Wolfoo Scream Novels & Stories

"What are you going to do to me now?" i yelled angrily. "Things..." he whispered with a small smile. "A lot of things." I tried to kick him but I failed. Then his eyes started to change color. They are turning black just like this morning. I stayed quiet. I don't know what I should do. "E-eaton.. Your eyes." I whispered. "Are you scared?" Heck yea i am. This time he isn’t even trying to calm his wolf down and stop.

We couldn't see anything, not ourselves but feel each other and heard screams of everyone wanting to be free from the dark clouds around us. I cried scared of what was happening. Suddenly my eyes opened hearing a loud growl. A werewolf. My body shakes holding my mom scared. "We found that sheep in wolf clothing!" I heard Bazar yell. My fingers dug into my mom's skin but frightened as I heard the werewolf and protectors fighting. I screamed as it made a loud sound of being killed. "Get rid of the wolfsbane," I heard Bazaar.

They didn't stop riding hard, they kept fleeing while shooting arrows in every direction- hoping to hit the strange beast with their arrows. The wolf leaped out again, this time it attacked the 3 guards closest to Cord. It disemboweled one with its sharp claws, then it sent the second one flying with a headbutt, the guard slammed against a tree and dropped dead immediately. Before it could pounce on the third, Cord screamed in fear. The sound of her screaming knocked the wolf back into the woods. Her scream was so powerful the wolf crashed into trees- breaking them and knocking them over for about a hundred meters. "Is it dead?", one of the guards asked with his voice shaky.

Because of fear, panic, terror, and distress, a name suddenly slips my mouth. “DAMON!” I screamed and it startled me when a tremendously black fur wolf suddenly jump into the scene.

She frowned and frowned again, but I burst out laughing. - It's funny to you, isn't it? - the girl hissed. - You are cutely offended! - admitted to her. Remnants of food flew at me. Laughing, he jumped to his feet and ran to the side. The wolf bared his teeth, trying to free himself, and this time I heeded the request. He took off his clothes, allowing the beast to come to the fore. Yaroslava froze in place with her hand raised, watching my turn with all her eyes, as if she was seeing him in action for the first time. He shook his wolfish head and looked straight into his girl’s eyes. She stood and breathed deeply. The weapon of revenge in the form of crushed vegetables had long since fallen

“Once you’re gone, there won’t be any boundaries left.” She took a sealed pouch from the tool cabinet and scattered gray-white powder over my clothes, my wounds, and the inside of the box. The sharp chemical scent burned even through my ghostly senses. Concentrated scent suppressant. Wolfsbane. Cedar ash. Together they could smother a werewolf's natural scent long enough to confuse trackers and bury the trace of a mate bond beneath the smell of stage chemicals. Selena removed the escape panel built into the bottom of the box, sealed it from the outside with metal clamps, then stuffed torn sandbags into an empty compartment so the prop would feel as though it were loaded with broken equipment

Chloe shook her head. “We don’t know.” Suddenly, a cry came from somewhere far away. Not from the chamber. Not from the forest. From the direction of the pack. My blood ran cold. Kael looked at me. “That was a wolf.” Another howl followed. Then another. Then a scream echoed through the magical connection. A woman’s scream. Olivia. I felt my heart drop. “Something happened at the pack.” Kael grabbed his sword. “We’re going back.” I looked at the Gate one last time.

I couldn’t bear the pain, I let out a scream, my wolf wanted to be out, she was howling, and I was hurting myself with my claws. **Picture You, song***Chappell Roan

She relaxed even more. She wasn’t ready to watch what they did. She only wanted to feel. Cain kissed her forehead. She knew it was him because his short facial hair tickled. It was much softer than it looked and she really wanted to rub her face against his, but his kiss had been so quick, there hadn’t been time. The recording he’d been playing changed. The wild sounds were there, but the long, sad howls of the wolves were different, more upbeat, if that was at all possible, and there was a subtle but sure tempo behind the natural sounds. It had to be a drum, but it was timed precisely to the beat of her heart.

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.