Wulg Monster Hunter Novels & Stories

But the strange thing was that the wound quickly returned to normal as if it had never happened. "Who are you?" Selina couldn't help but ask. Wolfgang did not answer Selina's question but asked in return. "So, who are you?" He wiped the blood on the knife and folded it neatly into his pocket. “When you tell me your identity, I will tell you who I am.” Selina knew that if she didn't answer Wolfgang's question today, he would not let her leave. “Yes, I am not human. I'm Wolf." Wolfgang wasn't too surprised by Selina's answer. Because from the moment she saw him cut into the flesh, he knew his thoughts were not wrong. If it were an average human, the response would be to scream or run away, rat

' Kasper response. 'Yeah! And it's a bit more disturbing that a werewolf hunter is too quiet. Should we head back to our village?' 'But my mom told me to not go back without good news.' 'We can't even find something about that werewolf hunter. I think we need a new plan. It will be hard for us to attack her in this place.' 'Let's talk about that later. For now, let us focus and be careful about following her. Keep a distance where she won't notice you.'

I tried to look outside; it may seem like a normal day with people walking around but this is all a façade. “Monsters in human form,” I muttered as I continue to stop the bleeding of my legs. “We’re not as bad as you think.” A cloud of dust was blown on my face and suddenly, I lost my sight and felt the urge to close my eyes and sleep. I woke up with a cold feeling on my cheeks, the werewolf with silver eyes is tapping his hands on my cheeks when I opened my eyes. “Convel, you used too much grovel mushroom.” He stopped tapping my cheeks and looked at the man behind him, the man with blue eyes.

Four of the females were in sight and we could even see the pups. "Now Alastor is one of the biggest wolfs to be recorded in all of history. On his four paws, he gets up to six feet! As cool as it would be to see him, he never ever comes out. He has his own den there in the ba- well would you look at that! There he is!" She pointed into the pen at the huge beast walking across the dirt. She was right, he was huge. His fur was coal-black but when the light hit it just right, it had bits of red. He was shaggy but definitely not lanky like the rest of them. He looked like a bear more than a wolf. He was sniffing around, covering more ground than I could running. His huge paws came to a stop and

Monster: Jade Forest Silverwing Wasp Monster Level: 23 Health: 27,000/27,000 Attack: 140 Defense: 70 Skills: Poisonous Stinger, Penetrating Drill, Bug Buzz, Reinforcement Call The creature itself wasn't anything special, just a half meter tall wasp that was slightly faster than average for a monster at its level. That being said, it shouldn't be underestimated as this monster has had Kirou busy for over twenty minutes now. The reason for this is due to the final skill that the Silverwing wasp possesses, .

It was a pathetic and undeniable craven existence but it was how they were winning the war. Dave let out a sigh. "No. He used a HG blade." I nodded. A brilliant man named Henry Gomez spent his life developing a UV spiked, but essentially silver based liquid that could be applied to any metallic object, leaving a coat of active poison that would kill both shade and host upon entering the their shared body. Something in perfectly balanced formula temporarily imprisoned the shade and as long as the wounds you inflicted on the human were mortal, the shade shared the same fate. The HG liquid had become as precious to us as light bulbs. It was hard to come by at the best of times, especially out h

He continued to stare at me until something else drew his attention away. Hunters had a strange dichotomy playing out. Their mission was to kill genetically enhanced creatures. The white wolf, a genetically enhanced creature, was their sign from God or a talisman validating their deeds. Stupid. The rest of the night was uneventful. I dreamed of running through the meadow with Ghost and Magnus and moments with my father. I thought of my friends, Gunnar, Diesel, Clara, Adam, and Uncle Harris. I pondered the coming Hunter War. Was I the match that would activate a slaughter?

Ulrik's cedar pheromones exploded, and his hand partially shifted into a silver-gray wolf claw. He spun and hurled a bronze wolf-head shield to Velda. Their wolf eyes glowed faintly in the dim light as they pressed against the wall, their claws scraping against the stone. Velda's mint pheromones sharpened with fear, her heartbeat drumming like a war drum. "An assassin? How could there be an assassin? Could it be the remnants of the Western Tribe? They're the ones who slaughtered the Adelaide family!" As Ulrik swept aside the curtain, the two of them slid out the door like wolves ready to pounce.

Its face, gods, its face looked like a skull half-covered in flesh, the mouth jagged with broken fangs. A wendigo. A curse of the old wolves. A monster born when an alpha went insane and dared to devour his own kind. “Run, Amon.” Amon neighed loudly at my command as he ran off into the forest, leaving me alone. I drew my sword, staring directly at the grotesque creature. The monster let out an ear-piercing screech as it bolted toward me. It raised its bloody claw, prepared to strike, but just then, steel met claw with a streak of sparks.

Special Monsters Abilty: Deadly Feet Claws Intellgience: Bare [Can make a hole under the surface with its claws] [Can stretch out his legs to the humans fleeing far away from him] Rewards: 3 000 000 crystal stone 1 000 gold coins Species: Four-legged Zerg Monster Age: 1 000 years old in monsters years and 100 000 000 years elderly at human years Special Monsters Abilty: Deadly Feet Claws Intellegience: Excelent [Can make a hole under the surface with its claws] [Can stretch out his legs to the humans fleeing far away from him] Rewards: 30 000 000 crystal stone 10 000 gold coins Species: Mini Zerg Monster Age: 100 years old in monsters years and 100 000 years elderly at human years Special Mo