Werewolf Skull Novels & Stories

Just when she thought she was resting, she heard a growl and perceived it was a werewolf. It was a huge furry and yellow eyed werewolf, twice her size. Its fur was black as the night and its canines were so long it could sink deep into any flesh, destroying the bones without leaving any remains. She held up her wooden spear in a defense stance, "If this is how I die, just know I did this for you General."

Maybe he wouldn’t be friends with Nico now. Knowing of his friend’s awkward situation, that last thought, for him, was much more sad than learning about slavery. As he looked up at the ceiling, wondering, he wished he could do more to make the turn of events better for him as well as everyone else. ---------- The next day filled the young man with a subtle excitement that somehow replaced his dreaded feeling of restlessness. It could have been because he had finally turned, releasing that pent-up emotion. This would be his first day as a full-fledged werewolf.

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.

Alex opened his eyes, even though it was only lit by the light from the moon coming in through my bedroom window I could still see the color of his eyes. "What are they doing?" "Ah ... Werewolves are creatures that need a pack, just like a pack. And sometimes not having a pack can make the werewolf a little frustrated to the point of going crazy, rogues often attack pack members, even injure them. They are dangerous, Cara. Sometimes they even form herd of fellow rogues to attack the pack." Alex yawned as he finished explaining it to me, his face looking very tired. "Oh ... " I replied while yawning, "I have to go to school tomorrow, I guess I should continue my sleep."

“Winter, if she was pushed off of a cliff, he didn’t kill her. Werewolves can’t die by drowning. It might cause them some discomfort. But they’ll still come out of it alive. Didn’t you hear what Roman told me?” Winter shook her head. “Sorry, I was a little busy distracting myself with clothes. I don’t think I’ve ever seen a closet like that before.” “Me, either,” said Nora, smiling, “but Roman told me that a werewolf could only be killed by a few things. One of their own kind, fire, and silver blessed by a priest.” Winter glared. “It doesn’t matter. It was cruel. He shouldn’t have done something like that.” “It wasn’t Ares.”

While the poor girl was in tears, begging them, one of the werewolves stopped walking while the others approached Sky, the one who stopped was going to howl, alerting the others. Before he could even make the first sound, a huge shadow from behind him startled the young werewolf. A wolf twice his size appears from the trees behind, a huge wolf with black fur, as dark as the night. The huge wolf gnawed the head of the search werewolf, while the other one looked in fear, an Alpha appeared, and after he decapitated the first one, he jumped and sank his teeth into the neck of the second one, breaking the neck of the wolf clean and fast.

“Yeah, I figured you’d be a little stunned—maybe even a lot confused. So, how about you let me tell the whole story first? Then you can decide whether to bolt for the hills or stay for the all-you-can-eat full moon special.” “You know, werewolves come in many kinds,” he began, his tone dropping into something almost conspiratorial. “But I’m going to tell you about my pack. We… do things differently. Our traditions aren’t like the others.” He lifted his hand slowly, revealing a strange familiar mark etched into his skin. “Let’s start with this.”

Micheal rambled, fear evident in his eyes. I stared at them in amusement. It was difficult to believe that grown up werewolves like them were agitated by the sight of a werewolf skull. “Chill, you all. I have no intentions to initiate or kill any of you. And yes, it is a werewolf skull and the water is uncontaminated water from the stream.” I explained. “Alright, what do you need it for?” Rhett asked, still not convinced. “Well, if I'm going to trust you all with my plans, you have to swear your loyalty and allegiance to me. I can't risk our subject of discussion getting out.” I said, pinning my gaze in each of them.

Bones crack. "Stop!" I claw at him, but my hands phase through his armor. He grips Eden's throat, lifting him. *"Your ancestor stole the crown. Your death returns it."* Eden chokes out a laugh. "Guess I'm... breaking tradition." The skeleton's claws snap closed around the wolf's ankle. --- **The First Wolf's Vengeance** The tomb erupts. The skeleton rises, void-blade humming, its hollow eyes fixed on the starry wolf. *"Thief,"* it hisses, its voice a blade on stone. *"You dare wear my face?"*

Hellen nodded and Liana pulled the cloth and let it fall to her neck. "Ahhhhhhhhh!" Hellen screamed so loud it startled Liana, making her cover her ears. "What's wrong with you?" Liana asked. "I knew you couldn't shoot me you bastard," Hellen snarled at RK who had lowered his gun. "I'm so used to empty threats so don't try them with me, you spineless moron. You think you can silence me? Well, think again because-" She didn't complete her sentence because RK punched her on the head so hard that she lost consciousness. Her limp head fell to her right shoulder. Liana just stood there, mouth wide open.