Wolf Slayer Novels & Stories

And the friend who we now call the enemy. Slone. A new warlock.

She read a considerable amount of it, and she finally reached a point where it made sense. We looked at each other as I switched off the lights. “Come here.” I whispered. She dropped the book, and walked gently into the kitchen. I carried her and placed her on the kitchen counter. She chuckled, holding my shoulders for support. I kissed her before pushing the plate of pancakes to her. “So, the demon wolves have factions.” Scarlett said, as if regurgitating the information she had just consumed. “Apparently.” I followed, taking a bite of the snack. “The Slayer faction, and the Arch faction. The Slayer faction deals with all the brutal work, while the Arch faction are the architects of doom ,

He stood in front of that girl who was crying with a dagger in her hand, holding it tightly, as if she was sheltering in it She had long chestnut hair and blue eyes, with white and smooth skin with some redness Perhaps because of her crying, she looked at him silently, "You are a werewolf!!" She whispered in a hoarse voice that stirred his feelings He gave her a very calm look, then sighed deeply and said, "You're my friend." Damn it, she's a vampire, while they're in a great war among themselves who finds his mate and what? She's his enemy...maybe.

It was the respect of the predator for a more efficient killer. Victor stood tall, the weight of the moment finally allowing his human heart to steady. He looked toward the mountain, where the staircase led down to the High Humans. He wasn't a wolf anymore. He was something much more dangerous. He was a Slayer.

We forge documents, I grow my hair like hippies, and you, on the contrary, shave it off. - What-o-o? - I already choked on the air, coughed, - Damn you, Lyoshka! - No, - he jumped up and dodged my hand, but it's a pity that his bad head just wanted to crack, - Damn it with people, werewolves have naraki. - What's the difference! - she jumped up, opened and immediately closed her mouth, realizing that he was taking the conversation in the other direction. - Maximum until mid-spring.

I said carefully, and the man’s olive-skinned face broke into an amused smile. “That’s funny, neither do I.” He whispered and the hard edge in his voice told me he wasn't a wolf to be messed with. I had heard tales of Markov the Slayer. A white-haired wolf with the power to wield silver swords and not take any damage himself. A feat that exhausted even the great Fedora. There was no doubt that we would need him out there on the field seeing as the elders had refused to give us more soldiers. “To war and bloodshed then,” My smile was full of teethstopping just short of my cold, hard eyes before I snatched a goblet from the outstretched tray of a servant, raising it in the air as the wolves su

Dark Wolf is a large pack, and I am impressed by Slade’s contribution to its development. The alpha position of the pack has been in his bloodline since its inception almost a century ago. While the pack didn’t thrive in its early days, things only slightly improved during Elvis Slade’s reign (Hayden’s father) and took a drastic turn when Hayden Slade took over from his father six years ago. There were records of the many battles he won, the lands he acquired, and the packs he merged to become Dark wolf barely four years into his reign. The pack grew from four hundred and twenty-six werewolves to three thousand seven hundred and fifty wolves in four years, beating the record for time immemor

The Kuma-wani water dragon hunched over Griffin’s body, wary as any predator. The relentless winds swept the land and sometimes howled like angry spirits. They were enough to send frightened children under their blankets and push ordinary trekkers to the ground. But Temujin wasn’t ordinary. He was a Slayer.

But the pleasure that he receives from what is happening forced him to look at it differently. All this time, Elyan kept the monster inside him. In human form, the guy still copes with the desires and needs of the beast, but in wolf form, instincts take over. Therefore, he prefers not to reincarnate. The Slayer redirects his anger into killing his kind to balance the cruelty and the good in himself. Helping, he puts the predator to sleep, finds the strength to suppress it. It turns out that he is fighting not only with enemies, but also with himself.

My howls turned more agonizing as I went into a bad place. And then, miraculously, the wolf stopped as his entire body came crashing down on top of me. I yelped from the impact of a grown man’s full weight hitting my body. Once I recovered, I opened my eyes to see Alex holding an entire bloodied vertebral column with his claws, clearly ripped from the wolf’s body. I instantly pushed the dead man off me and sprinted away as Alex threw the vertebrae away and held off the other three wolves, one of whom looked like he wouldn’t get too far as a bloody puddle formed under him and he eventually turned human, dropping to the ground.