Wolf Slayer Novels & Stories

as he quickly stepped back raising his hands in defense. “I didn't get to change you myself, although I wanted to but I had the pack nurse do it I promise.” “What did you mean by you have warriors chasing after them?” Zayn exhaled, running a hand through his hair. “This might be hard to understand for now, but… I am a wolf, the alpha of the Shadowcrest pack and you my dear are my fated mate. I have waited my whole life for you.” He paused, his eyes scanning my face for any sign of understanding.

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“First I’m a rabid wolf and now a savage beast. Is that how you plan on doing it? You’re just going to insult me to death?” “Not her, foolish human.” The god shook his head, messing up that perfect ebony hair of his. “I’m talking about him.” Even I had the sense to scoot back as a massive wolf sauntered in through the open doorway. Its fur was the color of fresh snow, made brighter by his eyes which were of the deepest, darkest blue. Its tongue flicked out to lick its muzzle. All the while it stalked Duncan with murderous intent. I might’ve felt bad for the guy if he wasn’t a raging, misogynistic prick.

It wasn't until its face appeared under a light, that she saw eerie red eyes and sharp, glistening teeth, and realized what was happening. Her body immediately froze and time slowed down. A child's scream echoed through her head, yelling out her name in anguish. Movements and flashes engulfed her vision and her heart jumped to her throat; she couldn't breathe. All of a sudden, she was shoved aside, looking at Victor, she saw him mouth 'I'm sorry'. In the next moment, he tossed his glasses and jacket aside, took off into the park at top speed, and hit the ground on all fours just before shifting. It felt like a dream. Everything was blurred around her; noises were low and muffled like the vo

Her call is an echo on the wind, a summons to battle that cannot be ignored. Beside her appears a pair of wolves, Aoron and Eta. They connect with the werewolves, seeking compatible partners amidst the pack. Together, they unleash a powerful howl and charge towards the Drider. They attack from all directions, their claws and teeth deadly weapons that tear and rend. Gradually, they manage to break all the Drider's legs, incapacitating it.

I think she didn’t know the humor about me because she recklessly continues to run meeting my incoming move. Her eyes are oozing with excitement as she’s so proud to attack me. When I am in my calculated distance, I throw my sterling daggers straight to her forehead that shocked her up. The silver dagger being buried almost half of its size. As she was trying to get the dagger out of her system. The black rune changes into a clear crystal, as I saw how her forehead melts due to the wolf's bane mixture I experimented with. My dagger contains my H1N1 Wolfs Bane and Venom making the rune turns black. It will only activate as it quickly hits the body of the Werewolf. “Awooooo….Awooooooo” I curse

Biting back the urge to tell the truth, that he didn’t have a father, he instead growled, “Axel Hale, the traitor of Mcshane.” His heart hammered, praying that these wolves who were clearly not only foreign to Mchane but to the United States entirely would have no clue as to who Axel Hale actually was. Hopefully, to them, his name was that, just a name. The man’s green eyes seemed to darken as he scrutinized Snarl. Then in an instant, he nodded his head and the werewolves at either side of him made their first attack. Snarl bit back the urge to tip back his head and howl in pain as they raked their claws down his

“Lovesick!” We shifted. Slade and Hunter, Jax’s massive gray wolf, burst from the tree line with silent, lethal grace. Their paws struck the earth like thunder muffled in velvet, muscles coiled and released in perfect sync with the terrain. Slade was magnificent, his form elegant and unburdened, no longer forced to brace against the barrage of Eluna’s volatile wolf. The sudden hush in his mind was more than relief, it was a sacred stillness that cracked open his need for a run, to burn through the world before it closed in again.

The little she-wolf threatens us as she holds back her tears. “And if we don’t help you?” All our eyes snap at the one person who has the heart to ask this kind of question to a child who is already on the verge of crying: Reagan. “We will let everyone know that the Gypsy Wolf and the Demon Wolf can heal. That’s going to be chaos. Every Wolf Blood needing to be cured will be after them. The Demon Wolf is near your territory. The Gypsy Wolf is a constant visitor here. Wolf Bloods will be flocking your area in no time.” Skyler shoots us like a cannon, not stopping until she lays it all on us.

He snapped bitterly, staring intensely into my eyes. “What rogue?” I questioned suspiciously at his blameful accusations. “Did you ever hear of Slayer?” I shook my head and gulped by the intimidating way his eyes flashed a murky white and the ferociousness in his tone. “He was the worst of them all. A lone wolf that only lived and killed for himself. He’d slaughter anything he set his eyes on, he’d tear them apart and devour them, leaving nothing but just a few bones he chose not to use to sharpen his teeth on! He’d wait and watch alpha clans, calculating his way in, sneaking around for a weak spot in the night, so that he could pick his prey and disappear. Even rogue packs would hide in fea