Werewolf Skull Novels & Stories

With a blink of an eye, he was at the entrance of the den, he entered and walked through the walls covered in cobwebs and flickering candles, casting his reflection across the stale air. Thick red velvet curtains adorn the windows and fluttered with the wind, Pascal stepped forward and stood before four vampires. His gaze was cold as he studied them, and the colours of their eyes changed to a deep scarlet, a sign of impending violence. "A werewolf in our den?" one of them growled in annoyance. Pascal darted at them with a speed faster than sound, low groans and moans escaped their mouths, and they fell making flesh thuds. Pascal moved swiftly, killing all the vampires he saw on his way until

This will end soon. He rummages through the net and pulls out a decaying skull, thrusting it inches from my face. I stifle a scream as I recognize Alec's lifeless face, worms writhing out of his hollow eye sockets. Silent tears stream down my cheeks as Alec's mouth twists into a grotesque smile, revealing rotten teeth and half-decomposed flesh hanging from his jaw.

Hilda shouted in horror and dodged it. Keondra stood firm and swung her sword as the creature came straight at her. Blood splashed on her face and the werewolf crashed to the other side of the road in blood and wince in pain. The truck suddenly stopped and a man jumped out, his white hair flying with the wind as his fangs grew out. And above his ears were three little spikes that grew out of his hair with the middle spike being the longest. The tattoos sticking out of his neckline extended to his face as his eyes completely turned black.

a vein appearing on her forehead as she began the chase again. Her father Joseph Knightley had thought her that Werewolves were one of the most evil creatures to exist, their goal was to eat and kill humanity and this was true. Every single wolf Clara had fought tried to kill her as soon as they looked at her. Only Alpha werewolves had their sanity intact while new breeds(betas) only had two things on their minds 1.Kill 2.Eat. However standing in front of her, A friend, a beta werewolf who seems to recognize her and refuses to attack, instead he runs away.

She cried helplessly as the shape of her bones began to change, her rib cage swelled and the bones of her legs began to arch, sharp fangs filled her mouth until she lost the ability to close it, with a sudden enlargement of her nostrils, and she began to transform. Appearing in another way. Half werewolf that it is. What you wanted from the start, that power you didn't get enough of, came at the right time. As soon as the change was complete, she lifted her head and held her chest high, and what happened after that was a strong snarl from her depths. Aleister and Kanai couldn't control the widening of their eyes, it was solemn. Aleister had never seen a werewolf of this size before, and with

It smelled of the sewers, of old blood, and of the grave. From the darkness of the tunnel, a creature emerged. It stood on two legs, hunched over, massive shoulders scraping the sides of the tunnel. It was covered in grey fur that was matted with slime and falling out in clumps, revealing black, scaly skin beneath. Its right arm was visibly larger than its left, pulsing with red veins. But the face... the face was the worst part. It was a wolf’s muzzle stretched over a human skull. The eyes were burning red pits.

Ares came across a little hill and stumbled to a stop before the body of a dying Werewolf. The enormous beast lay on its side, intestines coming out from its chest broken and slit through. The Werewolf was vaguely skeletal in shape as if malnourished, with naturally long limbs that sprouted from his shoulders. The eyes were just empty sockets on his face. His face was as if it was made from bones, the skin barely existed on it. He had long gone on.

And far away in the depths of the earth there was a crunch, chomping slaps, as if something was bursting, and dying screams. Mirovir threw the woman over his shoulder and ran, ran as fast as he could. Nearby, a horse snored in panic, tried to snatch the reins, but the werewolf pulled him along. He looked back only once, when he instinctively felt movement - he saw how a huge bone pillar was rising uncontrollably above the rift, and a gigantic skull was tossing and turning on its top. They reached the first trees when the skull almost turned in their direction. Mirovir looked back again, looked at the half-open jaw and the twinkling dark blue eye sockets, and then with one jump flew under the

You'll see what I do to folks like you'. Faster than a cheetah will, the wolf began to accelerate towards them. From behind, it sprung on one of the unsuspecting ghouls and took it down with its paws. When on the ground, the wolf drove one of its paws into the head of the ghoul and there was a loud crack like a few bones had snapped out of position but Harold knew that instead of that, the skull of the ghoul was fractured to say the least.

A bruise was already blooming along her cheekbone where Lira’s fist had grazed her. He took her injured arm in careful hands. “Hold still.” He leaned in and, without warning, licked the wounds. Elara gasped. The contact was warm, wet, strangely intimate. She felt the faint rasp of his tongue, then something else, warmth spreading, tingling, numbing the worst of the pain. “What are you...” “Werewolf saliva,” he murmured against her skin. “Heals faster than anything human. Especially for mates.” He continued, slow, deliberate strokes of his tongue along each cut. The bleeding slowed. The edges began to knit together before her eyes.