Goosebumps Werewolf Drawing Novels & Stories

I looked like a child playing dress-up. I walked out of the bathroom and Creed went in. I grabbed the book Liam lent me on werewolves earlier and moved to sit cross-legged on the bed. I opened up the book and on the first page was a drawing of a wolf. It was a decent drawing and it looked like the person took time shading it in. On the top corner of the page was a list of weaknesses and strengths. There were only three weaknesses which were; aconite, silver, and their mates. Their strengths included; superhuman strength, speed, nocturnal vision, ultrasonic hearing, rapid healing, and an enhanced sense of smell.

I glanced at her, and adjusted the blanket on her body. I sat at the edge of the bed without moving an inch. She sketched a wolf with grey eyes earlier, and insisted that the wolf in her drawing was a princess. The princess was coming to save the werewolves from an ancient curse. I couldn't shake the weird feeling I had when I stared at the wolf's grey eyes, and anytime I looked at the rough sketch, I felt like I had a connection with the picture. My thoughts were a tangled mess, louder than the silence that engulfed me.

“I’m assuming you didn’t get far into this when you were in my office.” I didn't. Looking back at the book, he turns several pages, with so much ease until he finds what he’s looking for. The page contains unusual, detailed drawings of human-like anatomies, each figure marked with different-sized spheres glowing at their centers. “These,” he says, pointing with a long finger, “are the moon hearts buried in the core of almost every werewolf. I like to call them moon balls.” A sad, wry smile touches his lips as he says it.

Walking into the water, I grabbed it up gently, trying to see its paw, " Aww! It's okay. I got you. Maybe I can give you a little help." Surprisingly, he let me check on his paw calmly. I saw a small bruise on it. When I touched it gently, it yelped in pain. I forgot about the sunset and began to walk out. A group of running footsteps stopped me abruptly in the water. Twelve large werewolves appeared in front of me, their eyes laying on the pup in my hand. The one in front shifted quicker than my blink, muttering with a smirk,

Whoever drew it had spent time on the hands, the fingers coming to points, too many knuckles in them, and I sat there on my husband's bed and could not stop looking at the hands. The head was the worst and I made myself go to it last. Long through the jaw, the skull pulled forward into something built around the mouth, and the mouth open in the drawing to show what it was for. This wasn’t a wolf. I want to call it a wolf because a wolf I could hold in my head, I've stood in a room with wolves, I'm married to the largest one alive, and I am one. This wasn't that. A wolf is an animal and knows it. This thing in the drawing had been made to know things, and the man who drew it had wanted you to

Lukan is genuinely kind and possesses a pure heart, that much my wolf knows for certain, and I trust his spirit. He flips the notebook back to the early pages, which include countless drawings of pack boardrooms, long trail crossings, stacks of territory treaties, and random mugs of bean sap in different dens. I look over his shoulder as his eyes devour each sketch again. Then, my sharp eyes notice the sudden pattern shift in the drawings. “What is it?” He searches my face, immediately noticing the shift in my scent.

The little black cat curled up in her lap as usual. "Tonight we find out the real skinny on this, kitty," she murmured as she opened the heavy book to the page she had marked. "I don't even know what I'm looking for any more but I hope I find it soon." She opened the book to the place she'd marked, two pages of hand-drawn sketches. One of the drawings especially caught her eye. The face of the wolf looked almost human and she had the bizarre feeling the animal was staring out at her from the page.

I add some simple decorations as well as more chairs and things that we will need. It does not take long for me to finish the decorations. Since nobody is here yet, I venture out to the front of the building facing the witches and add a fountain. This fountain shows a witch befriending a werewolf. On the opposite side, facing the werewolf side, I made the opposite to the first fountain. This one shows a werewolf curling up next to a witch on a field of flowers.

I said moving closer to where she was,s she didn't have to reply cause I saw the drawings seated at her table, they were excellent. There was a carving of a wolf and a baby and another with a wolf and a little girl and the last one she was still working on had a wolf and a young lady, if looked closely you would see that these drawings looked alike in appearance both the girls and the wolves. “ you drew all these?” “Yea, h I can't remember where I learned how to nor where I saw these images” I took the drawings and stared at them for a while and realized it was a trilogy, the different stages of both their lives like they were growing together.