Wolf Slayer Novels & Stories

Scarlett’s POV Elara took a deep breath, her eyes meeting mine with a mixture of caution and determination. "Swiftclaw's origins are shrouded in darkness, Scarlett," she began, her voice laden with a heavy weight. "He is the son of a powerful wolf who was entangled with demons, seeking to harness their dark magic for his own purposes. It is believed that this union tainted Swiftclaw's bloodline, infusing him with an inherent darkness and an insatiable thirst for vengeance."

As he was in the doorway with the knob in his hand, he turned his head. “I'll just say this once, Saga. Don't you dare help those two families any deeper. The girl you're looking for is Hugo Supernova's prey. She is a holy blooded wolvire.” Saga gasped, his eyes staring at his father without blinking. Mrs. Adrian stood up and said, “You don't need to worry anymore because INDICENT must have helped them. Just shut up and don't get into trouble. We don't want anything to happen to you, all right?”

As I said not even the Dark Lord himself can stop me. How can your tiny kindness stop me? Try me but you won’t win. However, I m enjoying every moment right now. I m loving the moment where one she-wolf is lying to her packs. Moreover, she is not an ordinary she-wolf. She is the daughter of the great Alpha Drake and great Luna Drusilla. She is betraying her kind. Not only I was saved but I can see conflicts in between their packs. And how lovely is that? I can now no longer wait to make her fall in love. Debra, brace yourself. I m coming for

This is what makes a Primal more dangerous than an ordinary werewolf. "Is there no other way to kill him?" Minos asked. Cassana pulled out everything she knew about werewolves from her memory. Silver is the most effective counter against its regenerative abilities. Other than that, burning it alive would work, as well as frostbite. She doesn't have time to draw an arkogram for another Immolation spell, so she decided to just freeze it in place. She pulled out the red gemstone and as she concentrated on it, she realized that it didn't contain any energy for ice magic.

Lola her blood went cold when she thought about helpless babies being burnt alive. Tristan gritted his teeth and spoke to the flames, “Since then we have been entrapped by the Grey Oak clan to follow their ruthless regime. Founded by Noah his grandfather, passed to his father, and 6 years ago to Noah. Poisoning all wolves with cruelty and a hunger for power. But we keep remembering the Fire Wolves because we know this is not the path the moon goddess intended for werewolves. I can feel in my bones that one day they will return. We just have to be worthy of them again.”

His dark brown hair was messy and sticky with his sweat, his scruffy salt and pepper gray beard coated in his own blood and spit. I watched as he thrashed against their grip and I reveled in the sound of his pain filled screams as one of them slowly dragged the sharp blade of his knife across the front of his chest. From his left collar bone to his right, so agonisingly slow. When the knife finally left his chest, Felix’s head slumped in relief and he tried to catch his breath. It wouldn't last long. My second man was already waiting with the bottle of purple liquid in his hand. The concoction was made up by our healers, a special wolfsbane brew. A potent liquid that we now incorporated to a

He immediately finds the cameras on the third floor. He is now looking at Accalia who's walking carefully but something caught his attention. "Accalia! The werewolf is in the wall!" he said while panicking. After what her uncle said Accalia immediately look at her upper part. The werewolf smirk as he gets down to the wall. His form is a big human-wolf with a fur of a wolf that is colored black and gray. He shows his teeth as if he was ready to bite Accalia and his saliva is dripping as if he that a delicious meal is right in his front.

I reach an entrance that has a sign, No Entry Luckily it didn't require a password or a scanner, I push the door open and step into the room, there were many stores of glass containers, and each held people hooked to IV tubes. We looked further and I closed my eyes momentarily, this was horrible, the hunters in these containers were large, pale and others disfigured. "Bring the scientist," I tell Jake. The doctor was trembling. "What are these?" I ask, sternly. "Well, these are humans with special blood in their veins," "We know," I murmur. Slayers were humans who were made by witches in the 18th century to destroy their mutual enemies, shifters. They were strong and moved at incredible spee

Z saw in the hologram how horrifying the wolves were, how a few drops of their saliva sizzled to a Wielder’s skin, and how Henmulga couldn’t defeat it, as she’d been reduced to running away. In the final slide, the wolf’s prominent feature had been shown again. Unlike the normal ones, it has a furry body that’s inflamed with blue energy, dancing gracefully from its feet, all the way to its wide-set toxic eyes. The class then ended with Ms. Marietta's note that even a wolf's bark was fatal, for it alone could render the Wielder immobile. Z had been awoken when her head banged against the table. She shook her head, trying to fight drowsiness; however, the more she resisted, the more the whispe