Booktok Growl Novels & Stories

Just deep growls, like a warning. “Oh, hell.” One growled. A deep, chesty rumble. Another joined in. Their bodies low to the ground, muscles tensed, tails whipping side to side like they were counting down to attack. Then they ran at me. No more time to think. I didn’t hesitate. I let go. Bones cracked. Muscles tore and shifted. My skin rippled. Fur shot out like needles. My hands curved, fingers breaking and reforming into claws. My mouth stretched wide, jaw lengthening, teeth sharpening.

Look closer. Her gaze settled on a particularly weathered book tucked away near the corner. Its cover was simple, but a faint embossed design caught the light - a pair of intertwined wolves beneath a crescent moon. The image sent a shiver down her spine, and her fingers tingled as she pulled it from the shelf. She opened it carefully, the pages crackling with age. The script was ornate, the kind that took a moment to decipher, but the accompanying illustrations made her breath catch. Drawings of wolves with hollowed eyes and jagged teeth, their forms twisted and monstrous, filled the margins.

My body collided with his, knocking him away from Benita just in time. We tumbled across the ground, a chaotic mix of fur and vampire strength. I landed on top of him, pinning him down. A deep, vibrating growl erupted from my chest, echoing through the clearing like a thunderclap. The sheer force of my growl made everyone freeze in their tracks but not Damien. He kept on hissing at me while struggling against my hold. But my grip was unyielding, fueled by a primal fury that surged through my veins.

I growled, grabbing one of the books from his hand. Luka didn’t bother responding to me; his insufferable smile was enough to light the fire within me. Instead of letting him get to me, I opened the book I had snatched out of his hand and began to flip through the contents, pausing when a chapter title caught my interest.

POV: Rory Hale Another appeared ahead, cutting me off. My chest heaved, panic keen and scorching. “No, no, no…” I grabbed the nearest book and tossed it. It went straight through the monster like it was mist. But the mist hissed, pushing tighter, creating claws. “Help!” My voice cracked. “Somebody” And then the growl came. Deep. Savage. Close. A flurry of silver and black tore past the aisle, crashing into the gloom. Snarls filled the air, volumes flying, shelves cracking under the impact.

I could only hope that she would have settled in again by tonight, because otherwise I would be allowed to sleep on the couch one night again - and it was really uncomfortable. Sighing, I leaned back and opened the completely tattered book again, which I actually already knew by heart. But I wanted to repeat as much as possible today so that I could get off to a good start tomorrow. I ran my finger over the familiar table of contents. Foreword, evolution, instinct, social life, physiology, reproduction, ancestry, stem groups and subspecies. How many times had I made this movement with my finger? I couldn't count it anymore, but it was like a little ritual I had to go through before I could s

“Leave, again?” There was a small rumbling on his throat too, which made me blink in surprise. Was he…was he growling at me? Something flashes in my mind, something that I’ve read in one of my books about Zoology and Biology. There was a whole chapter entirely dedicated to how large predators faked being hurt or scared by their children to encourage them. As much as I wanted to do it to Kofi, since we were technically semi-predators as well, I found myself failing terribly. My mouth twitches, and I find myself clearing my throat just to stop myself from laughing at his attempt to scare me. His growl didn’t sound at all scary, it was pretty adorable.

The book remained silent, twisting its lips like a female putting on a gloss, “Well, I'm Cwena Engow, and this is Gerey -” “Spare me the details,” the book screamed loudly at her, “I know who you both are better than you both know yourself,” “Shhh, you're going to attract my mother's attention if you continue speaking with such volume. And how did you know us?” “Don't you dare lay as much as a finger on me,” with a scared tone, the book told Gerey who'd wanted to lift it unto his lap, “Unless - you want to burn me.”

But I was faster. I twisted its arm behind its back, forcing it to the ground. The shapeshifter let out a growl, its body contorting, trying to escape my hold. But I had it now. I could feel its pulse quicken under my grip, a weak thrum of life that wasn’t mine. “You’ve got nowhere to go,” I said, my voice a low growl. “Tell me where the real book is.” It snarled. “You think I’ll tell you?”

He moved between shelves, his eyes taking in every inch of the place. How he would have loved to take some scrolls and go through them, but something told him nothing would prove as important as whatever the water Grimoire was leading him to. As he approached the far end of the room, he saw a brown leather-bound book sitting on a tall stone pavement. The book gave off a brown glow, and it was vibrating as fast as the water Grimoire, giving off an energy that was... similar to the aura of an earth wolf. Alpha Killian smirked.