Are Wolves Afraid Of Thunder Novels & Stories

A small part of me was writhing, feeling intimidated. Easton stood up, and the atmosphere grew darker, more oppressive. The night sky, devoid of moonlight, seemed to close in. Outside, black clouds began to gather, and thunder rumbled softly. There was no flash of lightning, only the distant sound of rumbling in the sky. Slowly, a light drizzle began to fall, bringing an even more unsettling vibe that spread among the werewolves. I could hear the howling of wolves clearly from outside, nothing to muffle the eerie stillness of the night.

I closed my eyes as the monster snapped at me, baring its teeth. When I thought it would be over, the sound of something rushing toward us made me gasp. It sounded like thunder, making me gasp in shock as I watched a dark blob hit the massive wolf in the side, knocking it away from me. I screamed, hearing the large creature growl and snarl. What was that? What could have possibly knocked down that huge thing?

She replied. I could feel my heart drop into my stomach when I heard that, “how do you guys manage to live in a wolf zone? Don’t you get scared that they may kill you?” She laughed, “If you don’t show any fear they won’t attack you in most cases. Fear can be smelled by most animals and it’s not good if they know that you’re scared. So next time just freeze or face them.” Face them? This lady must be out of her damn mind. Why would I face a wolf unless I was suicidal?

The Thunderous Howl… The night was still until it wasn’t. A single howl broke across the valley—long, thunderous, and commanding. It rolled through the trees and struck the heart of the pack like a drumbeat, raising every hackle, freezing every breath. Wolves lifted their heads instinctively, ears swiveling, eyes wide. Even the newly shifted wolves in the training grounds stilled, their uncertain movements forgotten as the sound reverberated through their bones. As I stood among them, my own chest tightening as the truth struck him.

Pitch dark clouds cover the sky, making a thunder to roar. Indicating his arrival. " Grrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrr" A low sound reverberates from him. It's pitch increasing. Making some of the wolves to whine, tuck their tails between their legs and bowing. The ground was trembling under everyone's feet , as they see cracks developing in it. The ground even rising from some places, uprooting the roots of tree that stood around. Everyone stills. Seeing the upturn of events.

“Then don’t ever leave again.” He nodded. “I swear it.” Suddenly a loud crack of thunder shook the cabin, rattling windows. The children jumped, and Jared rose, instinctively edging between his family and the window. “It’s just the storm,” Georgia whispered, but her voice lacked conviction. The lightning had revealed a dark silhouette flickering at the edge of the forest, a wolf shape, massive and cruel. Jared’s wolf sense flared. “Stay back,” he warned, tone steel. He moved to the door and yanked it open. The wind tore at his coat, the rain lashing in droplets that stung like needles.

It seemed like I had forced myself into their home and disrupted their relationship. I was afraid of thunder too, but Kenneth thought I was only pretending. "You’re an adult wolf now. There will be many things you’ll have to face on your own. It’s just thunder, why are you afraid of that?" I could only hug myself, pulling the covers over my head. I waited in bed, alone and with a flashlight, until the rain stopped. Watching them behave so intimately, I wanted to leave. I didn’t want to keep seeing them rub salt into my wounds. I also wanted to avoid the thunder and wait for the storm to pass.

He released a howl that alerted the whole pack. In a second, all hell was let loose. Tents were torn and buildings had been ripped apart. Howls and whimpers could be heard as the wolves collided and fought each other savagely. I watched in horror as Thorr leaped at the wolf that looked to be in charge of the attacking wolves. They rolled into the fireplace but Thorr was faster. He put his front paw against the chest of the other wolf. They remained in that position for a second before Thorr bit out a huge chunk from the other wolf's neck.

Her wolf howled and raged inside her, reflecting her own emotions. Without warning, a thunderous roar tore through the air. Darius's furious cry, packed with raw strength, echoed throughout the pack house. Shocked, the werewolf holding Seraphina let go, leaving her standing frozen with wide eyes. Darius's rage could be felt everywhere, and she sensed him unleashing savage violence on some unlucky person. Chills spread across her skin, and she held her breath, frightened of what would happen next.

All eight of them freeze, the kite falling from the sky, their faces frozen in panic and fear but they aren’t looking up at the sky. They are looking at the forest behind them. That’s when I hear it. The thunder isn’t loud enough to completely drown out the cacophony of what sounds like hundreds of wolves tearing through the trees, running straight for me–straight for my family. As the first glimpse of fangs becomes visible between the trees, I scream. It’s an earth-shattering shriek intended to somehow frighten the wolves off so that they cannot harm my family. But all it manages to do is wake me up.