Werewolf Hunters Novels & Stories

It's the 'How', that changed the world; A werewolf cub had been captured, by fanatics calling themselves The Supernatural Police: Venerers, they were later re-named as. Originally a hunter class comprising of men and women that were biased and fundamentally factions of hate crime suspects. These hunters had released a live telecast of a public execution attempt on a five-year-old, after torturing him, to pull out his unique gift to turn into a wolf.

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.

Hunter. She was a hunter! I had developed some kind of insane obsession with a hunter! This time I was sure to find myself in a fate of death. The question, however, was who was she? A friend of theirs? A cousin maybe? I hoped that she was not a close relative of theirs or else this obsession would become a whole lot more complicated. A vampire and hunter having a more than platonic relationship was not only illegal, but suicide.

Werewolves are a bit more acceptable than Shadow Hunters. XXX

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.”