Novel & Cerita Goosebumps Werewolf Skin Book

One never knew when that information could come in handy. Plus, it’d help to pass the time and keep me busy. Sounded like a win-win to me. There was some type of writing on the front that I couldn’t read, but I could feel the power radiating off of the book. Strangely, Bex couldn’t feel it. I opened the cover, revealing an intricate colored illustration that showed a large silver wolf standing below a blood moon, its head tilted back in a howl. Light from the moon fell in rays onto the wolf.

“Of course, you weren't." My eyes lingered on the book and I could tell he was watching my every move—from the way I dragged my tongue to my patched lips, to the way I anxiously blinked my lashes. I was certain he could listen to the rapid sound of my heartbeat too—werewolves had such a signet. The moment was awkward and I couldn't keep up the pretence any longer. He suddenly broke the silence between us, “Hold on," his hands took the book on my lap and his fingers accidentally brushed my knees. Shit! Goosebumps instantly popped on my skin.

Its cover bore a sigil she recognized from his ring a crescent moon entwined with a wolf’s head. She nodded obediently, but curiosity clawed at her like an itch under the skin. When he left the room, she stared at the red book until the shadows grew long. Then, unable to resist, she touched the cover. The leather pulsed beneath her fingers alive. The latch came undone with a soft click. Inside, the pages were filled with hand-drawn diagrams of moons, human anatomy, and wolves mid-shift bones cracking, bodies half-transformed. Beneath one sketch was a name scrawled in ink:

He wasn't a wolf, so I should be at peace. I was bored, so I decided to take a stroll. Staying indoors was becoming suffocating. I put on a pink gown over silver shorts, a very funny way to dress, and took a walk beside the garden of my apartment building. I had never really ventured around here; I was always focused on school, school, school. My thoughts kept drifting back to the werewolf thing. Eventually, I found myself in the local library looking for a book to borrow. One title caught my attention: The Book of Outer Land.

“It is going to be so cool to get hands-on training from one of my father’s pack members. I couldn’t have asked for anything better.” Amber’s book delivery arrived earlier than expected and Caleb eagerly assisted her with bringing them in from the car. There were quite a few boxes and Caleb prayed that at least one of them would hold a nugget of gold for him. As luck would have it, the boxes contained three werewolf books that Caleb had not seen before. One, in particular, caught his eye. It was all about new wolves and their experiences when first transitioning. He couldn’t wait to get home and start reading it. He’d already paged through it in the store and noted the similarities between h

I was overwhelmed with my thoughts when Fidel dropped on the couch beside me. “Look at this, Ruby,” he showed a book to me. “What is it?” I asked, looking at him. “It’s the story of werewolves. I have been to the bookstore lately and I found this baby there. It’s interesting,” he said. I took the book from him. The cover contained a picture of a human and a wolf. Could it be what I’m experiencing? I turned over the book to read the blurb. It’s about the theory guiding the transformation of werewolves.

What in the world is going on? My mouth dropped in awe as some writing began to come up on the book, I wanted to take my hands off the book and scream out my lungs in fear but for some reasons I couldn't , I just watched in shock and as soon as it stopped I lifted the book up to my face to see what was written there. You shiver when you always think of, A werewolf in the night, They eat human flesh so yuck and sticky, But it’s just in your mind You might think there’s a creepy castle,

It has an Italian written word, boldly written in golden shades. "Werewolves In America." I flipped through the first page, reading through the lines. There were a few names of werewolves who were said to have lived in the past two centuries when the werewolf breeds came into existence. I had to jump pages as I kept flipping through pages upon pages. I got to a certain page with a drawing of a werewolf Alpha. Its face looked quite scary, having a slight resemblance of the giant who had attacked me the previous night. I flinched at the loud sound of a book hitting the table. My heart skyrocketed for a brief moment. "What the fuck was that for?!" I yelled after seeing Nicole and Brenna.

Oh, right, Ethan hadn't seen proof of my situation. Celeste gestured to a large bookshelf at the back of the room. With a flick of her wrist, a thick, leather-bound book floated off the shelf and landed with a thud on the table in front of us. “This,” she said, flipping it open to a page filled with intricate illustrations of massive, terrifying wolves, “is what you’re dealing with.” I leaned over the table, staring at the image. The wolf in the drawing was monstrous, with glowing eyes and claws like daggers. A chill ran down my spine.

She laughed. The sound of her laughter was quite unsettling, but I shook it away. “I would know if I could read it.” I answered, downplaying the feeling that was rising in my gut. Her brow lifted slightly. “Oh.” She glanced at the book and pulled a chair back. “Do you mind? ”I shook my head. “No. ”Gently, she sank into the chair and turned the book towards herself, flipping it open to the first page. “They were rumors of werewolves who could bend nature to their will. Their abilities were like nothing ever seen and dreaded. Those who weren’t killed were—”She stopped suddenly, pressing her lips into a thin line.