Goosebumps Werewolf Skin Book Novels & Stories

I whisper, and he brings out a basin full of crimson liquid. Thinner than blood, but it has the same color and the same metallic smell. He slides it over to my side, making me nauseous with the smell. “Hold out your hand and dip it all the way into the potion, up to your wrists.” He demonstrates it to me, slipping his hand into the liquid. When he lifts it out of the basin, his skin is glowing gold. “I’m a Werewolf, so my skin becomes gold. Witches’ skin turn black. Go on, let’s see.”

Something primal. My skin prickled. Not from cold. From him. The growl came next—low, guttural, vibrating through the ground into my bones. I pressed myself harder against the tree. A shape moved at the top of the incline—massive, black-furred, eyes glowing amber in the moonlight. The wolf was enormous. Bigger than any I’d ever seen in Silver Moon. Scars crisscrossed his muzzle, his shoulders, his flanks. He looked like he’d been carved from night and violence.

A guttural, low growl tore from deep within my chest, shattering the quiet of the library like breaking glass. I burst through the final row of bookshelves, the sheer force of my movement sending heavy texts crashing loudly to the floor. The beast beneath my skin roared to life, my vision tinting a dangerous, predatory blue as my wolf surged straight to the surface, demanding blood. Caleb spun around, his face instantly draining of all color as the phone slipped from his fingers, clattering loudly against the stone floor.

There, she finally found what I'd left for her. Inside were property deeds in her name, contracts for several shops as gifts, the most secure gold investments, and a handwritten letter from me. Lily ripped the letter open in her excitement. Fat teardrops rolled down her cheeks, splattering onto the paper. I told her I'd taken care of everything for her. She wasn't a maid anymore. Now, she was a free werewolf, able to go wherever she wanted and had nothing holding her back. I also warned her not to rush into finding a mate.

Never will forceful s*x reign my life again never! Low growls surround me. Am popped out my soliloquizing world. I gasp. Unlike before, am circulated by all sex starving guards. They lick their lip's non stop. Their every action send cold chilly air up my skin. The lip licking is excessive. Am no meal. Am a werewolf as them. They don't intend devouring me like a meal right?. Right?. I shiver and gulp harder. They move closer. Their every step heighten my fear.

But as I grew more confident in my abilities, I began to experiment with more dangerous feats. One night, as I walked through the forest behind the pack house, I felt a strange tingling in my fingertips. I looked up at the moon and felt a surge of energy coursing through my body. And then I began to change. My skin rippled and twisted, my bones elongating and shifting. Fur sprouted from every pore, and my teeth sharpened into fangs. In mere seconds, I had transformed into a werewolf with some special powers I still couldn't explain

From the size and smell of the werewolf, he could tell that it was female, and that angered him the more. “I will make an example of you tonight,” he sneered at the offending werewolf and proceeded to dig his teeth into her skin. He heard Vak screaming, “No!” but he couldn’t care less. Fueled by his rage, he began to rip apart the she-wolf beneath him who was already too weak to even fight back for her life. ********

His mother half yelled. Xan hunny.. food is ready. Lexa yelled. Okay Mom.. I'll be down there very soon. Roxanne half yelled too. God! This horror book wasn't horrific at all. It was enticing..she wanted nothing except the book. She was already in the Fourth chapter, the chapter was all about humans transforming into wolves during every full moon. There was a small note saying; _I *wrote this book_ _because I want_ _every other teenager_ _out there, who has been_ _given the gift to transform_ _every full moon to be Happy_ _about their gift._

The girl recoiled, choking on the suffocating stink of dog and sweat. A deathly blue light flashed in the darkness, and the werewolf, growling and howling, rolled on the ground, enveloped in a ghostly glow. With horror, Lesana saw a terrible animal head on human shoulders. The creature fell to all fours, arching its spine unnaturally. Tearing clothes crackled, revealing not human skin, but wet animal skin.

I got up from the bed and walked around the room, still no pain, how weird. I noticed the bookshelf and decided to take a look. There were so many books, some with older worn covers and others a bit more newer looking. I picked up a small red book and read the cover ‘A Lycanthropy Reader; WEREWOLVES IN WESTERN CULTURE’. I flicked through the pages and put it back on the shelf, a little too intense for some early morning reading. I picked up another one and read the cover, ‘The Garden of Eden’ by Ernest Hemingway. Not what I expected from a teenage werewolf soon-to-be-Alpha. I put it back and my eyes fell on a really older looking book. I pulled it out and it was big and very heavy. It looked