Scary Wolf Novels & Stories

Turning around sharply, at first growling in displeasure, but gradually imbued with a feeling of slight anxiety at first, which I inspired in her, the she-wolf slowly ran towards the parking lot. With each paw touching the ground, with each breath, I intensified the feeling of anxiety, danger, and my girl, having penetrated, already ran faster, until very close, from the left side, a crunch of a branch was heard. Stopping abruptly, the she-wolf turned around and met the fiery yellow gaze of a large, simply huge black male. Ducking his head, he sucked in air through quivering nostrils, slightly baring his teeth. She considered all this in a moment, after which, with a flooding sense of danger

Gradually with every word that he spoke, Nicole was beginning to regain her consciousness but just then a day tipped over one of the stainless steel objects there that made such a loud sound. The sound broke Nicole’s concentration within her body and triggered the wolf even more, they hated loud sound or bright light. The she wolf was pissed now and broke the second restraint almost immediately. Then the rampage begun, she went towards Henry and growled really loudly like she was about to attack him but she was slightly able to recognize him, she tossed him aside and then Nicole turned and rammed her way through the door of the basement.

I see a gray wolf standing at the edge of the lot watching Lexi. I roll down my window to try and catch its scent. I don’t recognize the scent. I know it is a he, a shifter, and possibly an Alpha but not someone from my pack. And he definitely has his eyes on Lexi. I look at Lexi to make sure she is ok and I notice she is looking at the wolf. I wait to see if she shows any kind of fear. An elevated heart rate, a change in her scent, or her emotions fluctuate. But I got nothing but a bit of what I now know as frustration because of her dead battery.

Just get rid of everything that was so pressing and getting on your nerves. Which is what I did. White Porsche Cayenne Vadim again flaunted his greatness, and beckoning to a further plan of action. The only thing I did not take into account was two hefty mules who stepped out of the darkness and blocked my path. With a height of at least two meters, and in the shoulders no worse than Rinat, the werewolves demonstrated by their very appearance that it was better not to mess with them. The familiar cut of black formal suits over white shirts, as well as the fact that I saw them for the first time, made it clear that they were Yang's people. Both are black-eyed and dark-haired. Black wolves.

He appeared similar in age to Oliver's father, and by his position at the table next to the Alpha's chair, I had to assume he was someone very high up as well. "No," Parker growled with disgust and frustration. "They were too frail, on the verge of dying at any moment. From their taste, I would assume they were also already diseased or maybe even drugged. As soon as I made contact with the first wolf, its body crumbled. The impact killed it almost immediately. I was surprised they were able to make it as far onto our land as they did." I glanced back to Oliver as his hand tightened around mine. His jaw was tense, the muscle in his cheek flexing as he clenched his teeth.

This scream was much higher, and his body filled with fear. He ran toward the sound and couldn’t believe his eyes when Lola transformed right in front of him. His throat went dry when he looked at the massive red wolf whose ember eyes seemed to stare right into his soul. At that moment he knew where he had seen those eyes before, it flashed right before his eyes: the image of him pushing the Fire Wolf baby into the river.

Thankfully, she had survived and finally found a slither of second to escape. Unfortunately, my presence didn't go unnoticed by the rogue. Its attention shifted to me, and a furious snarl escaped its jaws, its eyes filled with a vacant, menacing intensity. Just as it was about to make a move toward me, Alpha Chase, in his brownish-black wolf form, darted past, using his swift movements to knock a line of rogues off balance, sending them crashing onto the cold pavement.

Lyra's POV Ice-blue eyes pierce the darkness, their intensity making me cringe. I stumble backward, my feet tangling in an unseen root. As I fall, a massive white wolf emerges from the shadows, its pristine fur marred by splatters of crimson. The coppery scent of blood fills my nostrils, growing stronger as the creature approaches, lips curled back to reveal razor-sharp teeth. The hunger radiating from it is palpable. No, not hunger – ravenous, all-consuming starvation.

The wolf growled loudly again and jumped out of the bush, revealing itself. It stood on a stump and howled loudly, facing the moon. Steph felt her heart pound in her chest. Her wolf's fear combined with her as she stared at the wolf the size of a horse, very large. It came down and walked towards her. She gulped as she moved backwards, away from the river. The moon was full so she could make out the wolf's features. It was a silver-lined wolf with bright red eyes. The eyes shone in the dark, it looked so scary, Steph knew she couldn't win even if she fought. She had to let her mother know who it was.

I will kill them. But suddenly, something explodes from the underbrush. It isn’t Frank. It is a huge white wolf with blue eyes and boy does it look pissed. It knocks me out of the way. I notice how its fur reflects the moonlight. I have never seen this wolf before and I can’t look away. He is beautiful. The White Wolf bares his fangs as he advances on the three wolves. They whine and scatter. Their tails are low, ears pressed back, as they slink into the shadows like a scolded puppy.