of a centuries-old clearing, helping coordinate the defense of a werewolf pack against trained killers.

I sighed, and she looked up at me again. Those brown eyes, man. Those beautiful brown eyes. They were filled with pains beyond anything I could imagine. I retreated and Khalid came downstairs just as I was about to walk back into the cubicle. “Alpha, there's trouble.” He said, and my eyes widened. “What's the problem?” I asked, and Khalid shook his head to signify that it was worse than I could imagine. “There were sightings of hunters. Werewolf hunters. And they're getting closer to us.” He said, and I swallowed hard.

INTRODUCTION My name is Kacela. I am twenty-one years old, and I am a werewolf hunter. And I have a secret. I am a werewolf. I was raised in a family of werewolf hunters. My father, mother and older brother are all werewolf hunters, and I made my first kill when I was twelve years old. I am trained in weaponry and hand to hand combat as well as other skills that I use in the field, like tracking. I’m also exceptionally good at finding werewolves who don’t want to be found using a variety of techniques, but mostly common sense and computer skills. It’s a family business and it keeps us well employed and financially stable.

A heartstealer, who had been nervously watching them from a distance the whole time, walked towards Cleopatra as soon as he confirmed that Hezell had become powerless to relay a troubling news. “Miss Cleopatra, Werewolf Hunters have turned against and are slaughtering every werewolf they come across in the human city.”

Drake connects another attack but I react faster. I leap upwards and dive downwards with numerous claw slash to his skin. His two legged beat screams and stagger backwards as the slashes heal. We take another stance for another attack but nearby painful screams and growl from werewolves earn our attention. "We're under attack from hunter's!" Numerous werewolves scream and rush towards our direction. I look forward and not so far from us are hunter's attired in all black and we'll equipped with silver bows, guns, swords and arrows.