Werewolf Skull Novels & Stories

Orla only had time to scream, and then there was silence. "Ezra William" Selina didn't care anymore. She looked at the wolf beside her and called out a familiar name. That black-haired wolf was indeed Ezra William. It understood and leaned forward to let Selina climb up and sit on her back. Ezra commanded the remaining two wolves, "You two should dispose of her body." The other two Wolves received the order and transformed into a human to quickly clean up the body. The two wolves had now turned into two highly handsome men.

I tried to maintain a brave face even though my palms were becoming sweaty and my heart was still racing. I looked round at the place, with my eyes. The place was littered with skeletons in their dozens. It was crystal clear that they had been there for some time now, maybe centuries. The legend around here, had it that Werewolves in the Lakewood pack, are to be buried in the Sacred forest. No, … they were to be laid to rest, in the sacred forest, with their bare backs, lying on the earth, and their face upright, staring at the moon. So, that their, bodies would fade away ogling at their goddess - the moon goddess. But from my observation, the skeletons remained still, and some of those skel

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.

The horrible stench assailed my nose before I opened my eyes to look at where I had landed. A horrific sight stopped me dead in my tracks. There, across the forest floor, was the battered skin and bones of several massive wolves. Their flesh had been torn apart, revealing glistening and jagged bone. Worst of all, their eyes had been gouged out, leaving behind gaping, bloody sockets. I clapped a hand over my mouth to stifle a scream. These were no ordinary wolves - their sheer size attested to that. They could only be werewolves, And yet something, or someone, had slain them with vicious brutality.

Fur covers most of its body, yet patches of bone protrude through its skull like exposed armor, giving its face a half‑formed, half‑rotted look that makes my stomach turn. Its eyes glow a deep, unnatural red, locking onto me. Its mouth pulls back in a snarl, revealing sharp teeth and long, protruding fangs that look built to tear through anything in its path. And its hands have only three claws on each. They are long, curved, and razor‑sharp, slicing through the air as it swipes. It’s like a werewolf fused with something skeletal and feral. And it’s coming straight for me.

"How do you feel?" "Are you okay?" I ignored her question with one of my own. Her eyes shifted to my figure before looking back down on her own and shrugging. "I guess it's better than a mausoleum." My eyes cast downward. "Sorry, bad joke." "Did I hurt you last night?" "No. But...has this happened before?" "When you get to a certain age as a wolf, it's a rite of passage to experience it. I guess kind of like a human's sixteenth birthday or maybe their twenty-first. They do it so we understand what it's like in case we ever encounter it."

- Melissa needed to twist a little, squint her eyes and get her vision right. bite marks ," she murmured in amazement, noticing at the same time. A werewolf did this? He asked staggered. —A werewolf with an abnormally strong jaw, Red Jorge explained. "Ready to chop up a human skull like this?" he asked, trying to remember if Mac or Roman had ever referred to being so strong. " Skulls," the couple blurts out , checking him out. Melissa's eyes widened, her inner argument wishing they didn't agree with what she was thinking at the moment.

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."