Wolves and Weddings

It was a dark and stormy night. I, Jonathan Harker, was shaking and I didn't know what was going on. I was seeing terrifying shadows around my room. Also, last night, I thought a person or a thing was behind me, but I couldn't see its reflection through the mirror. I didn't know what to do, so I started packing.

And all of a sudden we hear the high winds screeching creepily from outside our house, the branches were loudly scratching and scraping against the house loudly. As I looked around I got more and more freaked out. There were boxes everywhere creating shadows from our flashlight and creating darkness that the flashlight couldn't fill. My entire family was scared, as scared as a chipmunk would be if a lion was in it’s tree. My Dad was searching for something in a sea of darkness, my mom trying to comfort my now crying siblings with a horrifying worried look on her face and me thinking to myself, When will it be done, what damage will it do and Oh No. As I thought I heard something crack from outside of my house, and then

For once I felt the sudden need to be near other people, so I headed for the door quickly. The street was deserted. Strewn across the road were all my belongings. Why were they here and not in my cardboard box where I slept in Well Street? Who had done this? Were they thieves? Not that I had much to steal. I began gathering everything up. My blankets had been shredded. There were dents in things, bits pulled off other things and generally messed with. Even the things that used to be usefully were destroyed. Why would anyone even bother to do this? As I looked at my surroundings I began to feel a little disorientated. The ground seemed to move. Then I felt distinctly uneasy. Was he back? At a distance I thought I could see people so I hurried in their direction but they never seemed to get nearer. At once, I was then surrounded by them! No faces! They’ve got no faces! I closed my eyes and when I opened them the people were gone. I suddenly felt as if I was being watched. I glanced around furtively and out of the corner of my eye I thought I saw a lion! I screamed but it was gone. As I again looked around I thought I could see dozens of pairs of eyes behind every window staring at me malevolently. I turned and ran. Breathlessly, I re-entered the church and slammed the door behind me.

I could hear a creek in the distance. If I ran to it I could dive in and they lose my scent. As the gushing water became louder I noticed how long I had been out here it was almost pitch black. I could see the river flowing towards the camp, I jumped in to the river. It chilled me to the bone. Then as my head popped out of the water I could see the majestic sun rise. And with the night my fear was now

Imagine, if you will, a brisk night wind coming fast across a lake carrying a pungent smell, something you can’t quite identify, but is nonetheless familiar enough to send a shiver up your spine. As it hits the trees, they creak out a somber call in the still night air. Or was that groan something more…human? You notice, for the first time, the absence of tires humming on pavement and you wonder if it’s that late, or maybe just a slow night. The soft tapping of your shoes on the sidewalk is the only accompaniment your slow breathing has as you move towards the warmth of your home, holding thoughts of a warm bed in the palm of your hand to keep the chill away. You don’t notice at first, perhaps because the reality of what you’re hearing is

In the middle of nowhere, just after a rainy day the perfect scenario just comes to happen. Something just beautiful to the eye, and Alaskan wolf, one of the rarest wolfs that can be photographed is spotted. With the sky in just beautiful colors after a little sprinkling of rain, the most amazing moment comes to the perfect opportunity. From the setting of the location, to it beautiful colors and postures for the Alaskan Wolf, the moment the picture was taken come to make the perfect event.

In Wolf Story, Wolves Portray the Positive Side of Human Nature Despite their fearsome reputation in classic children’s stories and fairy tales, wolves also represent positive human traits. For a very long time, wolves get bad rap due to their fearsome and villainous reputation in classic children’s tales such as “The Three Little Pigs”, “Little Red Riding Hood”, and “The Wolf and The Seven Young Goats”. But in Lugthea Pelissier’s book The Amazing Adventures of Spear & Shadow (AuthorHouse, 2015), they become the characters children will love and not fear.

There was no noises except for one that was unlike the howling of the wind. In a flash I opened my eyes and searched around for any signs of animals. There was nothing, but the sound continued to get louder and more vicious. So I continued to search, then to my right about 45 feet away I spotted a large animal. Bigger than anyone i’ve seen before, with fangs the stretched passed it’s gums. Alone stalking its prey, but in this case it was me. The piercing eyes glared into me, as it stepped towards me in a slow stalk. In an instant it picked up see and barreled towards me with unstoppable

I looked up at the black sky. I hadn't intended to be out this late. The sun had set, and the empty road ahead had no streetlights. I knew I was in for a dark journey home. I had decided that by traveling through the forest would be the quickest way home. Minutes passed, yet it seemed like hours and days. The farther I traveled into the forest, the darker it seemed to get. I was very had to even take a breath due to the stifling air. The only sound familiar to me was the quickening beat of my own heart, which felt as though it was about to come through my chest. I began to whistled to take my mind off the eerie noises I was hearing. In this kind of darkness I was in, it was hard for me to believe that I could be

As the sun descended the sky and the moon quickly began to rise, a cold wind ran through the autumn air, rustling the turning leaves. In front of me lies a crumbling graveyard with headstones covered in green moss and overgrown grass all around. On occasion the grass would rustle from an animal's sudden movement. This place has a eerie feeling, one that could never leave me, no matter how long I've been here. The dark sky makes it difficult to walk through the maze of headstones. I let my hand brush against the rough texture of the headstones. I look around the landscape that surrounds me, and my eyes landed on a pair of luminous green eyes, making me jump. I lick my lips and despite the cold air, I can taste the saltiness of sweat. I want

“I can assure you, Ebony, that I am genuinely real. I have been with you ever since you were born, it is now, yet, that you have noticed my existence,” The wolf whispered. Ebony blinked several times, processing the creature. When she looked closer, Ebony could now see the gray mist that frayed off the wolf’s fur. This gave the wolf an extra layer of mystery, but also a new layer of creepy.

Looking around I noticed that my class was not to be seen, that instead of being in a classroom I was in a forest. A stream was heard not that far from where I was standing, and before I knew it my body was standing over the fast running water. My reflection was different, it wasn't me, it was a wolf. Amber colour eyes looked back at me with shining black fur surrounding them. The wind blew through my fur, and my tail wagged a little to the joy of being in this body. I looked down at my black paws, noticing that my claws had already retracted, and were scraping on the bare, damp ground. Then water splashed on my paws as 'I' ran though it. It felt incredible to run around, jump, even fall as a wolf. But it didn't matter if I had control over it or not, it was amazing! Shadow, as the wolf was called, even howled out of

I didn't mean for any of this to happen, I was just at the wrong place at the wrong time. But if I wasn't there I might still be alive. It was cold outside, colder than normal. I shivered as I stumbled through the all too familiar forest path. I like to walk through here at night, it gives me time to think. Something seemed off about tonight. Something wasn't right. It might have been the sudden change in weather, but I couldn't shake the feeling that something was going to happen. My breath started to hitch. I could feel the blood running through my veins. My fingers started to tighten as my heart beat against my chest. I sat against a tree and looked to my left. What

The species that is known as the dire wolf is a large and powerful ancestor of modern wolves and dogs which is now extinct. It has, however, left a rich legacy in myths and legends across many northern countries where it once roamed as one of the most feared predators of all time. This paper traces the way that the dire wolf has been represented in myths and legends of the past, and also in the stories, films and computer video games of the modern world.

The wolf's blue eyes glow in the darkness, and he sobs, pounding the ground and screaming. He’s just as beautiful as he was the day he broke Stiles’ heart.