Goosebumps Werewolf Drawing Novels & Stories

The wolf's eyes are just as piercing, full of arrogance and amusement. Nina chuckles quietly to herself. She's good at this. The wolf's defiant expression mirrors Lucien's perfectly. Above its head, she adds a speech bubble: *"Huh, ignorant little girls, all falling for my handsome appearance? You have no idea I'm actually a monster!"* And then, for the final touch, Nina draws a ridiculous pink bow on the wolf's disheveled hair and outfits it in a three-point swimsuit, a stark contrast to the imposing figure Lucien cuts on stage. The juxtaposition is too much-Nina almost bursts out laughing.

"You drew this before you met me?" He just smiles. "And this is you," he says to Fulvio. And sure enough, there's a giant wolf fighting another giant wolf. He has drawn the one's fur in orange and the other's a blue-black.

Scanning the mark over her ass cheek in the depression of what called it the Dimple of Venus, I started to draw the same over the forest floor. It came out to be a shape, a weird one. The mark was something close to resembling a round hollow sphere with a half howling wolf. The mane of that wolf looked like it radiated light. Under the head of the wolf, there appeared to be some landscape, which I struggled to draw but couldn’t. The mark was tiny.

In the moonlit night that graced the small window of the cottage, Alpha George, a towering brown werewolf with fur as dark as the shadows, emerged from the dense woods. His eyes glowed with fierce intensity, revealing the primal rage that consumed him. His snout, stained with the blood of his recent prey, reflected the ferocity of his existence. Across the cottage, Diana sensed the impending threat.

The Moon was heading west, which was supposed to be a time when werewolves were losing their strength during the night, but it seemed to have no effect on the giant wolf. The constriction circles he drew with his tail became smaller and smaller, his golden eyes were bloodshot, and the heat from his nose made my long chestnut hair fly up over my bare back. As the wolf got closer and closer, I had to curl up little by little until I could no longer curl up.

Until he raised his hand. “How will I know if they are rogues or newborns?” Zeev surprisingly clapped his hands. “As expected, you’re such a great student! Asking very important question, right Tyr?” He then looked at his cousin, giving him the honor to answer Zane. “True werewolves have prints. These are marks you can see anywhere in their body, either in their human or wolf form. Newborns don’t bear any prints or mark because they’re originally humans.”

Shifting to early is often painful, causing the others still in the veil to share the pain. Braxton seemed satisfied with that answer. Considering he could no longer feel her and she was safe. Fascinated by the lore and legends he pushed me to keep reading. Flipping through the most recent book she had given me “Rare and Mythical Werewolf breeds” a full page drawing caught Braxton’s attention. “What’s that?” He asked. The drawing depicted a wolf standing upright, looking half human but definitely wolf. The head of a wolf, body covered in hair. Hands and fingers elongated into claws. Massive muscles bulging.

Daniel crosses his arms immediately bringing out his serious face. “I was making a research last night in my dad’s library, I found more books that explained things to me” she took out a little jotter from her backpack and we surrounded her as she opened it, there were diagrams of some creatures there, one looked like a werewolf but in a bigger form. “This", I pointed to the picture. "What is it called?”

The script was too ancient for me to understand so I focused on the drawings instead. The first one had a group of living beings, werewolves living together in a community, eating, relaxing, and living peacefully. The second one showed a few of them going on hunting and killing off the wild beasts easily. The leader seemed to have gained a lot of power and the next one showed him becoming more powerful and standing tall while addressing his pack. The drawings were fading away so I couldn’t catch all of it, but it seemed that this leader challenged the Moon Goddess herself, as he seemed to be jumping towards the moon with his claws pierced out.

The scientist smiled and pressed the remote he was holding. The man named Uno stopped running when he felt a pain in his head. He stopped running and growl. He looked behind him to see what the scientist was doing, but he had run a long way in just one minute. “Ahh!” he cried out again when he felt the pain again. He fell on the ground and suddenly felt all his bones cracking and his body felt so hot. As he crawls on the ground, he felt that he’s slowly changing into something… a werewolf!