Scary Werewolf Movies Novels & Stories

I suggested after a while of us just sitting there and staring at the black screen in front of us. “Scary movie? Now?” He asked with a frown. “No, tomorrow morning!” I deadpanned. “I really need to get use to this.” He muttered out under his breath but I heard him. “This is the perfect time to watch a scary movie, at night and in a new apartment.” I rummaged through my rack of DVDs and found one of my favorites, The Wolfman. Satisfied, I settled down on the couch beside Alejandro, crossed my legs Indian-styled and pulled the blanket over my legs.

Him being too close to her ruffled her composure and she became self-conscious, when he was comfortable enough, he pressed the play button and the movie Twilight saga started playing. "So you really do watch werewolf and vampire movies? Isn't that ironic? Don't you feel hmmm...off watching our kind being exaggerated? I wonder what or who inspired humans to produce these kinds of movies. Its not possible that they did not see us when we shift right?" Shirley gasped in surprise.

Her body is more lean and thin, but I wouldn’t underestimate her. Not only was the dinner situation unexpected, but my wolf paced restlessly in my mind. Alora, my beautiful reddish-brown furred wolf, mumbled under her breath constantly. She mentioned mates but then acted confused and said they weren’t mates. I definitely felt a pull to both of the strangers, but it was weak. I agree with Alora’s confusion. The guy was a vampire and the woman smelled like a human yet not, code for witch in my senses. There is no way I could been mated to either one of them, never mind both!

A news report played, and my heart sank as I watched the footage unfold before my eyes. The scene depicted a crowded mall, chaotic and filled with panic. A man—no, a werewolf—moved with unnatural speed and strength, his eyes wild with an unfamiliar madness. Low, guttural growls rumbled from his throat, a chilling sound that sent a shiver down my spine. People scattered, screams filling the air as the man pounced on unsuspecting shoppers.

Lona's POV The strongest wolves fighting each other created an extremely scary scene. After Jack and Alpha King turned into wolf form and rushed to bite each other, the other werewolves quickly transformed. The three warriors quickly came to my defense and the remaining warriors quickly joined the battle. Only a few minutes passed and all of them were seriously injured, even a werewolf fell. I didn't know if they were dead or just badly injured but that scene really freaked me out.

, their eyes full of fear. "What is it?" they asked. I shook my head, unsure of what to say. But I knew that we had to be prepared for anything. So, I called the pack together, and we began to train harder than ever. We practiced our fighting skills, and we honed our senses. We were ready for anything, or so we thought. But nothing could have prepared us for what came next. One night, while we were resting, I heard a sound like nothing I had ever heard before. It was a high-pitched, unearthly shriek, and it filled me with terror. The pack began to stir, and I knew that we had to investigate. I led them out into the night, our hackles raised and our ears pricked. We moved like shadows, silent

The two girls chorused in unison and Riya rolled her eyes as she realized that she had been defeated. “That does not make any sense at all, would it not just be better to just run around the streets and howl at the moon like true Lycanthropy believers?” Riya said sarcastically and sat on the couch beside Issa. “Since traditionally Werewolves turn at the sighting of a full moon, and we can’t do that so we are simply paying homage to them by doing a werewolf and Lycan movie marathon. You don’t have to watch it if you don’t want to and if you are in the mood to howl at the moon you should definitely have at it.” Sheila answered cheekily and joined them on the couch.

The sound of sirens and loud screams almost muffled my words. He nodded weakly then grabbed my hand tightly in shock and fear. I reached for his small body which turned out to be quite heavy, while his hands now turned to hug my neck. I turned around to follow the direction of the running people. Right now it wasn't just the humans running away from this place but the werewolves as well, most likely from the Yellowstone Pack house. The pungent smell of burnt rubber wafted from all directions making me have to wrinkle my nose as I tried to run.

I heard horrible screams coming from underfoot. “Stop! You’re crushing me!” I heard a female werewolf cry out. “I can’t breathe! Someone, please help. I CAN’T BREATHE!” Several werewolves repeated this common refrain, and it filled me with dread. “Shut up! Get out of my way!” I heard vomiting, and I reflexively wanted to retch. I shut my eyes, and I felt Felix’s fingers curl around my shoulders. He yelled at me to keep moving. It was like moving into a nightmare.

Narrow eyed I look closer and say; "You are right. This part tells the story of a massacred village. It happened during the night. See, here is where the sun comes up, and then everyone is dead with a naked man in the field." I see Dr. Cloe Addison's brows crease as she says; "Here is where people came together to find and kill it. They had spears, bows, and clubs. But none of them returned home." I think to myself, could this really be a werewolf? I murmur to myself and say; "Shit. This must be what the Tribe Elder was warning me about." Dr. Cloe Addison, asks concerned; "Sorry. Did you say something?" I hake my head and quickly respond;