Fazbear Frights #13 Novels & Stories

Christine was anxious, yet she did not dare to act rashly. "My boss will be very angry if he finds out about this," Christine said. "Sure. Tell me, who is your boss? Who owns the Fittro Club? If he does get mad, just go ahead and tell him that we did this." Warren knew that the owner of Fittro Club was also a werewolf. However, he didn't think the owner would go against them for Gloria's sake. In Gabbs, though Warren and Lanny's packs weren't as formidable as the Black Thorn Pack, they were quite powerful too.

For the good of civilization. There are designated shifter packs that take care of the problem, and this one has been chasing me through three states. They call themselves The Fox Hounds. Wild shifter hunters and I am their main target. My bear catches their scent and the hairs on his back stand up. He lowers his head and growls at the approaching sound. Behind the exhaust of those engines, that familiar smell reaches our nostrils and I'm overcome with a sense of dread. What the hell is he doing here?

Emily and Liam's vision of a formidable wolf pack is becoming a reality. But as they revel in their newfound unity, a chilling howl echoes in the distance. The sound carries a warning, a clear indication that their peaceful existence is about to be challenged. The rival pack emerges from the shadows, their eyes filled with hostility and their fangs bared in aggression. Emily's heart races as she exchanges a determined glance with Liam. The Red Teary Moon Pack stands tall, ready to defend their territory and their bond. The tension in the air is palpable as the rival pack approaches, their leader taking a step forward, a growl rumbling deep within their throat.

"Thanks, Mom. Any word from your council contacts?" She settled into the rocking chair, looking more like the mother I remembered from my childhood than the polished socialite she'd become. "Margaret Thompson called an hour ago. She's convinced her husband – you remember Thomas, the bank director? – to look into some suspicious accounts." Derek's phone buzzed with a text. "Jacob's team found something at the warehouse district," he reported, scanning the message. "Signs of recent werewolf activity. Multiple packs." My heart rate quickened. "Drag's gathering forces."

Memory lane... Azelbub's forest The werewolf in their midst shook like he was having an intense seizure, his eyes rolled skyward and his fingers were curved into talons. All the cult members raised their hands to the sky, thinking it was normal. Maris stood behind the tree, staring at the eye candies in front of her. She held up her phone, not wanting to miss an opportunity to get paid for taking such pictures to the broadcasting house. Plus, their butts were attractive, round and molded from heaven.

Today's events were not something that those under 16 were allowed to watch. Soon the chains around the ring were broken, and the fighter of Wild Fang's pack, Zayden Will, got thrown out of the ring. There were several bloody slashes of claws on his body. Gritting his teeth, he rose, transformed into his grey wolf form, and got back into the ring quickly.

“It’s time to see your friend.” I only cover my breasts and between my legs so he thinks I care. I awkwardly stumble along beside him because his hand is gripping my arm to the point of snapping the bone. Comply, I tell myself. Rebelling won’t help get Cori out of here, so I do my best to keep up as he leads me through one of the most disgusting places I’ve ever seen. Dead animals with beady eyes follow us. Fernandez’s home with his prized taxidermy collection burned down. This must be his replacement. The hunting trophies give me the creeps and now I realize Fernandez’s eyes look exactly like these animal’s eyes. Dead.

“O-okay.” “I don’t know if we’re running into a battle, so when we get back, I need you to find somewhere safe. Preferably in the packhouse. There will be people there that will protect you.” I nodded, fully clothed now. Suddenly I heard the gut wrenching crunch of bones breaking and couldn’t tear my eyes from Zak as his body twisted and contorted quickly. His body grew larger and carmel fur sprouted from his skin. In just seconds, the large be

If only I had held onto Finnick’s hand, perhaps he wouldn’t be in this position. Suddenly, a strange growl interrupted us, and I jumped in surprise. “Mommy!” Finnick screamed. The growl had come from behind us. My entire body shook as I turned around and pointed my flashlight in the direction of the sound, and then my eyes widened in horror. It was a bear. The beast’s eyes flashed green and it growled again as it shifted a little from the light beam. This time, the sound was louder, and I caught a glimpse of the animal’s teeth as is widened its mouth.

A werebear crashed onto my back as I made my way through the forest and with a ferocious growl I shrugged him off and sank my claws right into his heart. I retracted my claws and followed the voices which were more like chants and the light which seemed to be from a fire. Everything within me told me Thea was there and she was unsafe and as I finally reached the clearing a dangerously low growl escaped me. A few werebears noticed me and gasped in shock, etching away from me in fear as everything within me vibrated in anger and pure rage as I stared at Thea tied up against a log of wood and unconscious.