Wolfoo Scary Novels & Stories

The dagger was coated in wolfsbane—werewolves biggest fear. "No..." I whispered, shaking, the panic rising like a tidal wave. "Ares, no. You can't leave me. Please, just keep your eyes open!" My voice cracked as tears blurred my vision. "Someone help!" I screamed into the empty woods, but only the echo of my desperation replied.

He stated. "Yes, I don't. But that doesn't mean I want you to stay behind." I declare, before closing my eyes to force my statement out. "What's it, Scarlett?" Orlan question, because he noticed that I'm holding in some unsaid words. I forced my eyes open and then tears started falling from my eyes. I have never behaved weak in front of others, but in Orlan, cause I just break down easily. "I'm scared!" I mumble while biting my lower lip. "I'm scared that other supernatural creatures would come and invade the mansion. Besides wolves, witches, and Vampires have all done their worst, but I haven't seen elves, dragons, zombies....."

“I know that scent! I remember that scent!” “What are you talking about?” Sera tried to find out what was making her wolf freak out. At that moment, Sera saw him. The scariest looking man she had ever seen in her life. Kira released a long scared whine and suddenly went silent.

He inhaled a deep breath before continuing. “They were displaying y-you. The only tri-colored wolf. Thinking that you are the daughter of the great witch Naia. Boasting to us that the.. the four great cities of the Wolfern terrain would finally be theirs.. Sometimes they’ll even use you.. to scare us.. that they will t-torture and experiment on us the way they did to you.. If.. if we won’t listen to them.” Tears were now rolling down his cheeks. He kept on rubbing his arms with his shaky hands and breathing short breaths. He is obviously terrified and traumatized by what happened to him. To them. Or to what he saw..

In agonizing pain, Iron bath replied, "You're a minion of the evil sorcerer, I can smell nothing but his filth on you. You have no goodness left in your tainted soul. You should beg for mercy but it would be a futile attempt because I won't spare you!" As he spoke the moon shone brightly in the night sky bathing the fortress in her radiant light. Iron bath's eyes turned a brilliant yellow like a wolf's and he looked up straight into the mage's eyes, "Who am I? I am Ikoko- the Iron werewolf. Fang of the Oracle and these eyes shall be the last thing your tainted soul shall behold", he said in a deep fears inducing voice as he began to transform and every bone in his body began to break. The ma

Tyr held him on both arms, heavy pheromones exuding from him. “Did he do something to you?” The omega just shook hi head. But he was almost embarrassed to tell his next words. “I… I got scared. I feel like… I feel like he’s going to attack me.” Tyr could feel Zane trembling a little. Meanwhile, the latter felt like it was his first time feeling actually so scared of a wolf. He wasn’t even that afraid when they did their first hunt. He couldn’t believe he was scared of his own. That made Zane feels bad for his wolf. He doesn’t know if it could actually feel what he’s feeling but he can’t seem to calm himself.

Sally scoffed. "Whatever?" I scoffed too and made my gaze back to him, his lips parted "Yes, what?" Rupert growls, bending down closer to my face, and his scary face was just an inch to my face, what is he doing, is he trying to scare me, his face is really scary when it's so close and I know I should be afraid, but something deep within me tells me not to fear this silly old man that is in front of me, trying to scare me with his face, what is thinking that everyone will cower at his sight, fine, I know his sight is something that could make other wolf cower but this stubborn she-wolf in front of him never

Before her, stood a colossal wolf, towering over her with menacing intent. Its fur was blood-red and its eyes piercing with a glint of familiarity that sent shivers cold down her spine. A surge of dread seizes her as she recognizes its uncanny resemblance to the beast that plagued her nightmares. Marisol's heart hammered violently against the confines of her chest, her voice caught in a strangled cry for help. Fear takes her in an icy hold, leaving her rooted in her spot, only to watch helplessly as the wolf advances, its presence an overwhelming threat that loomed over her. The terror of the moment paralyzes her, every fiber of her being screaming for survival.

Cole left me in charge of the Northcliff pack's diplomatic affairs, trusting me to handle communication with the other packs. I loved my new job. I was having a much better time compared to when I was still with the Southglade pack. … A month later, the Northcliff pack hosted a grand bonfire festival during the full moon. All the wolves gathered in the square to drink, sing, and dance. I stood on the fringe of the crowd, watching as the firelight illuminated everyone's faces. Their elated smiles were genuine, unlike the smiles of the wolves of the Southglade pack. In fact, I didn't think I had ever been happy during my time with the Southglade pack.

Freya It had been days since Ava had been ripped to shreds on the garden lawn, and I had hardly slept a wink. My eyebags had eyebags, appearing almost bruised from nightly panic attacks. Every weird noise brought me back to that moment. The snarling wolf monster. The pungent, metallic odor of blood in the air. The dismembered corpse of Ava, her gray, lifeless, eyes staring into the grass and her jaw slacked in horror.