Behind The Trees Werewolf Novel Novels & Stories

Because my senses are tingling and I can feel something strange…. I take another step forward, then my eyes catch a hint of gold rustling behind the trees. I hide behind a huge one, knowing that there can only be one source of gold here in the forest. An Ancient wolf. I get ready to shift in case an attack happens. The leaves rustle louder, which means that it’s close. I peek from behind my tree and finally see the Ancient wolf.

The porch light hummed like a small sun. I stood beneath it for several minutes after Colton disappeared into the trees, one hand still pressed flat to the locked door, my palm aching from the pressure. The kitchen behind me was warm and yellow and ordinary. The woods beyond the window were black and wet and full of wolves. Real wolves. Werewolves. The words kept circling in my head like moths around a flame, burning themselves up every time they touched the memory of Colton’s body folding into shadow and fur.

The atmosphere was serene, but my uneasiness remained. As I turned to make my way back home, a rustling sound halted me in my tracks. My heart quickened as I whirled around. I peered into the dense undergrowth. Emerald eyes, sharp and alert, scanned the surroundings. The moon illuminated the entire forest, casting a mysterious glow and making the shadows dance. Suddenly, a figure burst through the foliage. It was a large, black wolf, its eyes wild and menacing. I recognized it instantly. It was a rogue werewolf. I could see the darkness in its eyes and the way it stood on its hind legs.

The trees seemed to loom over us, casting long and ominous shadows on the ground. As we approached the old oak tree, I could feel my heart pounding in my chest. What were we going to find? The tree was massive, its branches twisted and gnarled with age. We approached it cautiously, our eyes scanning the surrounding area for any signs of danger. And then, just as we reached the tree, a figure emerged from the shadows. It was a wolf, tall and imposing with piercing yellow eyes. He regarded us calmly, his expression unreadable. "Who are you?" Lila demanded, her hackles raised.

I got Aaron on my back and climbed the nearest tree. The dark night was to our advantage to an extent. Werewolves can never have night vision but one wiff of our scent and the men would climb this tree faster than I could run away. The man looked at the edge of the forest but came no closer to it. The different scents around him seemed to confuse him.

"She's heading towards the ancient oak grove. We cannot let her reach whatever lurks within." Without hesitation, they sprinted after the witch, determination fueling their steps. The trees whipped past them in a blur as they raced through the dark forest. The ground shook beneath their feet, the resonance of the werewolf battle in the distance, but they couldn't let anything deter them from their mission. Finally, they arrived at the ancient oak grove, the towering trees casting eerie shadows in the moonlight. The air hummed with ancient power, as if the very forest held its breath, awaiting the outcome of this battle.

Thunderstorm I felt nervous when I saw the brave eyes of the wolf in front of me. So I screamed in panic and nervousness, so I suddenly backed away. But unfortunately and I touched the bulging root of the tree behind me, so I fell down unexpectedly. "Ahh." I moaned weakly as my butt hit the root of the tree. I looked up at a wolf approaching me. I don't realize what its true color is because only the rising moon gives light to the woods. But it is still covered by tall trees.

Do let me know how you felt about this book in the comments below😍😍 enjoy reading CHAPTER 1 – escaped The night is hallowing at its brightest while I fleet amongst the thousand thick tree trunks, catching after fading freedom. The fresh bruises on my skin make my blood drip past the thorns and muddy soil I run. The night was just beginning, and I still had a lot of footwork to cover. My racing heart never stopped, not for a moment as I swiftly passed by the glowing trees, some red, some green, giving me the light to move forward, even when its roots had thorns that could pierce right through a werewolves’ heart.

Standing before me is an unusually large, chestnut-colored wolf. I scream. The wolf moves closer. I back away. Stumbling over a root, I fall onto my back, all the air knocked out of me as I stare up at the swaying canopy of the trees, unable to move, waiting for my death. As the wolf approaches I close my eyes. Maybe, if I play dead, he’ll leave.

“Do not think I am afraid of you, I would kill you here and no one would know," " Enough!" I growled shutting them up, everywhere was silent for some minutes, while I observed the weird trees. Just then my sight met with a big creature beneath the tallest trees, my wolf growled wanting to know what it was, but I accelerated, stumping forward, leaving them behind. Nathan held my pace. It wasn’t a race but I could feel he didn't want to be left behind. I was walking as fast as I could, never looking back as the monster was behind the trees, gaping at us.