Wulg Monster Hunter Novels & Stories

“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.

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

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.

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.