Novel & Cerita Monstrous Wolf

Luckily, my scream startled the wolf, and it stopped its attack. Unfortunately, his entire attention was glued to me like a lovesick puppy. At first glance, it resembled a wolf - a monstrous, lupine creature with a long, pointed snout and piercing yellow eyes. But this was no ordinary wolf. It stood on two legs, towering over the tallest trees, its height easily reaching sixteen feet. Its fur, a mix of dark gray and black, rippled in the wind, revealing powerful muscles beneath. Was this a monster? Oh, yes! It was a huge, scary monster. It was the biggest monster I've ever seen.

I replied to him but as soon as I spelled the name ‘Paul’, I gasped. “What happened? What is it?” Karien inquired as he saw me gasped all of sudden. I looked at him and asked, “Do you remember what was the shade of the wolf fur, and how big was he?” “He had slightly golden brown, white-colored mix fur and not so big as I saw a werewolf in movies. I don’t think he was a strong wolf but he was there attacking those two guys before I got there and he ran off as soon as he saw me” He said recollecting the memories of last night.

"Or what?" Brette Grimwald motioned straight toward me. I was startled at how serious he was. I ran into the bathroom to get my stuff and hurried back to class. I know he won’t try to hurt me once he sees I’m not alone. My eyes widen in shock. He was too fast. Brette was standing before me, halting my every move. At that moment I felt quite foolish for trying to elude a Fenrir wolf. They were the most powerful werewolf of all werewolves that's why he was the future alpha of the pack.

He let out a low, vibrating growl that made the hair on my back stand up. From the darkness, three massive, mangy wolves stepped out. They weren't from our pack. They were rogues—but they didn't look like normal rogues. Their eyes were glowing a sickly, demonic red, and a foul, rotted smell came off them. They were huge, easily twice the size of a standard wolf. Simply described, they looked like monsters.

The wolf from my dream was here. It was physically here. It was massive, with glowing blue eyes. He looked pissed. Monica shook next to me. “Holy fuck…. I can't do this!” Monica's voice was laced with fear. She dropped the knife she held at my side. She turned to flee. Before she got the chance. The black wolf pounced on her. Chad was nowhere to be seen. Of course, P.O.S. The wolf growled in her girl's face. Monica began sobbing. I couldn’t let her die.

It hit like a tidal wave, dragging me under all over again. I forced myself to stand, weak and shivering. As I turned toward the mirror, something caught my eye, just for a moment. My wolf was there, but not like any I’d ever seen, she was massive, jet black, darker than night, darker than death itself. Her eyes burned like fire, vivid orange flames dancing in a soulless void. I screamed and stumbled backward, crashing to the floor, my heart pounding like war drums. When I dared to look again, she was gone. Only my own reflection stared back, shaken. What are you? I thought, clutching my chest.

Reluctantly I put my hand on Clayton’s shoulder to get his attention. Clayton turned around to meet my eyes. For those who hadn’t seen him angry before I had to admit it was a terrible sight. His rage filled eyes were a dark blood red colour. His inch and a half long fangs, that usually weren’t there, had grown in response to the emotionally charged situation. When he noticed it was me his eyes softened slightly. Alpha Clayton had both werewolf and vampire blood so his inner beast was a hybrid. So when he got pissed enough his wolf/ vampire would surface. As a result Alpha Clayton’s wolf Xavier was a bit different than most wolves. He was much more cruel.

He blinked up through blurry eyes, wiping at his tears, and then— His heart stopped. A monstrous figure loomed above him. "Grahhhhhhhh!" The creature was unlike anything he had ever seen. Towering, grotesque. Three times the size of a normal wolf. Its eyes burned a hellish red, gleaming with an unnatural hunger. Claws, long and curved, glinted under the weak moonlight. Saliva dripped from jagged teeth as it growled, a sound so deep it rattled through Logan’s bones.