Into The Woods Big Bad Wolf Novels & Stories

Hannah whispered to him, giving him a small smile. “What do you want?” Asher yelled, turning to look at Knox. “Bad guy..what do bad guys want…money, power, control. Same deal. I want Red Woods…I want to destroy Cross River.” Knox said grinning. The hall door busted open, wood shattering out into the room. A large dark gray wolf came bursting through, flanking his sides were several other wolves, all eyes glowing white except the one glowing ice blue. The back door to the hall busted open, another swarm of wolves came rushing in. The deep chocolate wolf leading the way, eyes glowing ice blue, looked fierce. Her eyes locked with the dark gray wolf as a silent order was given to surround the ro

And so as she watch her mum’s slender figure disappear into the shadows of the night, all she could was seat still just as she had been instructed, wiping the tears with the back of her palms from time to time until she fell asleep right there out in the night, worn out by all the tears she had to cry, and the thoughts of abandonment she had to sieve through in her head. The kids her age in the orphanage didn’t really make it easy to have friends. They called her “crazy Mowgli”, and it wasn’t until she was able to read and write that she could truly understand what the words meant and how she had come to be known as that. It was then she found a copy of “The jungle book” in the orphanage lib

I ceased to resist that syringe and let her stick the needle in my arm. “Where am I?” “You are in a safe place. We help people like you to get better. You will be called for interrogation in a few minutes.” People like me? What does she mean by people like me? “Lady, what do you mean? What interrogation?” Turning a deaf ear to the words that came out of my mouth she exited the room. Abruptly a vague souvenir struck me, I was in the woods questing for Ella, but she was nowhere to be found. I tumbled to the ground and lost my consciousness. I recollect getting back up in the same place, exactly like what I dreamt. That rock in my hand, the odor of blood, striking a head … a head … no no no! So

My brother… the fun we had had… my father… and his evilness… the pack I had left behind… Rafe… and everything we should have been… and Carter… the other big bad wolf who came into my life… or stupidly, that I allowed in… Maybe if I had not allowed another big bad wolf into my life then none of this would be happening, I thought with sadness. I felt my body shudder as blackness took over me…

The forest, with its tall trees and dancing shadows, was a place that always provided comfort to the twins. As they reached the edge of the forest, the fury inside them reached a boiling point. In an instant, they transformed into their magnificent forms of red-eyed black wolves. The metamorphosis was majestic, their black fur and bright eyes highlighting the strength and intensity that resided within them. The wolves ran through the forest with impressive speed. Each step was a release for the pent-up energy and conflicting feelings that consumed them. The forest echoed with the sound of branches breaking under their powerful paws as they moved in a wild dance of emotions.

“That’s when I heard the dog on the steps. “I heard its nails first. Oh, God . . . we used to have a black lab. Lady. When it’d storm at night, she’d always try to get into bed with us. You’d hear her climb the steps and it was exactly like that. That scratchy sound on the steps. Slow. Timid, I guess. It was like that. Then the steps started to creak loud, like when Ed goes up and down. And I— I got this picture in my head, it was like I could see it. See its shadow on the stairs. It just got bigger and bigger, and I could hear its hair scraping on the walls like a big brush and it just got louder. I was hysterical, I—I haven’t been so scared in my entire life. I forgot all about that man I

Uh-oh. "Didn't you ever read the story about Little Red Riding Hood? Or watch any horror movie ever made? You never and I mean never go into the creepy woods alone at night." Tristan growled as he walked towards me and grabbed my arm, dragging me away from the woods, back towards the school. "We're werewolves, Tristan, we're supposed to be in the woods." I told him as I yanked my hand out of his grip. He glowered at me. "The Northern Woods are out of bounds. I thought I already made that clear."

Ivy whined, clinging onto Vivian's arm. "Ivy, stop being a whiny child! Eve, take him or I will take his dead body back." That seemed to have an effect on them since I haven't been serious for a while. Evelyn quickly dragged Ivy's whining butt and left me alone with Vivian. Things are about to get crazy. A howl interrupted our glaring contest, wolf appearing in front of us with low growls erupting from his deathly bloody mouth. "Uh oh-" I gulped, taking a few steps back but he stared at me with his red piercing eyes. "Hey... wolfie... that I don't the name of- how about you let me go? Huh?"

All these thoughts didn’t let me sleep and before I even realized, I was knocking on Preston door, he immediately opened and at first looked shocked to see me but invited me in, when I entered his room, I could see a lot of backstreet boys posters and his room was a black and white themed one which went perfectly well with the posters he had up, in all honesty, I am a huge rock fan too, no wonder I loved it. Preston then asked, “can’t sleep?” I could only nod to that, he then asked, “same, but I know what will help” And before I had time to respond with a yes or no, he took my hand and dragged me out of the cabin and into the woods behind, and again before I had any idea what he was doing, h

Threw myself at Thomas. He backhanded me. I flew. Crashed. Tasted blood. “Pathetic,” Thomas said. “Your mate is being bound and you can barely stand. Some alpha daughter you are.” He was right. I was weak. Broken. Nothing. But I was not alone. A howl split the night. Long. Loud. Furious. Kade’s sister burst through the trees. Her black wolf was massive. Beautiful. Deadly. And behind her came more wolves. A dozen of them. Rogues. Outcasts. Survivors from the Blackwood massacre.