Creepypasta Husky Novels & Stories

“First of all, her blood sample reveals she’s a hybrid; born of a human parent and a werewolf parent.” “I know. What else?” “There’s a strong presence of phencyclidine in her blood.” “What’s that?” I asked. “Phencyclidine is a dissociative anesthetic known for its mind-altering effects such as hallucinations, distorted perception of sounds and violent behavior to mention but a few.” Silence fell into the room as I recalled what the spy sent to the hamlet reported last night, about hearing a female possibly my mate screaming. “Is there anything else?” I asked.

Unfortunately, I couldn’t take over the pack until he was completely out of the picture, so now we had to find him. One problem at a time though. First, we had a problem to solve. How to save five supernaturals that have been entirely taken over by an evil wolf and his… whatever Maximillian is, without anyone ending up dead in the process. And, who for good measure, likely have cyanide capsules somewhere in their bodies. Before even getting to that, Lyla. I freed Lyla from the chains, helping her brush away the leftover wolfsbane stuck to her skin. I stepped over the wolfsbane to reach Ali where he lay on the floor, covered in blood, crouching next to him.

She cried out, the impact rattling her bones. “You think you’re special?” Rheya spat, stalking forward with her claws unsheathed, her eyes glowing with wolf’s fire. “You’re nothing. A stray. A wolfless rogue. A curse.” Nyra pushed to her knees, trembling, her lips parting to beg, but Rheya gave her no chance. She lunged, her strength overwhelming. Nyra barely rolled aside, the floor scraping her skin raw. “I won’t let you keep him bound,” Rheya growled.

This was the only chance that they were going to receive to slam their cock inside the fuck hole of their Luna. So they used and abused this chance until their mouths were full of the taste of Maya’s skin and her cum, and their cocks were purple and drained of every drop of cum. On the other hand, Vishous was not having anything different. His cock was looking like a burning rod from cumming so much. His eyes had changed to his wolf's. Like an animal's lethal and starving eyes that were ready to devour its next prey. His claws were out. It looked like he was almost in pain from restraining himself from beasting out.

His breathing was rigid and heavy and although I couldn't get a good look at his face, I was pretty sure that his pupils had turned to slits. I was too afraid to make any kind of noise. I knew that their mindsets changed as they did during this night and pretty much only focused on their bloodlust and the pain that they felt because of it. I noticed how Nico's hands were shaking even after he had balled them into fists. This morning's conversation kept creeping back to me as my worries grew and grew. Something happened to his last pet during the last blood moon. I could give a pretty good guess as to what happened, but Nico was very upset once Xander brought it up.

SARAH'S POV I sat there in the cold dark alley for quite a while and not even a rat passed by, I was starting to get scared when I heard faint laughter, more like a chuckle from afar. The sound became louder and clearer. It was no longer just the sound of laughter, I could now hear footsteps approaching. The closer they came the clearer their voices, they sound like nice people, I should probably ask them for help. What will I say though, I can't possibly tell them that I'm a vampire princess who came here through a porthole and woke up, then blacked out, then woke up again in a place where I was stabbed with needles and driven away by the smell of blood and somehow ended up here with no one

Cherie How can happiness be so fleeting? From being happy and content one second, to terrified the next. The beast in front of me snarls, its golden eyes pinning me with a look that sends bile rising up to my throat. I don’t know how one would describe the scent of death perfectly, but this monster is the embodiment of the word. It’s incredibly taller, even taller than Creed or Alpha Kai, covered in black fur, and standing on two legs. With claws the size of a grown man’s full hand, sickly yellow eyes, and scars littered all over its body, I know this is Creed’s Lycan.

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.

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Jasper looks suspicious, but kisses her hand and waits to hear what she has to say. “Dad- uh, I-I mean, Mister Cirillo bought us a puppy to be friends with our wolves. His name is Mister Happy. He’s a Saint Barnyard and still in our bedroom.” Kara pouts to match Katie. Jasper suppresses a laugh at her mispronunciation. “He’ll be sad without us.”