Wolf Slayer Novels & Stories

Then another. Within only a few minutes, Slade had an entire pile of dead witches, in a heap, right beside the pile of dead werewolves. Slade was on a rampage. This was his revenge. He lunged towards the Brotherhood of Breeders. They stood frozen, eyeing him with fear, their hands cupped over their private parts. Slade lowered his head and sniffed one of their legs. He had pissed himself, probably out of fear. Slade sniffed all the way up his body, until his nose was just inches with the man’s face.

A rustle of snow. A shadow moved. Then— A lone wolf stepped out of the darkness. Massive. Black fur. Eyes glowing silver. Rylan stiffened instantly. “Not possible.” Kade swore. “That can’t be—” Lyra’s heartbeat tripped. The wolf lowered its head… in a bow. “What is that?” she whispered. Rylan’s voice was barely human. “A sentinel.” Lyra’s breath caught. Sentinels were ancient wolves said to serve only one bloodline—one house. A house believed extinct.

Daughter of the werewolf king Volkan Knight and the summoner of death Thora Valentine. . . . . . Stay tuned! Book 1 To be continued. More chapters to go.......

They were well dressed but not uncomfortably so. The werewolf was much taller than any she-wolf Chloe had ever seen. Chloe was instantly reminded of the tales of Amazonian warriors who were regarded for their beauty, strength and combat abilities. There was nothing but muscle on this female and yet she was beautiful with her eyes and thick long hair the same colour black of espresso coffee. Bronze skin peeked out from under the black uniform she was wearing that hugged her trim figure like a second skin. Chloe could tell this she-wolf was not to be messed with and yet her luscious lips were tilted into a friendly smile that even the coldest of hearts couldn’t resist. It took a few moments to

Gun shots rippled through the air but nothing was enough to snap me out of the daze that I was already in. I had given my virginity to the Wolf Slayer. As their bodies dropped to the floor, his eyes settled on me as if giving me a silent warning. “For those of you left, I pray for your own sake that you are safe. If I check and find out that you disobeyed me, I will make you wish for something worse than death.” The amount of blood that was racing to my head almost made me pass out. It was said that the Wolf Slayer had great sense of smell and that he could smell wolves from a mile away which meant he could also smell my bullshi

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.

Silas's crimson eyes surveyed the scene, searching for Chassy amidst the chaos of the battlefield. When his gaze finally landed on her, a surge of relief washed over him. Chassy, a formidable force of nature, fought with a ferocity that belied her Lycan nature. Her silver fur glistened in the moonlight, a testament to the strength she drew from the lunar goddess. Silas joined the fray, his movements a symphony of lethal precision. Vampires, sensing the arrival of another formidable opponent, redirected their attention to the approaching coven. The clash of species unfolded with a chaotic beauty, each movement a testament to the supernatural prowess of both wolves and vampires.

“The Black Spring I am not the holder of it anymore.” Slayer, “Huh? Liar, you just hide it somewhere. Retrieving that weapon and your head, we might ascend our rank, and be a high ranker and have our own official name too.” Slicer, “I want to fight her, head to head. But too bad, to her current state your underlings is enough to finish her.” Gunslinger, “.........” Slayer, “You heard him. Finish her off!”

He ordered. Sliver was a deadly weapon for a werewolf, it not only weaken or drain a werewolves energy, it also killed instantly, Skylar tears flowed down her cheeks as she wondered why her sister would cut herself with sliver...unless, she wanted to kill herself. XxxxX Skylar and her family, with a few pack members gathered in the living room, waiting patiently with their hands to their chin, feet tapping the floor trying to ease the uneasiness while heart beats pound faster as they all waited for the doctor to work out from Olivia's room.

For someone or something that should have terrified me, he had an uncanny ability to make me feel safe. “These scars,” I murmured, more to myself than to him, tracing the jagged lines. “They weren’t on Kaiden. So, how do you have them?” Slade stiffened under my touch, his eyes darkening slightly. “They’re mine,” he said after a moment, his voice quieter now. “I am an ancient wolf, Snowy. I have existed long before the creation of Aethoria. These scars are mine to bear, battles fought and won across centuries.”