Monstrous Wolf Novels & Stories

Luna gasps sharply, her hand squeezing mine so tightly I feel my fingers go numb. "Serena, move!" Mom shouts, lunging forward from her position at the door. Too late. Too far. And then—it emerges. A creature that no nightmare could have prepared me for. Something ancient and wrong, a violation of natural law. A massive wolf, towering over us, its fur the color of midnight—black with streaks of smoke-like gray rippling through it. Each hair seems to absorb the light rather than reflect it, creating an outline that's simultaneously solid and shifting, as if the beast exists partly in another dimension. Its body is corded with muscle, unnatural in its proportions, more monstrous than beast. Its

Its body was still glowing orange in color, but the color vanished in an instant and revealed what the monster actually was. It was a wolf. Its fur was so thick and uneven that even mammoth probably scurry away in jealousy. Its claws were big and sharp, and there were red marks on the tips that could very well be dried blood. There was also a scar on its face, right on its right eye and it was a horizontal slash that ended on its dark and wet snout. Its mouth was hanging open, showing a row of sharp fangs and untended, darkish red gum. Simply said, it looked horrifying.

“Tell us about the monster. Any information you can give us will be beneficial in the long run.” I sat down on the patio. The boys sat across from me, and Luna Simona took a seat in a chair next to her husband. All four of them looked at me expectantly. “It’s a little hazy,” I admitted. “Lots of adrenaline. I just wanted to get away for a moment, so I went into the woods. After a while, I heard something, and it was this giant black wolf. It had scarlet red eyes and huge paws. It smelled like death and rotting meat. I thought maybe it was just curious, you know, so I stood still and waited. Well, I eventually realized it wanted to kill me and I ran.”

Maybe even kill him. No. The officer’s face hardened. “You may not believe it, but wolves aren’t just animals. They’re monsters. They live among us, pretending to be human. But at night… at night they turn into something else. Hideous things. Dangerous things. They have plans, dark plans. We have to stop them. So if you’ve seen anyone suspicious, anyone at all, you need to tell us. Now.” Mirae stirred in my arms, her lips trembling. Her voice came out small, shaky. “I… I think I found someone suspicious.”

The one-legged gray wolf ran fast in the snow, the faint smell of blood from his amputee leg almost instantly evoked the appetite of the nearly three-meter-long Demon. The new monster wandered into this dense forest from another place, encountered heavy snow, did not eat for ten days, and was about to lose its reason. In its inherent memory, gray wolf meat is difficult to eat, dry and acrid, not easy to digest. But in the eyes of the monster, the smell of this gray wolf's blood, seemed to be mixed with the breath of the Demon race. It was the scent of the bloodline of the Demon race combined with the scent of the wolf. Maybe he was the child born between a demon and a werewolf?

“No. They should be going to her. Push them away, Ronan!” Ronan tried. His voice grew desperate as he begged the creatures to turn. To leave them. To attack Calla instead. But the monsters did not listen. Their red eyes fixed on Tanya’s group. Saliva dripped from long teeth. They charged. The first monster leaped straight at the wolf closest to Tanya. Its jaws clamped down on his arm with a sickening crunch. The wolf screamed. Blood sprayed across the snow. He tried to stab it, but the creature shook him like a rag and threw him to the ground.

It growls loudly, its movements savage and violent as it snaps the heads of the warriors in the blink of an eye. Nana freezes, horrified by the sight. Blood spills across the forest floor and the bodies of the fallen warriors lie motionless. "Who let the monster out of the cage?!" Marco's voice booms in the distance, furious and loud. He shifts into his wolf form—a massive black wolf with glowing red eyes. The red eyes, a rare trait in Alpha generations, show just how dangerous and powerful Marco is. Marco’s wolf lunges at the creature, slamming into the side of its face as it feeds on the last warrior.

She let herself down and allowed the spirit to go into her. She groaned as she changed Into a huge wolf, the size of a lion. It was strange, for a newly formed wolf to be as big as she was. Something was behind it and the answer wasn't far-fetched. She was a mixed breed... Daughter of a werewolf and a witch. She's a were a witch. A rare breed, born once in a century.

The monsters turned to it and broke down into laughter. “What's one wolf going to do against the both of us?” The monster asked in mockery. But the wolf was not just one wolf, one after the other monstrously huge wolves appeared out of nowhere, out of bushes, down from trees and the undergrowth. My father walked to the monsters, his limp gone and his wounds healed. “You were saying?”