#hunters and werewolves

[werecreature-addicted]

A werewolf boyfriend giving you a quick kiss while he steals a couple fries off your plate is the same as a dog doing tricks for table scraps you cannot change my mind.

[grendel-menz]

werewolves and country mice

[barkyshark]

🌑 Blythe 🌑 satyr lycan bloodhunter

( a wolf in sheep's clothing, if you will )

*edit yeah I'm changing her name from Fora methinks

[shift-if]

You shouldn't exist.

You know that, you can feel it deep within your bones, in your mind. You're something that should have never been. No one thought it possible, that a half-werewolf and a half-vampire could conceive.

Yet here you are, a Pricolici.

Pricolici: a werewolf/vampire fusion in the Romanian folklore.

You're the first and only of your kind. Lucky you. Your very existence has been kept secret from majority of the clans. Be that vampire, werewolf, or hunter.

You used to believe the secrecy of your existence was due to the laws that forbid werewolf and vampire unions. Now something tells you that your existence isn't just happenstance.

Normally this would be a positive, easy way for you to be able to keep your head on in this corrupt city you call home.

That's until a blood moon graces the sky, and for the first time in your life; your body decides it's time to finally change. Into what you don't know, and neither does it.

You can't "shift".

That itself is killing you, muddying your mind and your body, your very existence trying to erase itself. Your only choice is to find a way to finally change. Into what that's for you to decide.

Shift or die.

Customize your character, gender, personality, and appearance.

Uncover the secrets of your very existence.

Keep warring clans from killing one another, hopefully.

Player choices will dictate whether your Pricolici will be more like a vampire, werewolf, or somewhere in between.

Romance three separate characters who will help shape your story.

Shift or die.

Carver [M|NB] - One of the few vampires who actually knows of your existence. Though how that came to be is still something you would like to forget. Carver is a wanna-be bigshot, who happened to rope you into being their "partner", as you two try to keep the city streets somewhat livable. They're aloof, lazy, and a pain in your ass.

Keegan [M] - The local alpha. Keegan runs the black market of the city with the help of some of his rambunctious crew. He's protective of his pack, and always looking out for them. He's kind and charismatic unless you have ill will toward his family. Then you better watch out for his bite.

Harmony [F] - She is the younger sister of your former (deceased) lover. The only human you can really stand. She has somehow become your best friend, with a gentle touch and kind words. You never knew why you were tasked with protecting her, but you may soon find out.

Thana [F] - She has an interest in history, which results in her taking a great interest in the clans and their forming. While Thana comes off as short-tempered and a bite to her words, she just sees no point in idle gossip and finds it hard to interact with others. As a former lover of Carver, Thana is quick to talk you into finding another partner. Is it for your own safety or something else?

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Shift is 18+ for violence, adult themes, explicit language, sexual situations, etc.

Reblogs are appreciated.

[ansimlorockz]

Vampire Hunters, Lauren Elmore & Archer Osbourne.

a post made custom by blood/\/\oon on Patreon 🌙

[muditaaah]

:̗̀➛ 𝐔𝐇𝐘𝐑𝐄 𖤐

❛UHYRE. noun. monster [noun] (also adjective) (something) of unusual size, form or appearance. a huge and/or horrible creature.❜

꒦꒷꒷꒦ ꒦꒷꒷꒦ ꒦꒷꒷꒦ ꒦꒷꒷꒦

𝐈. In the beginning...

Vampires and werewolves have been enemies since the dawn of time. A cat and dog rivalry, constantly chasing, attacking, and killing one another. In the past however, they were able to disguise their factions and fights, preying on humans in the shadows. The only ones aware were each other, bickering about not being careful, or splitting the rations of blood.

𝐈𝐈. Covens formed, packs were joined, and throughout history, they prevailed. However, as times would change, so did technology, and their deceptive ways had begun to grow detected. Tensions rose as wolves blamed their bat enemies for not being cautious enough, and vampires blaming their wolven rivals for rampaging in their werewolf form in the night.. over time, they resolved this conflict with an shared idea, as hunters arose as a threat.

𝐈𝐈𝐈. The covens and packs migrated deep into the woods, where they’d be hidden from humankind. This seemed like a perfect resolve.. but problems are never truly over- as now, a new night stalking Shapeshifting beast has been thrown into the ring.. having been hidden in the woods for decades since.

𖤐 18+ Literate - Novella Server

𖤐 Extensive, easy to follow lore that’s continuing to grow as our RP goes on.

𖤐 Create a vampire, werewolf, or hunter OC!

𖤐 Friendly members and mods, ready to help you and greet you!

𖤐 welcoming server, with OOC channels to hang out in and an easy to navigate layout.

𖤐 Create storylines, character rivalries, friendships, ships, and more, and share all about your OCs in our OC info channels! were ready to get to know your characters, and you!

𖤐 Come say hello! We’re DYING to meet you.

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[pespillo]

guys dont even worry abt it

[carnivorousyandeere]

How would the werewolf pack handle a new pack moving close to/into their territory? And what if a member of the new pack showed an interest in their darling 👀

It begins a little tense, but overall the yan pack is just a little wary/cautious. Werewolves aren’t quite as territorial over land as you might think. Packs’ territories can overlap, pack members can intermingle with those of a different pack, switch packs. It’s not unheard of for two packs to merge into one either; especially smaller packs (the Yan Pack is a fairly solid polycule as Cyrus is becoming more and more integrated with the pack. They’re not likely to lose any members, but they might be open to taking in one or two more members if they truly seem like a good fit.).

Mason is especially wary of the new pack, as he works hard to keep his own pack members safe and keep up their human façade, and he doesn’t yet know what the new pack’s values are. Are they the type to view humans as prey and make his job harder? Will they expose Mason’s pack members as werewolves and destroy their cover among human society? The other werewolves follow his lead on the matter. Even Ace does his best to avoid trouble with the new pack.

If a member of the new pack is willing to forsake their old pack and join the yan pack, the yan pack might accept this as long as the new addition treats you well, remembers that you belong to all of them, and that they don’t jeopardize the pack’s secrecy and safety among the humans. However, if they don’t treat you well enough, they get a little too cocky and keep trying to genuinely steal you from the other members of the pack, and constantly challenge Mason’s ideas about what’s best for the pack, they’re going to get put down like the feral dog they’re acting like.

A whole new pack all taking an interest in you is seen as a threat, and the yan pack would kill them all instead of giving the new wolves any chance of stealing you away. Mason’s police reports will chalk it up to a drug deal gone wrong, framing the deceased pack as both buyers and sellers, saying there were no survivors of their internal conflict. Case closed, nothing more to investigate.

[hux-and-gay]

If you want to draw literally anything from your vampire/werewolf/monster hunter AU, I'd love to see it!!

After drawing this I kinda wanna turn this into a fic. Anyway here’s character designs for the AU, Kylo is kinda sloppy bc I half way gave up on him. Also he has 2 arms I just didn’t draw the second one so it wouldn’t block the design

For anyone who is interested in the AU it takes place in the same universe as my dating sim rp blog @hollowsdill-manor feel free to check it out. The AU is also not just Kylux it covers every trilogy.

Monster Hunter Hux

Vampire Werewolf Hybrid Kylo

Height Comparison (with Kylo in his monster form)

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@not-so-allegiant-general @tomatette

@thegeneralorder @existing-sadly @diabollicallyangelic @fives-ren @dragonflies-draw-flame

[bloodtiesstilllives]

Not only did they play things that go bump in the night, they also played cowboys. Yee Haw!

Bonus

A hunter and a Sheriff. Pew pew! And yes that is his official Sheriff's vehicle behind him.

[imogenkol]

KINCADE PACK 🐺 (original works) — “The name goes back centuries, and all Miranda cares about is making sure it lasts for many more”

[template by @tommyarashikage]

tag list (ask to be added or removed!): @adelaidedrubman @florbelles @simonxriley @voidika @kyberinfinitygems @voidbuggg @inafieldofdaisies @statichvm @socially-awkward-skeleton @aceghosts @carlosoliveiraa @risingsh0t @unholymilf @thedeadthree @cassietrn @jackiesarch @a-treides @shellibisshe @loriane-elmuerto @katsigian @captastra @simplegenius042 @theelderhazelnut @g0dspeeed @leviiackrman @strangefable @jacobseed

[grendel-menz]

werewolf packs are too clingy to do well in hot weather

[burntbone102]

"Bloodborne Werewolf and Hunter" by me

Support me by leaving a like or buying my art on etsy here https://www.etsy.com/shop/BurntBonesLandscapes?ref=dashboard-header

[the-nocturnal-writer]

Evenfall Grove

An 18+ Dark Fantasy, Mystery Interactive Fiction WIP (with a side order of romance).

Warning ahead for dark themes (blood, violence, murder, death), swearing, alcohol consumption, and optional sexual content.

(List will be added to as I write and release chapters)

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You are a local witch of Evenfall Grove, a small town deep in the forests of Darkrow. Not the most gifted or strongest in any particular thing, but you have a rare talent in this world, one you were told was a curse since youth. Visions of death within the past, present and future plague your nightmares and recently you’ve seen the faces of those you know. 

Residents of Evenfall have begun to turn up mauled to death, the guards concluding them as wild animal attacks while the locals all feared the worst.

You, however, already know the truth. There was a murderer in town. Visions of a strange creature far too sentient and smart to be a mindless monster, it has a purpose here in Evenfall.

This is where the mystery comes in. Why is the creature killing the people of Evenfall? Who and what is this creature? The small team of guards are doing nothing and to send for help would mean waiting for an answer from the main city and weeks of travel for them to get here. Besides, who’s to say they’ll believe anything from one witch?

Guess it leaves just you and maybe the help of others you seek out along the way, the town is full of interesting and mysterious folk. 

Use your visions to gather clues. Investigate Evenfall and question locals for information. Find who or what this strange monster is. Be wary of the night.

Features:

Pick to play as a Female, Male or Non-Binary witch.

Customise your witch's appearance!

Be Straight, Gay or Bisexual/Pansexual.

Pick from a variety of romanceable characters (list to be released soon)!

Form friendships with others to gain assets for what's ahead.

Traverse your visions to find hidden details and information.

Don't get killed (fear the night).

Links:

Demo (TBA)

RO Profiles (Under construction)

Hope you enjoy!

[mjolnirswriststrap]

Silver Bullet

Bucky Barnes x Fem!Reader, Helmut Zemo x Fem!Reader

Word Count: 1,670 Masterlist

Summary: The best night of the year, Halloween, turns into a night you just want to forget. PART 1/4.

Warnings: werewolves, cheating, backstabbing best friend, Zemo is a whore, truly.

Red cloaks filled the crowd. This years Halloween parade theme being Dracula. Rob Zombie blared through speakers anchored to lampposts. You and your friends all wore matching costumes, collectively going as the wives of Dracula. It was a good excuse to wear the hottest outfits you could find. Most people paled their skin with white face paint, and molded little pieces of wax to their teeth.

Not you, you wore basically nothing for your costume. Each friend had a different color of fabric, that was loosely draped and cinched around your body. The best way to describe it would be a Greek toga, instead of linen it’s sheer silk, leaving nothing to the imagination. You all wore the same gold collar, a dragon etched on the front; curtesy of the blue bride, Miranda’s, 3D printer.

You didn’t plan on staying, you all agreed to be a part of the parade, once that was over, you were all headed to Zemo’s annual Halloween masquerade. You don’t think he particularly liked having hundreds of people flooding his property every year. But having the biggest house in town was a blessing and a curse. He hosted most festivities for your rather large population of teens and young adults.

You had a fascination with the bachelor. He inherited the mansion, land and money from his grandfather, skipping over his father completely. His family was prominent in the community, both of his parents having a chair at city hall. They volunteered at the food bank and donated to every shelter. Any sane person would think they deserved the money in a way. So why Zemo?

You made it to the party late, everyone leaving the house for the back yard. Zemo had the trees lighted and a dance floor built, always prepared for a celebration. Your friends ditched you as soon as you all got drinks, saying they were going to find their boyfriends. Leaving you to explore the surrounding woods alone.

You nearly drop your red solo cup when you see Zemo pressing Miranda against a tree, practically swallowing each others faces. Tears of betrayal sting your cheeks. She knew you had a crush on him, and she has a boyfriend anyways. You stalk away in anger, losing the trail but not caring. You found a tree far enough from the party that no one would hear your sobs.

You downed the cup filled halfway with vodka, a drop of orange juice for flavor. It dried your tears quickly, leaving your whole body warm. “Stupid.” You say, standing up and brushing the leaves off your dress. “Stupid for liking Zemo.”. You agreed whole heartedly with that. “Stupid for thinking Miranda was my friend.” That’s what hurt the most.

In the midst of your self hate you failed to notice a looming figure. “You’re not stupid.” You jolt, throwing the plastic cup in the direction of the stranger. “Sorry, you scared me.” You giggle, when you see it’s just a guy from the party wearing a phantom of the opera mask.

“It’s okay.” He reaches down and picks up the liter. “Gotta keep our forests clean.” He waves the red in the air. You give him a dry laugh. Men are scary and being alone in the woods with a stranger was causing every alarm in your brain to siren. But the vodka numbed your sense of fear.

“I should get going.” You say, turning and trying to step around the tree. Before you could, the stranger steps closer. “Should you?” He says deeply. He’s close enough now that you can see his piercing blue eyes behind the mask. They render you speechless, the way the moonlight shone off them, put you in a trance. You shake your head, too focused to verbally answer him.

“See, you’re not so stupid after all.” He teases. You have no reaction. His words didn’t fill you with pride or embarrassment. Your veins filled with the distinct warmth of feeling safe. You don’t know where it came from, your body was irrationally reacting to him. You should be shaking with fear and trying to get back to the party, not calmly standing here waiting for something to happen.

It felt like you were locked inside a body that wasn’t yours. It was being controlled by some outside force. You let him reach for you, never flinching away. Your body produced goosebumps where his fingertips grazed your skin. “You’re so beautiful. I’d hate to ruin that.” You nod your head, not even thinking of a single way he could ruin your beauty. Your mind was blank, you couldn’t even say thank you.

“Promise me you won’t resist, once it happens.” You knew nothing of what he spoke, but again you feel your neck bow to him, nodding in agreement. The masked man looks up at the moon, reveling in its fullness. “Are you prepared for no return?” You agree with a nod, now you know you were fully possessed by something. His words should send you running, but a small voice in the back of your head says you would never.

He steps closer again, grabbing fistfuls of your gown, cinched at your waist. “You have to say it. Say I have permission.” His voice was desperate and darker than before. You try to find the words but the influence he had on you was slowly fading, the way he started pressing you against the tree brought you back to your senses. He holds your hips in place as he nuzzles his face into your neck, taking a long deep breath.

The stubble on his chin tickled you and you had to remind yourself yet again that this is a masked stranger in the woods. Even though your senses were coming back, the way his hands lit a fire inside of you was enough to make you not care. That fire pooled lower and lower the closer he got to you. He smelled like a mix of musk and pine. You couldn’t tell if it was him or the trees surrounding you. But it made your mouth water, filling you with a want to taste his skin, just to be sure.

He raises his hand to cradle your cheek, “Please.”. He caught your eyes again, boring into them with an assured look. He focuses on your lips “Just say the words.”.

“I give you permission.” You say them without thinking of the consequences. He sealed your fate by closing the gap between your faces. Pressing his lips to yours. You moved your lips in sync with his, using your free will to wrap your arms around his neck. Before it could go any further the man disappeared. You felt him pull away, when your eyes opened to see why, he was already gone. You searched the surrounding woods with your eyes, there was no sign of him.

You grab your head, wondering if you drunkenly hallucinated. The moisture on your mouth and in your underwear was foolproof evidence that it really just happened. But you still began to question its validity.

You hear a twig snap somewhere near you, in hopes that it was the magnetic stranger you followed it, rounding an old fallen tree you spot a black dog. It was rather large in stature, must be a purebred if it’s that big. You knew an expensive dog wouldn’t be wandering the woods collarless. And you couldn’t remember if Zemo ever mentioned having any pets.

You stepped closer, never fearing animals. You loved dogs, you had a few of your own at your parents house. “Here boy.” You kneel down, reaching out your hand. It finally gives you its attention. Immediately showing his sharp canines, snarling loudly. “Oop.” You stand up and slowly back away, knowing the signs of an agitated dog.

When your view of it is blocked by the tree you turn around and sprint away. Not wanting to receive a rabies shot on Halloween night. You see the lighted trees nearing. That’s when you heard it, rhythmic thumbing coming from behind you. When you turn around you let out a scream, the dog is already pouncing on you, knocking you to the ground. You tray to scramble away. You see people’s feet running towards your screams.

The dog latches its mouth onto your leg, when you try to rip it away it only sinks its teeth deeper. You see Zemo come to your aid with a pool cleaner net, swinging it at the dog. “Get away.” He shouts, he ends up cracking the dog on top of his head with the plastic pole. It yelped, causing your leg to fall out of his mouth. He ran for cover, disappearing into the woods. Zemo drops to his knees beside you, shedding his jacket to wrap it around your bleeding leg.

“Are you okay?” Your eyes full with tears, embarrassment was an understatement. You didn’t want to face Zemo or Miranda. You didn’t want to see all the party goers pity filled faces either. You stood up, sucking a breath between your teeth at the pain. You limped past everyone giving eachother confused glances. Ignoring Zemo and Miranda’s fake concern.

You called your dad, sitting on the curb infront of the house. He rushed you to urgent care, spending the rest of the night with you in the waiting room. You were fine in the morning, a shot and a round of antibiotics set you on your way to recovering. You took ibuprofen for the pain. You called off of work for the rest of the week, needing to stay off your feet.

When you returned the next Monday, your boss told you there was a new bus boy. You waited tables all day before you finally saw him. Clocking in and disappearing to wash dishes. He was cute, dark brown hair and light stubble. He didn’t introduce himself to you or Mary, the other waitress, odd. But you had a feeling the little diner would grow on him eventually.

[gothicpsychovampirewannabe]

the problem is i just love peter, even tho he's so vile. he's a violator. abuser. manipulator. but also he is very fun.