Werewolf Skull Novels & Stories

For werewolves, the full moon is a sacred occasion. A werewolf pack congregates for their own rites in the same manner that humans might dress nicely and convene at a place of worship. The location where we meet for the Trialblazer pack is roughly an hour and a half northwest of Toronto. Two hundred acres of pristine territory where we can securely wander as the monsters we become every full moon were once home to a pack long before Canada was known as New France, at the time when our ancestors fled northern Europe in longboats.

With that, Nicholas regretted involving his werewolf in Sophia's Mafia world when he was simply living in peace with his past life, saving humans in exchange for his survival. "A hundred billion dollars. I'm selling Nicholas' head at that price. His expertise in battle was superb. He is fast. Strong. And most of all, he is willing to kill for you." Sophia leaned her elbows on the table and smiled at John. "Could you afford to lose that kind of money for one person, huh, Uncle John?"

The healer that he had been following all the while had vanished into the thin air without any trace of being found. " No way. " He said. " She entered here. I am certain of that. " Vieira began to flash his eyes through the darkness of the night . But his sight was not good enough to see anyone. Then, he turned his eyes to his normal werewolf form. With those eyes that now glowed, he scanned the trees and the bushes for the slightest sign of a figure that looked like her. But there was no one there. He took out time to practice his smelling ability again. Perhaps, he was the one that hit it entirely wrong initially. That was definitely the reason for him not to have caught a glimpse of her

Alpha King's POV Jack had found the place where the suspicious werewolves were hiding, so we must go there once. That place was called Haunted Ground, one of our important enemies resided here, they called themselves Sun Soldiers. They had caused a lot of conflicts among the werewolf packs. I suspected that many people in power in the werewolf packs were related to this organization, or were even the leader of this organization. If I couldn't get rid of all the elements of this organization in my administration, I wouldn't be able to sleep well.

The crowd erupted into a frenzied buzz, the air thick with whispers and murmurs. The werewolves were all abuzz with excitement, chattering and whispering amongst themselves. I could hear them making jokes and jests, wondering if I would come out alive or if I'd be ripped to shreds in the ring. The high-status werewolves were particularly vocal, snickering amongst themselves as they talked about how ridiculous it was for a vampire to even consider fighting a wolf in their human form. They seemed convinced that I was signing my own death warrant by agreeing to the match.

The woods, once a sanctuary, became a witness to an unspeakable act of violence. Suddenly, a low growl echoed through the night, freezing everyone in place. The men, startled, looked around nervously. Another growl, closer this time, echoing through the darkness. I recognized it instantly—it was the unmistakable growl of a werewolf. Helena, in her wolf form, burst forth from the shadows, her fur bristling with a protective rage. The men, realizing the imminent threat, stepped back, their eyes widening in terror. Helena, towering over them, lunged forward with a swift, powerful motion.

The creature was unlike anything Cruella had ever seen all the days of her life around the pack. It wasn’t a typical werewolf, but something twisted, something darker and Stronger. Its fur was a sickly shade of gray, matted and filthy, and its eyes glowed with an unnatural yellow light. The creature’s fangs gleamed in the moonlight, longer and sharper than any wolf’s she had ever seen, and its claws were stained with the blood of something long dead. Liam’s eyes narrowed, the familiar fire of the Alpha flashing in them. “You’re not welcome here, Raze.”

Its face, gods, its face looked like a skull half-covered in flesh, the mouth jagged with broken fangs. A wendigo. A curse of the old wolves. A monster born when an alpha went insane and dared to devour his own kind. “Run, Amon.” Amon neighed loudly at my command as he ran off into the forest, leaving me alone. I drew my sword, staring directly at the grotesque creature. The monster let out an ear-piercing screech as it bolted toward me. It raised its bloody claw, prepared to strike, but just then, steel met claw with a streak of sparks.

The scientist smiled and pressed the remote he was holding. The man named Uno stopped running when he felt a pain in his head. He stopped running and growl. He looked behind him to see what the scientist was doing, but he had run a long way in just one minute. “Ahh!” he cried out again when he felt the pain again. He fell on the ground and suddenly felt all his bones cracking and his body felt so hot. As he crawls on the ground, he felt that he’s slowly changing into something… a werewolf!

I replied to him but as soon as I spelled the name ‘Paul’, I gasped. “What happened? What is it?” Karien inquired as he saw me gasped all of sudden. I looked at him and asked, “Do you remember what was the shade of the wolf fur, and how big was he?” “He had slightly golden brown, white-colored mix fur and not so big as I saw a werewolf in movies. I don’t think he was a strong wolf but he was there attacking those two guys before I got there and he ran off as soon as he saw me” He said recollecting the memories of last night.