Creepypasta Husky Novels & Stories

I told him as I bit him until he died and turned into ash. Since the situation had calmed down, I rushed to check into Anastasia's tent myself. Hugo was fighting 5 middle-class vampires and 3 high-class vampires in his wolf form. His wolf, Erik, was a huge red wolf with brown eyes. Although Erik wasn't as big as Axel, it was capable of tearing 4 middle-class vampires apart easily.

Agatha's husky laugh broke the silence, her voice rich with mockery. "Alpha, my dear, your humor never ceases, does it? Not even with the shadow of death lingering over you like a greedy crow," she cackled, her eyes twinkling with an unholy glee. "You, poor, naive pup. We have no intention of indulging your carnivorous fancies. Tonight, we dine on a far more exotic fare—Soup ala Werewolf, seasoned with the irony of your misplaced jests.” Her words hung in the musty air of the dungeon, a chilling reminder of the grim fate awaiting their captive lycanthrope. The Alpha's grin wavered, but he met her gaze with a steely resolve, refusing to let the fear show in his eyes.

So it’s kinda like a secret organization where we track corrupt werewolves of the upper ranks, regardless of whether they’re fucking alphas, betas, or gammas. What we do after depends on whether they are willing to talk. And I hate small talks. . . . PRESENT Last night had been brutal. None of them spilled the tea about that fucking coward. The guy named Hades is a gamma from the Southern Crest Pack, and a sicko for sending pups in for sex trafficking. Yeah, you read that right. Pups! My head throbbed as I walked into the kitchen, pulling out my blue coffee mug. “Rough night?” Pixie asked. She was seated at the table sipping her own coffee and a newspaper in hand.

Dela’s lips spread into a sinister smile. “Mel, help me, Please!” Audra screamed. I looked around frantically. “It’s not real. It’s not real.” I chanted to myself. Squeezing my eyes shut, I covered my ears, shaking my head. Audras screamed pierced through my covered ears. My eyes shot open. A disgusting creature stood before me, taking the place of Dela, it's back facing me. It was covered in spikes. Puss-filled sacks covered its body. It’s armed long and boney. Its claws crusted with blood. The smell of rotting flesh filled the air and a sour taste settled on my tongue. Its hair was patchy and oily. Its skin grey.

She forgot to retract her Wolf's ears, she shook her head slightly to retract her ears. As the Wolf howled got closer and closer, the girl heard rolling her eyes one turn and rushing toward the lighted houses in the distance. It was clear that the wolf howling was the wolf's call to find his fellow wolves, but the werewolf girl seemed alert and very hasty. It's dark, but outside the road people are still traveling a lot. The girl hid in the bushes in the dark corner, her eyes filled with amazement, looking around. A strange noise approached the bush where the girl was. The girl was very alert but also did not shy away, she silently watched the side that made the noise.

But they had to hurry- it wouldn't take them long to figure out what or rather who was under the hood. The person in the center took one last look at the retreating figures of the werewolves and breathed a sigh of relief. It had been easy to distract the hycwens with a sudden appearance, yet the hycwens were a notorious breed known for their bloodlust, though they were a bit dim-witted. 20 feet above the ground, the hycwens' mouths continued to bicker, "Is it dead? I wanted to play with it a bit.." The person whirled around and stood on their feet in one swift move, discarding the hood.

Her words are cold and dripping with sin. I shake my head, pleading, “Please let them go!” Each and every scream tears through me like shards of poisoned glass. I see fear and horror in Nana’s eyes as the flames claim her, I see little Marlene crying for help that never comes and I breathe in the smell of Hayden’s charred skin. No, please no! The woman’s laughter is filled with nothing but hatred. “Alisa….my succubus, come to me.” She turns her head around to face me and I scream.’

his words sharp and edged with disbelief. Sarai’s heart raced as she dared to peek through the keyhole. Her breath caught in her throat, her sapphire eyes widening in horror. What she saw sent a chill down her spine—Hugo standing amidst the wreckage, his sea-green eyes locked on a monstrous figure she barely recognized. It was a wolf, but not just any wolf. This one had light brown fur with a black patch across its back, its amber eyes glowing with a cruel intensity. The creature stood beside another, darker figure—Malrik—his grin wide with satisfaction.

Stars exploded across my vision. Silas — the man whose walking pace seemed mathematically calibrated — actually had a tail? With shaking hands, I posted my very first question on Mischief & Mayhem: "Saw someone with a black heart-shaped tail. AR filter or actual monster?" Within a minute, a user with a DemonHunter_Official avatar replied: "Filter my ass! That's an incubus bloodline awakening. Judging by the curvature of that tail — RUN. This one's clearly in heat. Stay any longer and he'll drain you dry!"

However, there was no way Silly Husky would let her have her way. Greta was unable to do anything to stop him, and she panicked. "Give me back my longevity, you despicable human and dog!" She screamed hysterically. Chase's lips curled. He ordered Silly Husky, "Suck her dry!" Silly Husky barked excitedly when he received the orders. Greta's black smoke gradually faded as Silly Husky absorbed every wisp of her. It was done! 'Is that all there is to the Nefarious Cyclone General, Greta Lively?' Chase wondered.