Wulg Monster Hunter Novels & Stories

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.

They ask if I need back up and I tell them I can handle it, but I’ll need help getting everything cleaned up and someone to cover the rest of my patrol once I take this wolf down. As a werewolf, the spirit of my wolf and I share the same mind space and can communicate with each other in either form. We’re basically 2 peas in a pod, the pod being either my body or his. My wolf, Gage, is jet black and very large so it can be hard to hide during the day sometimes. I think that’s kind of the point. Luckily this area is pretty shaded and there are some large bushes I can hide under while I wait for them to approach. In my human form I’m 6 foot 2 and very muscular since I still have the strength o

I said to Damien. “What was what?” He replied. I recognized that sound, it was a compound silencer. A tool The Academy gave us. It was specifically ingrained not to be able to be picked up by a Vampires super sensitive hearing. A lot of Hunters used them, I even had before.

They fought with a fierce spirit but they were overpowered. It was a fight of Witches, werewolves and vampires against humans. It was a fierce battle but the humans won. They had the weapons and the witches, werewolves and others had the magic, given to them by the devil. “You need to live, Lucia! Live! Live!" Those were her mother's last words to her before she died. It's been fourteen years but it still echoed in her ears and sent chills down her spine. Her stomach rumbled as a thick putrid smell hit her in the nose. Her pupils darted around the room in search of what produced the foul smell.

That was Eileen's special move, the Armor of Blades. Wilbur wielded his thunder cleaver and prepared to join the battle. Yet all of a sudden, the Sea of Blood rippled and no less than fifty monsters appeared out of nowhere, charging in their direction. These monsters were similar to wolves, but they were the size of a calf. With bodies made of raw bloody flesh, they bared their fangs at the trio. The Blood Wolves charged, heading for the three cultivators' backs. "Watch our backs!" Eileen shouted, continuing to charge at Suelyn.

These are the words bouncing through my innermost vision and thoughts. There are so many loose dots to fix. Maybe it’s my pity for Rain that pushes me to start checking up on Rain's mother, Yulia. In one of the pictures she took on the town’s beach with her bikini, I see a tattoo drawn on her ass, just a little above the valley of her ass with the name Wolfer. That name again? What the hell does it mean? Yulia's bio shows she's a good mythology researcher. I see some of her published works on supernaturals like Wendigos, vampires, and…

The hunter pulls out a weapon—a sleek, silver blade with intricate engravings that catch the light. Luke, in wolf form, is a blur of powerful muscle and fur, but the hunter’s movements are equally swift and precise. They dodge Luke’s powerful swipes with ease, their blade slicing through the air with deadly accuracy. Each strike and counterstrike sends shivers down my spine, the clash of wolf and hunter reverberating through the room.

Madam Amelia seemed to know this as she nodded her head at me. “Now what? You can’t break your vow. What will you do? You can’t have a Wolf Rider running around Astoria.” There it was. She knew what her daughter was. The half human part of it was the least of it. The fact that she was a Rider—a creature that could control a werewolf with a simple command. A creature that ruined my family's life. A creature, who must be destroyed before it gains power. There hasn't been a rider born in half a century, and even before, there was only one that ruled Astoria.

I muttered glancing around the cave. "You can ask all your questions now," He said and I remained silent staring at him. "I guess you are only faking your curiosity, you can return to your place now since you have no question to ask weakling," He said turning to leave. Weakling? I raised my brow tightening my fist as my wolf growled wanting to bounce on him but I licked my protruded fangs calming my wolf. "Did you just refer to me as a weakling?" I growled.

Werewolves are a bit more acceptable than Shadow Hunters. XXX