Wulg Monster Hunter Novels & Stories

his words sharp and edged with disbelief. Sarai’s heart raced as she dared to peek through the keyhole. Her breath caught in her throat, her sapphire eyes widening in horror. What she saw sent a chill down her spine—Hugo standing amidst the wreckage, his sea-green eyes locked on a monstrous figure she barely recognized. It was a wolf, but not just any wolf. This one had light brown fur with a black patch across its back, its amber eyes glowing with a cruel intensity. The creature stood beside another, darker figure—Malrik—his grin wide with satisfaction.

It was getting late, though, and Rey knew he had to leave pretty soon. Before leaving, he had two crucial tasks to complete. The first and most important was to extract as many Monster Cores as he could from the Hobgoblins’ depository. As for the latter, it was already staring him in the face. ‘I guess I should do this first…’ Rey smiled widely as he stared at the ‘thing’ that had now become his opponent. It was a NightWolf. The dark fur of the beast swirled in the stale air within the arena that the Hobgoblins had made for him, and its blackened eyes reeked of starvation.

that was what Remiel said. “What kind of monster is that?” I asked “an Argus Panoptes,” “Lyca are you ready?” Warg asks and I nod, I let out my thorn whip plant and I started whipping the air, Remiel was busy with other creatures, I don't know what you call that creature, it's just a pure solid rock monster. The white monster run and let out of his sword, “Warg watch out” I shouted when I saw that the monster came moving faster like a flash. In just a matter of seconds, the monster with a black sword was behind Warg, I immediately lifted my thorn whip and attacked the monster, so Warg could escape.

Aryadi was thrown several fathoms while Hugo stood tall in his form as a wolf proudly. Burhan came over and helped his adoptive father in one shot. At that time Burhan's expression looked so shocked by Hugo's change. The type of wolf-shifter that Hugo has is so different from other wolf-shifter. The size of the red wolf's body is also larger than most wolf-shifter. On the forehead of the red wolf, a star in a circle was drawn. When Hugo growled, his mouth and muzzle dripped with disgusting saliva, like the image of a werewolf version of the human belief, which in Indonesia is called Aul. Burhan gulped his own saliva as he stared into the red eyes of the Cursed. “What is that creature?” Burha

Only the strongest and the best warrior can work as a Quill warrior. We are in Quilluet Pack, the strongest, biggest, and oldest pack in the world. There are about 12.000 werewolves living in Quilluet's teritory. There are so many strong warriors from this pack, including our Alpha, Alpha Eaton Flynn. He is known as the strongest alpha in the world now. He took over this pack when he was only 16 years old. He is very attractive too......well at least that's what i heard.

“Ben, who lives in the dark house in the woods, the one you kept me from approaching that day I first saw you in the woods?” He blew out a hot breath, like he didn’t want to tell me, but I could tell that he would. “It’s complicated, Harlow, but essentially, the mage who lives there wants to destroy all of the good wolf packs. One at a time, she is infiltrating the good and using those who can be turned to drive us out of the forest or kill us, whichever she can accomplish first. Because of her, many of our kind have been lost to us, either leaving Whispering Hollow forever to try to protect their children, or not sending our kind back to us as is required by the council.”

"You're welcome to come help us track, of course. It could be your first warrior experience. Although, probably best you don't come to the torture portion." "What happens during a torture?" I mindlinked him. I heard a noise behind me and turned to see that some warriors were approaching. He looked at them and then turned back to me, mindlinking me, "I get to practice my butchering skills on live mammals, with very sharp knives." I shivered. I'd never seen him look so evil before, it was almost frightening. One thing was clear—Blake Wulfric was not someone you'd ever want to cross.

“The Scourge… it’s making…” “Werewolves,” Ash finished, voice grim. The old stories are no longer tales; the fragments twisted life into monsters. The map shifted to a bright gold pulse at the mountain’s door. Inside stood the young hunter on broken machinery, flush with triumph. Twenty others surrounded him, axes and torches in hand, faces full of fear and anger. “I saw it myself!” the hunter screamed, voice echoing like they were in the Archives. “She called down the light! Healed her wounds with witchcraft! They have power beyond the gods! A blight! Corruption! They hide here!”

"I'm a tribrid. Three creatures exist inside of me. But at the same time, they're unified. I am a werewolf, a vampire, and a—" His body suddenly grows rigid, his nose flaring. "Shit," he breathes. I'm terribly stimulated at this point. "W-what is it?" "We're surrounded," he rasps, already taking off his blazer. His gaze meets mine, his red eyes glowing brighter. "By hunters."

That was, until I went around the corner of the building and was met with the most horrific scene I’d ever seen. A humongous creature, far taller than even the tallest of men stood there. Its body bulging with muscles that would make even the biggest of body builders green with envy. The beast was wolf-like covered in dark black fur, and its eyes glowed a crimson red, his hands and feet sporting large claws to match their large size. I tried not to scream, taking a step back, trying my best not to hyperventilate. But then I saw what was in his hands.