Goosebumps Werewolf Drawing Novels & Stories

"Who are we fighting against? Or should I ask what are we fighting against?" Eira feared he wouldn't answer because he opened the spell-book again. The sound of pages flipping filled the air apart from the cracking of burning flames about to extinguish. Then, he stopped at a page. Silently, Josh passed the book towards her and gestured her to read. Her eyes first went to the hand-drawn pictures on it. At the top a full moon; a naked man at one end, in the middle what seemed to be a man with a bad posture like her—a hunched back, with hairy body and at the other end, a beast. A four legged hairy beast with sharp canines and claws. A wolf. Then her eyes flitted to the heading and a sigh of awe

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!

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’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

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.

For a moment her face was hidden by her messy light brown hair, but then she looked up to reveal her face. His sharp dark green eyes scanned my face then turned to the face of the child in my arms. At this close distance I could see a wound on one of his eyebrows which was still bleeding a little. And from this close distance I can smell its unique aroma; this man is a werewolf, and he has a very strong aura similar to Alex. Those green eyes returned to my face, then I realized that He was waiting for my answer. "Thank you" I muttered hoarsely.

Peering through the leaves, my eyes widened in astonishment at the scene unfolding before me. A figure emerged from the dense bush, their silhouette was towering and muscular. My breath hitched as I recognized the shape of a man, a human. But there was something off, something wild in his stance and movements. Suddenly, in a swift, fluid motion, the man's body contorted and expanded, his limbs elongating and thickening. Before my eyes, he transformed into a towering, majestic werewolf, his fur as dark as the night sky.