Wolf Slayer Novels & Stories

“I didn’t know.” “Know that you brought a bigoted murderess to our door?” Magnus spat at her. “I didn’t know.” She said softly and hung her head. “I think we are done with witch mentoring.” He took off his clothes and burst into his wolf. The giant black wolf with a white stripe on his chest bounded towards me, yipping. He sailed over me at the last moment, turning in play. My wolf engaged and began to run towards the back of the property. A run was exactly what I needed. The wicked witch was dead by her own dark magic. Dark magic that tried to kill me. The monsters that hide in plain sight are the scariest.

“Retreat! We will be annihilated if we fight here!” “Stay away from the werewolf!” “Run!” He was like a sly fox out on a hunt, a snake spreading its poison to which unlucky enemy he finds, and a hawk with the advantage of a bird’s eye view and accurate, sharp claw slashes that never misses any flesh. As time stretched, his power only seemed to grow, consistently on a linear upward path as he fueled it with human sacrifice. Everybody knew he was a ‘little’ twisted, after all.

The Solar Eclipse Pack was a small pack that consisted of about 500 wolves and 100 of them were warriors. they were located in the rural parts of Virginia, more specific closer to Marion, Virginia. They have been fighting other packs around them for months,because they were the smallest pack of the packs around them. Those fight were more for territory over anything else. The strongest of any of the packs around them was the Blood Lust pack. All they cared about was power and territory.

I sniffled. “Thank me when we reach the other side. We're not free yet.” As if to accent his point, the ancient tree beneath us squealed like shifting ice and the center bowes. Skye stumbled and swore softly. Over his shoulder, I could see just how perilously close the wolves from the Shaded Paws Pack were to locking their slavering jaws on our heels. “Look out!” A squeal left me as the wolf closest to our position leaped. In a blinding series of movements, Skye placed me on my feet, whirled around to catch the attacker by the throat, and slammed him down onto the surface of the bridge.

“Well, that’s kind of where we are with the f*cking Lichtwolves. Everyone thinks they’re the heroes, the good guys, the saviors, because they’re light and we’re dark. But if you ask me, they’re f*cking Louis the Sixteenth, and we’re the proletarian. They’re the bourgeoise who wants to keep their boot on our necks while everyone continues to think that just because we happen to be named Dark Wolves or Night Wolves we are inherently evil. We didn’t kill your mom, Everly. You know that now. We’re not bad. And you can’t trust them.” She listened to what he had to say, but she had no reason not to trust Jack and his pack either. But then… she also had no reason not to trust Slate. Rider, on the o

The witches picked me to be the one who would be able to bring down the werewolf prince, and that is my job and the reason I'm here. I had been taught by Lake Huran since I was a child in all combat skills as well as how to murder and assassinate a werewolf specifically for this job. I had also participated in conflicts between werewolves and vampires, and was dubbed "The Alpha Slayer" by my fellow werewolves since I was responsible for the deaths of hundreds of werewolf Alphas, who were notoriously tough to kill. So I was a werewolf hunter trained by a Vampire princess, and I was on a mission to assassinate the werewolf prince.

The handsome and innocent looking young boy had turned to a fiery beast whose chains had been cut by its own fire. " Derek! Wait!" The boy turned to the lady with eyes that still recognized no one. To him, every single person there was a traitor. " You killed my mother!!!" He attacked the woman with a strength that a boy could not have possibly possessed. In a matter of moments, two older wolves, a man and a woman who was the healer he had called, were lying on the ground. Both were draining towards unconsciousness. While still standing there, he felt his fire being watered down. His eyes had turned from the crystal gold of his beta form to his normal bodily eyes. His claws withdrew and he r

I focus a bit more and notice that one of the wolves is Sylas; he has to be fighting Laslo. Sylas is a huge gray wolf, bigger than Laslo’s white wolf. Laslo’s wolf is swiping at Sylas, and his claws connect here and there. Sylas twists his body and kicks Laslo’s wolf, sending it flying into a tree. Laslo’s wolf lays at the base of the tree, sprawled out. Sylas marches to the tree base and hovers over Laslo’s wolf, snarling and biting. His jaw reaches over and grabs at the white wolf’s neck.

Its form elongated, becoming something between beast and man. When it finally stilled, the creature towered over me. Its red eyes burned brighter, drilling into my soul. My throat went dry. "Who… what are you?" I stammered. The creature tilted its head slightly, then growled. But the sound didn’t reach my ears—it resonated within my mind, dark and thunderous. "I am Slayer, your wolf," it declared, the voice reverberating through my thoughts. "But I do not think you are a worthy companion."

Solomon tries to mind-link but is refused by Evan. "It would appear that she doesn’t have an inner wolf. And her scent filled with a wolf smell. Did you shift on the full noon? Christa." Evan turns his face and stares at her beautiful face. Christa was not going to tell them about the reborn. The moon goddess gave her another chance so she could seek vengeance. Being a werewolf might be a price she needs to pay. A victory was purchased at too great a price. "I know something is wrong with me. Can we just leave it to be? It doesn’t matter how I become a she-wolf right now. I need to tell you what is going on in the secret facility we went to yesterday." Christa squawks.