Wolfoo Scream Novels & Stories

"But pride’s a bitch. And I’ve been killing bastards like you longer than you’ve been growing teeth." From my coat pocket, I pull out a small black remote. Julius frowns. "What is that—" Click. The spheres I tucked into the rocks—the witch’s toys—activate. Blue orbs crackle, then— SKREEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE!!! The sound is inhuman. Ripping. Deafening. Mind-shredding. The Wolf Screamer. A spell-fused burst of sound meant to scramble any wolf’s nervous system—especially alphas. The three beasts collapse mid-motion, claws to their ears, screaming. Blood drips from their noses. They writhe like dying snakes.

“I will not allow her anywhere near you.” Luna gently placed her hand over his. “We will confront her together.” “We will eliminate her together,” he amended. Before Luna could reply, a scream pierced the air. Not an ordinary scream. A wolfscream. Pure agony. Luna sprang to her feet. “That originated from the west.” Adrian was already shifting beside her. His clothes tore apart in a violent burst of movement, fur erupting from his skin as he dropped to all fours—massive, powerful, and terrifying.

I stood up furiously, confused with myself. Unable to contain myself any longer, I finally screamed aloud, releasing the heavy feeling that was clinging to my heart and mind. I screamed and roared until my voice turned hoarse. However, none of that could lessen my anger. I bent down, growled deeply, and then slowly straightened my back again. My growl had already sounded like a wolf’s, when finally a pair of fangs appeared between my lips with a hissing sound. My fingernails turned into the sharp claws of a wolf and cold tendrils seemed to splatter between the ends. Cold, pale bluish steam enveloped my body, while my blood stream was bubbling from the smoldering heat.

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.

I sigh again feeling like myself again. "DAAAAAAAAADDYYYYYYYYYYYYYY!" a scream shakes the room making everyone gasp and look around. My wolf rips through me as I run outside in the direction of the scream. Seeing a red eyed mutt standing over a child, I pounce and land, shoving the Rogue and knocking him 6 feet into the air. I stand over the child as my 6 foot Alpha wolf gets ready to pounce at it again "DAAAAADDYYYYY!!!!" the boy screams.

She could feel it leaking into her. The priests faltered. The elders trembled. And then, the first real scream rang out: A wolf mid-shift collapsed, clawing at the ground, howling as silver light seemed to pour through its veins. Its fur glowed with streaks of moonfire. Nyxara’s stomach turned. “Oh no,” she whispered. “I didn’t touch anyone. I swear. Please tell me I didn’t—” “You did,” Kaelion said softly, his voice almost a growl. “But not on purpose. Not entirely.”

The she-wolf staff member yells in a shrill, piercing screech. Who’s John?!

Chapter 112: The first scream of the assault shattered the pre-dawn silence like a clap of thunder. A piercing howl—half rage, half anguish—echoed across the northern perimeter of the compound. For the Blue Moon Pack, this was the moment they had both feared and prepared for: the exiled werewolves had launched their full-scale attack.

Unexpectedly, as I got out of the car, it suddenly rained heavily. Did I immediately get into the car to take cover? No, this time I even enjoyed the raindrops. At least my screams could merge with the flow of rainwater and I was free to scream in rhythm with the raindrops. I screamed as loud as I could, releasing all the burdens I felt tonight. To a normal human my scream might sound like a normal scream, but to a werewolf or wolf pack my scream would sound like a howl of pain calling out to my pack.

Then I saw it, a big dirty brown wolf ripping into this women then move on to the next. I screamed a long with the other, hide behind xander. They saw me and come full speed, Xander growled and they did not stop. One of them clawed my arm and Xander let out a sound I was not sure what it was, a howl, roar, growl or a banshee scream but it was scary as fuck. He spoke in a deep voice sounded like X, he told them to kill each other. Then a smoke cone out of his hands as the more wolfs come and he killed them. All of them good bad it did not make a difference at that point.