Wolf Slayer Novels & Stories

And the hand-drawn pictures showed magnificent animals, sometimes poised on a rock in the moonlight, other times racing through woods. The first chapters of the book were devoted to the history of shifters and the explanation of the Slavic term for them, vlkodlak. Now why did that suddenly sound familiar to her? Of course! Her neighbor, Mike Volka. He'd said his ancestry was Slavic. Was that the reason for his interest in werewolves? She needed to get the book out again and get back into it. She replaced what she called her library clothes with sweats and a long-sleeved tee shirt, leaving off her bra, a treat she gave herself in the privacy of her own home. Then she fed Mischief, fixed herse

he replied "Can't we device a means to kill them? I mean..they know how to defeat us even on the full moon." Axel sighed "Nina..the thing is we're yet to face the most powerful of them.He's the main cause of this war.His mother was a werewolf.She married a vampire,a forbidden act.She was killed along with the vampire.They had him before that though." "So you can imagine.He's a half werewolf.He knows our every weaknesses.Probably the one who gave away the tactic of defeating us even on the full moon"

I heard Bazaar. I then know what the dark smoke was. It was wolfbane the substance they discovered to kill and weaken a wolf. The wolfsbane was now causing me difficulty breathing. My eyes run water and my vision became blurry still I didn't close my eyes. My eyes remained half-opened until I saw the dark dust that surrounded us slowly disappeared. When it did everyone within the wall was lying on the floor still and scared. It was not easy seeing them since my vision was still a bit blurry, but there was one image I could see clearly, and that was a white large werewolf that appears to be a she-wolf lying on the ground with a knife in its heart, covered in bright red blood. Bazaar walked ov

Mom, Dad she called out slowly to them moving close in their direction. By the time she found them they had already transformed into werewolves it's wasn't easy, controlling them as wolves, to make them go under the basement, she tried all she could but failed then she said to them, "I don't care how aggressive you are towards me, you know you can't hurt me because I am also a young wolf, just like you are a werewolf from one pack, I can control you, as been a young she-wolf, I will do anything to make sure you don't cause any harm to others."

I kept looking but there was nothing that was important and I was starting to get angry because I wanted to get rid of this connection with Antton so he can't keep manipulating me, but I wanted to do it without him noticing. I had discarded one as it looked more like a journal than a history book with information, I didn't even know I brought it with me, but I had nothing else to do so I decided to take a look at it, every time I read it catches my attention more because it has the about strange things like slaves. "When a draugrs takes a slave, it feeds on them for a while and when their blood no longer tastes sweet, it gets rid of them." I googled the synonym for "draugrs" it means vampire

This was because of a wolf tried to attack her one time, though she never mentions the reason to Sylar. Colsin: A teenage werewolf with black hair and golden eyes. He's kind of childish when it comes to hunts and really enjoys them, getting excited at the idea of chase. He helped Sylar get to town to find Amelia and doesn't mind helping others do things. He's a great protector and doesn't seem to mind vampires or other supernatural creatures but hates the idea of getting in trouble with his master and his alpha. If he thinks he could get in serious trouble, he refuses to do it. His wolf form is a medium sized black wolf with golden eyes. He was born a werewolf but his parents were turned, an

“Wish for what remains of the Chernoye Nebo Pack to perish within the next hour.” Sasha’s hands shook violently as the stone’s energy seeped into his skin. His face twisted, his lips parted, horror dawned on his face. But he still choked the words out as commanded. The stone glowed red. And before he could react, before he could even begin to beg for his life, I shifted into my wolf form and drove my claws into his chest, curling them around his still-beating heart. His body jerked. A choked gasp escaped him. Then I ripped.

BLAKE Alpha Antoine’s and my troops appeared, sprinting to congregate. Suddenly darts began raining on us. They were fighting dirty. It was also completely reckless. Part of the reason werewolves didn’t use weapons was the risk for friendly fire was too high. Unless you were close enough to someone to smell the pack they were from, it was close to impossible to differentiate between friend and enemy, with the coloring of a wolf’s fur almost never being indicative of the pack they were from. Before I could fully process the situation, sharp flashes of pain pulsed through my body, one after another. My pack members were falling. Fucking cowards couldn’t even fight us the right way. I took the

Blood stained the clearing, a crimson proof of the fight for survival. Draven, a whirlwind of silver fur and sharp teeth, moved like a predator, each strike a testament to his honed skills, each growl a chilling reminder of his might. He cut through the enemy ranks, a beacon of hope for the Howling Wind pack, a storm of fury against the darkness. Asher, a loyal wolf, moved with the grace of a panther, his eyes never leaving his target. He fought with the precision of an expert, his claws a blur of deadly accuracy.

The wolf lunged forward, sidestepping his attack, and with a swift motion, I sliced down its chest. A whimper of pain left his mouth. Ripping him backward by his hind legs as he tries to escape. He reverted to his human form, his hands raised and surrendering. “WHAT PACK ARE YOU FROM?” I demanded, my voice laced with authority. Through the coughs of blood, he managed to utter, “Slasher Pack.” With a quick toss, I let him fall to the ground, only to be blindsided by a larger wolf. This new opponent was more of a challenge than the previous one. It had the aura of a high-ranking wolf. The new wolf nudged his fallen comrade on the ground.