Werewolf Skin Goosebumps Episode Novels & Stories

William had no choice but to sit across from his parents’ graves, but five minutes had gone and Leo had still not returned. William became worried and began walking in the area where the boy was running. He was relieved to see a toddler holding flowers running in his direction. However, when he noticed the child’s terrified expression, he raised his gaze and was startled to find a very familiar monstrosity. It is rather huge, with thick black fur. It possesses bleeding red eyes and lengthened, sharp fangs that drip saliva from its mouth. At the height of the waterfall, the red-eyed werewolf was sure to capture the child, but William reacted quickly. He dashed forward to deliver a strong stri

Long was gone the pain and discomfort. "Mate!" Hearing Wilson's single word, the wolf next to me jumped away as if I was some kind of deadly disease. Then the whole area turned into chaos. I have abruptly yanked away from his touch, bringing the pain and nausea back. It took me a couple of seconds to realize that I was in Eve's arms while Josef stood protectively between me and the now growling mob of wolves. "Let her go vampire!" Wilson's voice sounded cold and menacing. "Let her go, and I promise to return your corps to your clan in one piece." Josef hissed in response to his menace.

From a young age I learned to fight a lot of people at once, so holding off these werewolves for a short period of time shouldn't be a problem. After I hit the two wounded werewolves, all the werewolves transformed and jumped at me. Their fangs were normal but their claws were extremely sharp. I was scratched a few times and felt dizzy. My eyes saw everything so blurry, my hands started to shake. Maybe their fingernails are laced with anesthetic. They were well prepared to deal with us. I forced myself to stay calm and continued to scratch my wolves one by one. Although I was injured, the anesthetic in my body was gradually taking effect, but I wouldn't be defeated so easily by them. At leas

His cold laughter startled me, it sent shivers down my spine and caused goosebumps to form on my skin. “You think you are so smart, don't you?” he was taking slow steps toward me. For the first time in a long time, I wished I was an actual werewolf and hadn't wolfed out yet, only my parents, Leon and Zoey knew that, it explained so much about why my wounds never healed fast... “Please let me go” I pleaded, I'm afraid to move, I didn't want to cause any harm, he was right in front of me now, and his breath fanned across my cheek sending chills throughout my body.

The girl recoiled, choking on the suffocating stink of dog and sweat. A deathly blue light flashed in the darkness, and the werewolf, growling and howling, rolled on the ground, enveloped in a ghostly glow. With horror, Lesana saw a terrible animal head on human shoulders. The creature fell to all fours, arching its spine unnaturally. Tearing clothes crackled, revealing not human skin, but wet animal skin.

Peering through the leaves, my eyes widened in astonishment at the scene unfolding before me. A figure emerged from the dense bush, their silhouette was towering and muscular. My breath hitched as I recognized the shape of a man, a human. But there was something off, something wild in his stance and movements. Suddenly, in a swift, fluid motion, the man's body contorted and expanded, his limbs elongating and thickening. Before my eyes, he transformed into a towering, majestic werewolf, his fur as dark as the night sky.

I whisper, and he brings out a basin full of crimson liquid. Thinner than blood, but it has the same color and the same metallic smell. He slides it over to my side, making me nauseous with the smell. “Hold out your hand and dip it all the way into the potion, up to your wrists.” He demonstrates it to me, slipping his hand into the liquid. When he lifts it out of the basin, his skin is glowing gold. “I’m a Werewolf, so my skin becomes gold. Witches’ skin turn black. Go on, let’s see.”

The skin of the foreign presence grazed against mine, sending an irrational shiver that made my skin crawl. I stopped and looked around. Everyone’s eyes were on us. As I moved again, the presence shifted, scratching against my skin. “There is something inside our dress. Something that should not be there,” my wolf said. “I noticed. When I move, it moves too. What should I do?” I asked, feeling uneasy. “Are you okay?” Ryder leaned in and whispered, his forehead furrowed in worry. As I turned to him, my eyes met Mrs Willow’s. She smirked, her eyes twinkling with mischief.

Bones cracked and the beta fell to his knees before slowly and painfully shifting. Thick hairs shot out of tiny pores covering his jawline and a very deep widow's peak appeared on his forehead. Everyone watched. Fangs shot out and he bared his sharp canines ferociously. With force, claws grew out of his finger nails and toe nails. His spine seemed to change shape as it flexed along his back. His neck cracked and Felix couldn't take it anymore. He tore through the crowd and launched himself at the grieving werewolf who's eyes had turned to an amber hue of yellow. Letting his strong hands to cradle the Werewolf's face, he closed his eyes and channeled calmness in waves. The Wolf had been frig

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.