Wolfoo Scary Novels & Stories

Scarlett’s POV Before Swiftclaw could finish speaking, a spooky mist started oozing from the altar where Scarlett was tied up. It looked like a creepy snake, coiling around Swiftclaw, its dark tendrils moving towards him as he struggled. The room felt weird, like there was some strange power in the mist, and it got scarier by the second. Swiftclaw got really scared and started shouting as he turned into a big, scary wolf. He tried to fight off the dark mist, biting at it, which wanted to swallow him up.

The fog faded and I saw so many pairs of yellow eyes glowing like a firefly. Those yellow scary eyes scared the shit out of me and the bodies of wolves slowly started to appear making me drag my body backwards in order to save myself and I could see death approaching me.

And the one I called my mate was grinning from ear to ear like some lost puppy who was found at the garbage dump. Ok stop crying baby we were only amused by your act. It was funny you didn't know your wolf was unlocked and you mistook it as an evil spirit" Xander explained. I felt my ear spinning. Wait, what!!! My wolf? What are you talking about?" I asked sitting up and wiping off my tears. " Baby girl the voice in your head was that of your lost wolf. I guess she was naughty enough not to introduce herself properly thereby getting you scared" Sophie laughed.

A news report played, and my heart sank as I watched the footage unfold before my eyes. The scene depicted a crowded mall, chaotic and filled with panic. A man—no, a werewolf—moved with unnatural speed and strength, his eyes wild with an unfamiliar madness. Low, guttural growls rumbled from his throat, a chilling sound that sent a shiver down my spine. People scattered, screams filling the air as the man pounced on unsuspecting shoppers.

"Ha!" I screamed and jumped off the bed. I huddled against the wall of the room, scared, and still like I was frozen, staring at him. Marcel Wolffinton's eyes were darker than the night and were so powerful that I felt like they were pulling me inside like a black hole to a place no one knew of but he. He sat so confidently on the bed like a god who knew there was no one above him. His hair was as dark as his eyes, darker than the night without the company of the moon. It was the darkest I'd ever seen anything that it terrified me. He didn't seem like a normal wolf. If there were ever a moon God, I'd say it was he who sat before me.

RUM ‘The chosen one?’ I scoffed. ‘Don’t you think it’s too grand a name? For a puppet.' The invisible claws digging into my uncle’s chest had finally found what it was looking for and was starting to pull it out of the old werewolf—. His body arched like a broken doll; his mouth wide opened—. Rola was shaking in one corner, her hands desperately clasped to her ears, as though what she was hearing felt deafening and fucking scary.

Heat kissed my skin, but there was no pain. Only dread. A dread so deep it didn’t have a name, only weight. Then the smoke shifted, and something emerged. A massive wolf, fur like midnight ink, eyes glowing silver like twin moons. It stepped toward me, slow and deliberate. Its claws dripped red, the blood fresh. Its eyes gleaming like polished mirrors, reflecting every inch of my fear. It snarled, low and unearthly. I knew instinctively, I was a prey. Then came the voices.

Gerwulf yelped, holding his arm up in defense trying to protect himself from more blows. Hylda attacked him, slashing the air like a mad woman. Eloise finally found the opportunity, biting Delmar's hand hard and screaming for Gerwulf to run. At her words, his head snapped to the side, their eyes locking. Both of them stood as if time had stopped, Eloise unable to understand what was happening as he began running towards her. An earth shaking howl erupted from him, causing crowd goers to fall and drums to tip over. Even Hylda and Finn held their ears in pain. Gerwulf jumped, transforming as if he'd done it his entire life. A large blood red wolf with piercing amber eyes emerging as it barrele

in fear for their safety. Who wouldn't? If I'm a human too I would probably be running as far as I can away from this horrid place. I can smell their fear lingering in the air. Which is quite understandable in this circumstances. Rogues are considered vile, viscious and are irrational creatures. They have trouble following authoritative figures, they listen to know one. They say that eyes are the windows to the soul, in this case that is indeed true. We can identify if a werewolf had gone rogue if their eyes started to glow yellow and another manifestation is their horrible scent, A scent that holds the stink of dark forces.

A flash of silver out of the corner of his eye drew his eyes up to see a slight shimmer in the air before they all disappeared into it, a sword sticking out of his Luna after she jumped in front of an advancing warrior from the crowd. The wolf that impaled the Luna looked just like him! What wolf possesses that skill? The ability to glamor takes a very rare wolf with a specific set of skills. I know only one wolf that has resources like those, Jo, Sir Alpha of the Rogues. That's strike 1... Rex’s uman was frozen in terror, but his wolf acted instinctively, phasing and lunging himself at the upper tier, a black aura radiating from him. "Alpha, stop!" Makai warned. He followed his Alpha's lead