Scary Werewolf Novels & Stories

There could be more victims like yesterday. Yesterday, she was only able to kill one as her ex keeps on following her around even today. He only stopped when she finally screamed at him in front of a lot of people. He must've fest so embarrassed and finally, she was at peace now that she's by herself, but the Vampires were such a headache. As she stopped by in front of four people busily talking to each other, he noticed the guy on the middle of four girls had a white hair and red eyes. A vampire who didn't concealed his identity, she's lucky.

“And who’s that?” Ghost glanced back. “Ryder.” “Ry...” Scar’s eyes widened in realization. “Isn’t he the werewolf f...” “Yeah, yeah, long story,” Ghost cut him off. Ryder waved awkwardly. “Hi, I’m the werewolf freak.” Scar’s eyes widened. “What the...” “He kinda saved my life. It’s a long story...” Scar shrugged. “I’m not exactly in a hurry. I don’t have anywhere urgent to be.”

“Who are you? What do you want?” He stepped closer, his voice low, dripping with threat. “I’m your worst nightmare, Isabella. I’m here to end you.” My heart stopped, fear choking me as he lunged, his body shifting in a blur of muscle and fur. Claws gleamed, his eyes glowing yellow—a werewolf, mid-transformation, teeth bared. I tried to run, but my legs wouldn’t move, my body betraying me as he closed the distance. A scream caught in my throat, my vision blurring with panic. This was it—I was going to die.

, 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

“That Scar Icegard is your mate. The same one that was stolen from his family years ago. The same one that was stolen from you years ago.” Tears flood my vision, distorting everything. I sway again, the paper slipping from my fingers and fluttering to the floor. My hands fly to my head, gripping tightly, like I can hold the world together if I just press hard enough. How is this possible? How is he here? How did this all happen? Scar, a werewolf? A vampire? How? “Scar is a werewolf?” I ask, confusion choking the words as a sob claws its way up my throat.

Bazaar yelled hitting his sharp sword at the edge of the stage. "Let us not have a panic attack over this werewolf, he warned us. My men had been investigating him. So far, we found out that he's the leader of all the werewolves, they do whatever he howls to them to do, and he seems to be the most powerful of his kind because of his supernatural powers and his blood-red eyes that make him look like a devil werewolf." The description of the new werewolf leader hit me hard, knowing who exactly he was. Suddenly, I felt like I couldn't breathe. My heart was beating too fast, my feet were becoming weak, and my head felt dizzy. I felt like I was going to faint.

She wondered why she didn’t ask for that Gabriels reasoning for killing his friend. As she walked, Scarlette suddenly heard a rustling in the bushes. She turned to see a pair of glowing green eyes staring back at her. Her heart skipped a beat as she recognized the creature – a werewolf. Scarlette had never faced a werewolf before, but she knew that they were known for their viciousness and cunning. She tried to back away slowly, but the werewolf lunged at her, its razor-sharp claws aimed at her throat. Scarlette's instincts kicked in, and she summoned all the power she had to defend herself. She lifted her hand and a bolt of lightning shot out, striking the werewolf and sending it flying bac

Unfortunately, It's apparent that during my summer vacation, I will live in the very place that has impacted my life more than words could fathom alone. The dream... the reality of what occurred one fateful night many years ago is bound to become a reality again, but there is nothing I can do besides cross my fingers and hope for the best. Hoping that night was really a dream, after all. The night where it all began. The night when I was attacked by a monster... The night I was attacked by a man shifting werewolf. With my legs snuggled against my chest and arms wrapped around them securely, I yawn for a bit then tilt my body closer to the window, wincing at the slight pinch of pain that pull

What was it running from? Then, a tall, smelly, horrific looking werewolf appeared. It was racing toward me at a speed that was so fast that I knew that I’d never get to Peter before it reached me. So, I didn’t even try to move. To my surprise, like the zombie, the werewolf raced right past me as if I wasn’t even there. What was happening? What could be so frightening that it was scaring a zombie and a werewolf?

The healer that he had been following all the while had vanished into the thin air without any trace of being found. " No way. " He said. " She entered here. I am certain of that. " Vieira began to flash his eyes through the darkness of the night . But his sight was not good enough to see anyone. Then, he turned his eyes to his normal werewolf form. With those eyes that now glowed, he scanned the trees and the bushes for the slightest sign of a figure that looked like her. But there was no one there. He took out time to practice his smelling ability again. Perhaps, he was the one that hit it entirely wrong initially. That was definitely the reason for him not to have caught a glimpse of her