Halloween Werewolf Animatronics Novels & Stories

“She’s a werewolf hunter. Jones hired her to come after you and the rest of the pack.” I stopped, looking at him with shock. “Really?” I started laughing. “She has no idea what she’s getting into, does she?” Earl shook his head. “I think we need to take this one seriously,” he said. “She’s the best out there. Took out Danny Elliot yesterday.” I was impressed. Danny Elliot was a bad wolf who took great pleasure in stealing as much money from humans as he could. There were rumors he would torture them a little if they were reluctant to “invest” in him.

For now, she’d have to be the werewolf’s assistant. The End!

They could hardly realize that it was already midnight. The dance floor was on the open ground, and they could all see the full moon rising above in the sky. It was 12 a.m. already. Ella was alarmed to see the full moon. A chill ran down her spine. But it was already too late for any sort of preparation. Alpha Gabriel had already stripped himself in front of her. He slowly released her from his arms that were encircling her waist. It was a chaotic moment for Ella as all the werewolf couples dancing around had already stripped themselves. The music from the DJ was replaced by the howling sound of the wolves, as many of them had already shifted into ferocious wolf forms.

He said with a cheeky smile. "Really perv. You would prefer to be chased all around the condo huh"? I asked in amazement. "Yup, I don't mind that at all." He said looking truly unbotherd. This man is so annoying. Who am I even deceiving, I have to eat first before I can have enough strength to go after a full grown stubborn werewolf. I do not want to faint from the hunger and exhaustion from chasing him for God knows how many hours so I better eat first. hopefully, he will not be going anywhere today.

It was so much so that he ran over to the guy and hugged him from the back. “Good morning!” he said while his face was buried in Nico’s shoulder, sniffing. “You still… smell so good…” “Seriously, man? You do know that werewolves think I stink, right?” said the vampire, who was surprised by the act, but didn’t make any moves to push his friend away. Even with the question, Ben didn’t stop with the sniffing. It wasn’t as forceful as how he did it last night, considering he now had better mental faculties.

He quickly carried the body of the wild boar on his shoulder, intending to hide the carcass of this wild boar in a discreet place, and then slowly dispose of it. However, as soon as Adam saw the carcass of the wild boar, he left. A hunter chased after him, suddenly shouting. “Don't let it run away. This is a werewolf, we must beat it to death. In the town, the head of a wolf as big as this, should at least be exchanged for several hundred gold coins.”

POV: Silas Location: Warehouse, Shadwell Time: Two Days Before Callum's Release I'm processing a werewolf corpse when Tom arrives with the special order. The body on my table is fresh, maybe six hours dead. Male wolf, mid-thirties, killed in the fighting pits. Clean death, throat torn out, organs intact. The necromancers will pay well for the heart and liver. The medical students will take tissue samples for research. The vampire collector wants the eyes for some experiment I don't ask about.

I folded my lips and smacked them. "It's a Horror movie," I say simply. "Really," Vy says perking up at the word horror and I nodded. "We can watch it sometime together," I suggested, and she smiled nodding her head hastily. "Werewolves are the things that are not real. I'm 100% sure Annabelle is, I search it and they have the real doll and the other haunted items in some museum in Monroe," I gave her a dumbfounded look. "I can admit that werewolves are not real but come on," I say chuckling.

The temperature drops hard enough to frost the stones. Garrick stumbles back a step. “What—” Something climbs through. Not a creature. A construct. Tall, jointed wrong, built of shadow and bone-light, its shape constantly shifting like the world can’t decide what it’s supposed to be. No face. No eyes. Just a hollow where hunger lives. My wolf snarls viciously. Kill it. “This was not part of the deal!” Garrick shouts, fury and fear cracking his voice. Ah.