Wolfoo Scream Novels & Stories

The energy in the room grows heavy as an itch starts in my chest and grows. The witch’s eyes begin to glow, her words becoming faster and echoing around me. The itch turns into an inferno, climbing up my throat. I want to scream, but can’t. Diana is howling and shifting beneath me, but I grit my teeth until words form in my throat, forcing their way out. “I HAVE A WOLF!” I finally screamed, and the magic and pain instantly disappeared. Sweat and tears were running down my face as my vision cleared. Damen’s handsome face was shocked, and the old crone was smiling.

"Unleash your wolves!” A savage roar erupted from the warriors as bones cracked violently beneath flesh. The sounds of transformation tore through the night. Spines twisted. Jaws elongated. Claws burst from human hands. One after another, massive wolves emerged around the fire, their growls vibrating through the earth itself. Black wolves. Silver wolves. Creatures with eyes glowing gold in the dark. The clearing behind us descended into a glorious chaos. And standing at the center of it all, I grabbed Leinna by the wrist and pulled her up from the fallen log beside me before thrusting her away from the frenzy.

The moon knows I'm trying very hard not to challenge my wolf right now. "I won't mate with you!" she yelled at me very scared, making me backed away. What did she just scream? How many traumas does this girl have?

The scream that rips out of me isn’t just grief; it’s full of agony and rage. Zion appears in the doorway, a towering black wolf, his eyes glowing gold in the smoke and flashing lights. He snarls, head low, teeth bared, his entire body tensed to strike. “Kill them all,” I whisper, voice shaking with anger. He launches without hesitation. His jaws close around Reaper’s shoulder, and with a sickening crunch, he rips the entire arm free from its socket. Blood sprays across the floor. Screams echo through the room. Reaper goes down hard.

I could feel it building inside me again, the ache, the pull, the rage. Xavier stood behind me. “Don’t fight it this time,” he said. “Let it out. All of it.” My fists tightened. My breath shook. “You don’t understand, Xavier. It’s not just pain... it’s him. It’s everything I’ve lost.” “Then scream his name,” he said, his voice rough. “Scream until it stops hurting.” Something broke inside me. I screamed. It tore from my throat, raw and desperate. The sound echoed through the trees. My vision blurred, and my wolf pushed forward, wild and unstoppable. My bones shifted, fire spreading through my skin. Before I knew it, I was no longer human.

And then—screams tore through the fog. “AH! Damn it, wolves! No... no... it’s a whole pack!” “Run! Wolves!” “AHHHH—help me! It hurts! It hurts so bad! Help me!” “What are you staring at?! RUN! Watch out for the—AHHH!” The screams from within the fog went on and on, shrill and bloodcurdling. Raina’s scalp tingled, her arms covered in goosebumps. She hadn’t expected actual wolves out here—and not just one or two.

My second kill. I dropped the flesh from my mouth before sprinting out the back door. As my paw hit the porch, I felt myself stumble at the sight of multiple wolves jumping on Oliver. 'Lana, run!' Oliver shouted through our link as he let out a howl of pain. There was so much blood covering him that I couldn't tell what was his and what belonged to the rogues he had killed. It took less than a second for him to be lost in the crowd of our enemies, snapping and grabbing at him.

Something about seeing the Omega’s blood on the tree made me feel an emotion that was almost related to fear. Her scent was stronger, informing me that she was here a while ago. I increased my pace even more. Drex froze when the omega screamed. We quickly ran in the direction of her scream, watching as a wolf made her fall and rolled her to have her face to it before it jumped on her. From the sour scent that emitted from the wolf, it was evident that it was a rogue.

Olivia's instinct screamed at her to flee, to escape the clutches of the monster that stood before her. But before she could react, a primal scream erupted from her throat. It tore through the air, muffled by the gag that bound her mouth but still piercing in its intensity. The sound reverberated in the confined space, a desperate plea for help that echoed off the walls, reaching the depths of her captor's twisted soul.

The soundwaves of my outburst shake the ground around me, my body vibrating euphorically as the powerful outpour floods from my lips while I burn with unkempt rage. The creatures collapse to the ground, overwhelmed, crying out for mercy as they curl up and shout in pain during the length of my anguished outcry. When the stinging finally seises within my thigh, I turn to face the twisted creatures as they shuffle backwards in defeat, terrified as they glare upwards before quickly dispersing and scattering into the surrounding shadows and out of sight. “No way…” my wolf chuckles breathlessly, her tone mischievous as she seems pleased with the revelation, “I think mom might have been right…” sh