Goosebumps Werewolf Drawing Novels & Stories

They give the gifts to fluffy-haired Esme who stands regally, her expression serious. There is one whole page of panels devoted to me. I seem to be speaking (again, no speech bubbles, so no clues there). I gesture with my hands and lines appear in the panel, and I recognize it as Luka drawing the veil effect that I created earlier in training. The werewolves watch me intently. On the next page, there is a man and woman who are kissing on the stairwell in the shadows. I feel my face heating up.

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.

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 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.

The bushes rustle and twigs snap under heavy steps. “Be prepared. We’re not alone anymore,” I whisper. From the shadows step monstrous figures, inhumanely large and muscular, with disproportionately big heads, green skin, lupine ears, and boar-like lower canines. They hunch forward, ape-like, as if failed human experiments. As they approach, we totter back in fear. “Werewolves,” one of them chuckles darkly. “You already have the entire kingdom. Why come here to steal our lands too?”

Our fingers brushed briefly but it was enough to feel something course through me. I ignored it. I took the paper from her and looked down. I stilled as her drawing stared back at me. She had drawn me as a wolf.