Scary Wolf Novels & Stories

Feral wolves who attack without a reason or prior warning. I turned towards the forest,my eyes searching for Alexander. As I ran towards the fray,a chilling realization stopped me cold. The howls weren't random. They were organized. When I reached the border,a wolf caught my attention,his fur was as dark as night,and eyes as crimson as blood. A voice echoed in my mind,deep and unfamiliar. “Finally. It's time Lea,you can't run anymore.”

"Or what?" Brette Grimwald motioned straight toward me. I was startled at how serious he was. I ran into the bathroom to get my stuff and hurried back to class. I know he won’t try to hurt me once he sees I’m not alone. My eyes widen in shock. He was too fast. Brette was standing before me, halting my every move. At that moment I felt quite foolish for trying to elude a Fenrir wolf. They were the most powerful werewolf of all werewolves that's why he was the future alpha of the pack.

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

Ivy whined, clinging onto Vivian's arm. "Ivy, stop being a whiny child! Eve, take him or I will take his dead body back." That seemed to have an effect on them since I haven't been serious for a while. Evelyn quickly dragged Ivy's whining butt and left me alone with Vivian. Things are about to get crazy. A howl interrupted our glaring contest, wolf appearing in front of us with low growls erupting from his deathly bloody mouth. "Uh oh-" I gulped, taking a few steps back but he stared at me with his red piercing eyes. "Hey... wolfie... that I don't the name of- how about you let me go? Huh?"

“ Why are you scared? “ I asked, she gave me a questioning look raising her eye brow. “ I'm not scared. “ She lied. “ Okay, I'm a bit scared. Have you seen or heard about what these people do to wolves who came in here? They rip their hearts out feeding it to there witchy god. They serve a god that feeds on werewolves. Dosen't that scare you? “ She said in a tumbling voice.

Film images of bloodthirsty animals with huge fangs and claws, tearing people apart, came to mind. “Just don’t faint, mistress,” the guy said worriedly, observing her shocked look. - I think you will be against me touching you. And it is unknown how long you remain unconscious. And I’m not eager to touch you. He pointed his hand at her, and his tone was serious, without a hint of amusement. The thought of being touched by a werewolf made her dizzy. Anika took a deep breath, trying to keep her sanity and calm her anxiety. But this guy didn't look like the bloodthirsty beast from the movies. Quite a cute dog, or rather a wolf, with silky fur. The ideas about werewolves did not add up to the ex

I turned my head slightly, catching a glimpse of my reflection in a nearby puddle. A massive, snow-white wolf stared back at me."Ella, you're beautiful," I whispered in awe. She let out a low, rumbling chuckle. "Now, let’s kill this bitch." I lifted my head and howled—a deep, powerful sound that shook the air. The entire ground seemed to tremble beneath me as my howl echoed through the pack grounds. Gasps erupted around me. "She’s a white wolf!" someone whispered in disbelief. "White wolves are rare! How could she be a white wolf?" another murmured. "Why didn’t she shift before?" someone else questioned, their voice filled with shock. I turned my gaze to Damien. His eyes were wide, his usual

werewolf’s weight, ripped the fabric of Toby’s coat and backpack. Holding on to the fabric and nothing else, the wolf was thrown off his back; a kick, and the wolf was ten feet away. Not far enough, and yet too far. He was between Toby and Lauren and he was closer to Lauren. Even as Toby frantically freed himself of the remnants of the pack ruthlessly shredding anything that tried to stick—he realized how weird the attack was. Even an out-of-control rogue wouldn’t have been entirely foiled by the pack. He’d have gotten a fang or claw in somewhere, but Toby was entirely unharmed. The wolf had rolled to his feet but made no further move to attack. He was scared, that wolf. The scent of his f