Scary Werewolf Novels & Stories

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

he asked with confusion. Katie Clyde grabbed her stomach "why did you make such a silly joke, how can you say you are a werewolf? do you know what you are even saying?" Pascal frowned and reposted "I am serious, I wasn't lying" Katie Clyde was momentarily shocked, she exhaled and then demanded "show me" Pascal looked hesitantly "are you sure?" Katie Clyde nodded "of course, I want to see your real wolf form" Pascal lowered his head, raising it, his eyes became beet red, his facial structure distorted, and his fangs started growing.

"What do you want to ask me?" He gled at my face and then said, "Sarah, since you work for my brother, you must know who he is, right?". "Yeah, a werewolf." I responded.. "But a cursed one, do you not know?". The look on his face darkened. His questions came off as suspicious, but despite that, I still answered him. "He told me... Is there anything else you want to know?".I did a dramatic pause before continuing... "Yeah, do you mind if I take a strain of your head?".He paused after his ridiculous request...

Did you think I was stupid and would use normal chains on someone of our species? - What do you want from me? A horrible figure, dragging a chair, sits in front of Reed. A chill runs down Reed's spine. The bald man, with a tattoo of a skull on his skull, only one eye, and full of scars was intimidating. More than intimidating, it terrified him. Reed knew who that werewolf was. He had already heard about him in his father's pack. He was almost a boogeyman, which parents used to scare their children into stopping going down bad paths. Nobody wanted to have Claudius in their 6.

Cruella whispered, her voice filled with fear and her expression laced with same. Liam’s eyes narrowed as he pulled her closer, wrapping an arm around her waist to shield her. He wasn’t just the Alpha—he was something far more dangerous. And whatever was coming, it wasn’t something she was prepared for. The shadow grew larger, and in the blink of an eye, a figure stepped into the clearing. It was a man, no, a beast, his eyes glowing with a malevolent red light, his body massive and rippling with muscle. Cruella’s breath caught in her throat. This was no ordinary wolf. This was a creature of pure destruction.

However, I heard the same voice once more. "Devon, come with me." I didn't hesitate and began following the voice. When I arrived in the forest, it reminded me of my nightmares. The thing that stunned me the most and caused my heart to stop for a few seconds was seeing the same dead cat pacing around in a circle under a tree and staring at me. I'm not sure how that cat got in here. Then, from behind me, came a hissing voice. As I spun around, my heart pounded in my chest. There was the same golden Werewolf. The Werewolf was moving towards me as I quickly took a few steps back. Though I was terrified as my worst dread came true, I summoned all of my courage and began running away from the Wer

I suddenly felt a big hammer pounding my head, causing me to hold on to the bed frame and close my eyes because of dizziness. A sudden scene crossed my mind. Inside, the cell with a red werewolf facing Alarick and Convel. “A sanguis.” Both Alarick and Convel said as they were staring at a two-tailed red werewolf. In return, the red werewolf gave them a low growl. Instead of being scared, Alarick and Convel looked fascinated by the sight. The bloody color of the werewolf is shining as well as the two tails it keeps on swaying.

change. It was a grotesque, beautiful horror. Bones snapped and elongated. Skin rippled as fur retreated into pores. In a matter of seconds, three naked, panting men stood in the dirt, their bodies covered in scars and fresh, bleeding gashes. "He’s losing his grip, boys," one of the men spat, wiping blood from his mouth. "An Alpha who can't control his hunger for a human girl is a liability." The black wolf—Zayden—didn't shift. He stood his ground, a low, earth-shaking growl vibrating through his massive chest. His golden eyes locked onto the men, a silent promise of death.