Full Moon Frenzy: A Collection of Terrifying Werewolf Tales

By Sean Benoit

Full Moon Frenzy: A Collection of Terrifying Werewolf Tales is a gripping anthology of horror stories that will leave readers howling at the moon. This book features ten bone-chilling tales that explore the savage and primal nature of the werewolf, and the terror that it unleashes upon unsuspecting victims.

 

From the eerie howls of the pack to the gruesome transformations under the light of the full moon, Full Moon Frenzy delivers heart-pounding thrills and suspense. Each story delves deep into the psychology of the werewolf, exploring the inner turmoil and struggle of those cursed with this horrific affliction.

 

With a range of styles and voices, Full Moon Frenzy offers a diverse and immersive reading experience for horror fans and werewolf enthusiasts alike. Whether you're looking for a spine-tingling scare or a blood-soaked rampage, this collection is sure to satisfy your darkest desires.

 

So, brace yourself for the full moon, lock your doors, and settle in for a night of terror with Full Moon Frenzy: A Collection of Terrifying Werewolf Tales.

• Language: English
• Publisher: Sean Benoit
• Release date: Apr 12, 2023
• ISBN: 9798215321003

Sean Benoit

Sean Benoit is a rising star in the world of storytelling, bringing his passion for literature and creative imagination to his writing. As a beginner author, he is constantly seeking to hone his craft and deliver engaging and thought-provoking stories to his readers. Sean's unique perspective and ability to craft vivid characters and intricate plots make him a master storyteller in the making. He is excited to share his work with readers everywhere and invites them to join him on this exciting journey.

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Foreword

Dear Reader,

It is with great pleasure that I present to you Full Moon Frenzy: A Collection of Terrifying Werewolf Tales. This book has been a labor of love for me, as I have always been fascinated by the legend of the werewolf and the terror that it inspires.

In these pages, you will find ten bone-chilling stories that explore the primal nature of the werewolf and the horror that it unleashes upon unsuspecting victims. Each story is a journey into the dark heart of the curse, delving deep into the psychology of those afflicted with this monstrous affliction. From the savage transformations under the light of the full moon to the blood-soaked rampages of the pack, Full Moon Frenzy is a rollercoaster ride of heart-pounding terror and suspense.

I hope that these stories will stay with you long after you have turned the final page, and that they will ignite your imagination and curiosity about the legends of the werewolf. Thank you for joining me on this journey into the unknown, and I hope that you enjoy Full Moon Frenzy as much as I enjoyed writing it.

Sincerely,

Sean Benoit

Howling at the Moon

Avery Blake stared out the window of her car as she drove through the winding roads of the forest, the thick trees surrounding her like sentinels. She had been driving for hours and the silence of the woods was starting to get to her. It was a far cry from the noisy, bustling city she had left behind. But that was the point. She was here to start a new life, to leave behind the memories of her traumatic past.

As she turned a corner, a small town came into view. It was nestled in the heart of the forest, with quaint houses lining the streets. A sign at the entrance of the town read Welcome to Whispering Pines. Avery felt a sense of calm wash over her. Maybe this was the fresh start she needed.

She parked her car in front of a small motel and got out, stretching her limbs after the long drive. The motel looked like it had seen better days, but it was better than nothing. As she walked towards the reception, a man stepped out of the shadows.

Can I help you? he asked.

Avery jumped at the sound of his voice. She hadn't seen him there before. He was tall and lean, with short black hair and piercing blue eyes. There was something about him that made her feel uneasy.

I'm looking for a room, she said, trying to keep her voice steady.

The man nodded and led her to the reception. I'm Lucas, he said, introducing himself. I'm staying here too.

Avery nodded, still feeling wary. She didn't know anyone in this town, and the last thing she wanted was to get involved with someone like Lucas. But she needed a place to stay, and this was the only option.

Lucas handed her the key to her room and said, If you need anything, don't hesitate to ask.

Avery forced a smile and walked towards her room, feeling Lucas's gaze on her back. She locked the door behind her and collapsed onto the bed, feeling exhausted. She had driven for hours without rest, and the weight of her past was still heavy on her shoulders.

Avery tried to push the memory of Lucas out of her mind as she got ready for bed. She changed into her pajamas and crawled under the thin blanket. The mattress was lumpy, and the springs creaked every time she moved. She sighed and closed her eyes, trying to fall asleep.

But sleep didn't come easily. She kept tossing and turning, the events of the past few months playing in her mind like a movie. The betrayal, the heartbreak, the fear - it was all still there, raw and painful.

She was just starting to drift off when she heard a knock on her door. She sat up, heart racing. Who could it be at this time of night?

Who is it? she called out, her voice trembling.

It's me, Lucas, came the reply.

Avery hesitated, unsure if she should open the door. But something about Lucas's voice sounded urgent, and she couldn't ignore it.

She got up and opened the door. Lucas was standing there, his eyes dark and intense.

Can I come in? he asked, his voice low.

Avery nodded and stepped aside, letting him in. He walked past her and sat on the edge of the bed, his body tense.

What's wrong? Avery asked, her heart racing.

Lucas took a deep breath and looked at Avery, his eyes searching her face. Something's happened, he said finally. Something bad.

Avery's heart started pounding faster. What is it? What's happened?

Lucas hesitated before speaking. There's been an attack, he said, his voice barely above a whisper. One of the hunters, he went out on his own and...he was killed.

Avery gasped. Killed? By who?

Lucas looked at her, his expression grim. By the werewolves, he said. They're getting bolder, more aggressive. They're not just attacking animals anymore.

Avery felt a chill run down her spine. She had known, of course, that the werewolves were dangerous. But to hear that they had killed someone, a human being...

What are we going to do? she asked, her voice shaking.

Lucas looked at her, his eyes intense. We have to fight back, he said. We have to take them out, before they do any more damage.

Avery felt a sense of dread settle over her. She didn't want to be involved in any kind of violence, but it seemed like there was no choice.

What can I do? she asked, her voice barely above a whisper.

Avery's heart was pounding as she sprinted through the dense forest, branches and leaves whipping against her face and body. She had been hiking alone, enjoying the peacefulness of the woods when she heard the sound of a struggle. She had followed the noise and found herself in the middle of a violent attack.

A group of werewolves, their eyes glowing amber in the moonlight, were surrounding a man, their teeth bared and growling in a way that made Avery's blood run cold. She recognized him as one of the hunters, Michael, who she had seen around town.

Avery watched, frozen with terror, as the werewolves lunged at the man, their claws tearing into his flesh. Michael screamed and fought back, swinging his gun wildly, but it was no use. The werewolves were too fast and too strong.

Avery knew she had to do something. She scanned the area, looking for anything she could use as a weapon. Her eyes fell on a fallen branch, and she snatched it up, gripping it tightly.

She charged towards the werewolves, screaming as loudly as she could. The werewolves turned to face her, their eyes blazing with anger.

Avery swung the branch with all her might, hitting one of the werewolves in the side. It yelped in pain and backed away from her. The others hesitated, unsure of what to do.

Leave him alone! Avery yelled, her voice shaking with fear.

The werewolves stared at her for a moment longer before turning and running off into the woods, leaving Michael's lifeless body behind.

Avery stood there, shaking and gasping for breath. She couldn't believe what she had just witnessed. She had heard rumors about werewolves in Whispering Pines, but she never imagined they were real.

She knelt beside Michael's body, tears streaming down her face. She didn't know him well, but she couldn't help feeling responsible for his death. If she hadn't been there, maybe he would still be alive.

Avery sat beside Michael's body, tears streaming down her face. She couldn't believe what had just happened. The peaceful forest she had been hiking through had turned into a scene of horror and violence. She felt numb and overwhelmed.

As she sat there, trying to process what had happened, she heard footsteps approaching. She turned to see Gabriel, the werewolf pack's leader, walking towards her.

Are you okay? he asked, his voice low and gravelly.

Avery nodded, still unable to speak.

Gabriel knelt beside her, his amber eyes studying her. I'm sorry you had to see that, he said. It's not something we like to expose outsiders to.

Avery looked at him, surprised by his words. She had expected him to be angry or defensive, but instead, he seemed sympathetic.

I didn't know werewolves were real, she said softly.

Gabriel's lips quirked in a small smile. We try to keep it that way. It's not easy, but it's necessary for our survival.

Avery looked around, noticing for the first time the intricate network of caves and tunnels that surrounded them. She realized that the werewolf pack had made this place their home, and they had gone to great lengths to protect their secret.

I understand, she said, her voice barely above a whisper.

As Avery sat beside Michael's body, she felt the weight of the pack's presence around her. She turned to see several pairs of eyes staring back at her, their expressions unreadable. The tension in the air was palpable, and Avery felt like she was suffocating under the weight of their scrutiny.

Gabriel stood up, and the rest of the pack followed suit. He gestured for Avery to stand as well. Come with me, he said, his voice low.

Avery hesitated for a moment before standing up and following him. She felt a hand on her shoulder, and she turned to see Caleb looking at her with concern. Are you okay? he asked.

Avery nodded, still unable to speak. She followed Gabriel through a narrow tunnel, the sound of their footsteps echoing off the walls.

Finally, they emerged into a large cavern, where several other members of the pack were gathered. Avery looked around, taking in her surroundings. The cavern was filled with the sounds of the pack's conversations, and the scent of wet earth and damp fur was thick in the air.

Gabriel turned to face her. I want you to meet the rest of the pack, he said. They have some questions for you.

Avery nodded, feeling a knot of anxiety forming in her stomach. She knew that the pack was wary of outsiders, and she didn't know how they would react to her presence.

As she walked around the cavern, Avery met several members of the pack. Caleb introduced her to Alex, a lanky werewolf with a mischievous grin, and Isabelle, a fierce-looking woman with sharp features and a no-nonsense attitude. They both seemed friendly enough, but Avery could tell that they were sizing her up, trying to figure out if she posed a threat to the pack.

Finally, Gabriel called for everyone's attention. I know you all have questions about our new guest, he said, gesturing to Avery. But first, I want to make something clear. She is not a threat to us. She stumbled upon our territory by accident, and she had nothing to do with the hunters' attack.

There was a murmur of agreement from the pack, and Avery felt a weight lift off her shoulders. She had been worried that the pack would see her as an enemy, but it seemed like they were willing to give her a chance.

As the pack welcomed Avery into their midst, she couldn't help but feel a sense of fascination with their culture. She had always been interested in the supernatural, and being among werewolves was like a dream come true.

As the night wore on, Avery found herself engaged in lively conversations with members of the pack. They told her stories about their past, about their struggles and triumphs, and Avery was amazed by their resilience and strength.

Caleb sat beside her, his eyes bright with excitement as he regaled her with tales of their hunts. You should come with us sometime, he said. It's exhilarating, being out in the woods, tracking our prey.

Avery felt a thrill of excitement at the prospect. She had never been hunting before, but the thought of running through the woods with a pack of werewolves was thrilling.

Gabriel stood at the edge of the group, watching Avery with a look of curiosity. She could feel his gaze on her, and she wondered what he was thinking.

As the night wore on, Avery found herself feeling more and more at home with the pack. She laughed and joked with them, feeling like she had finally found a place where she belonged.

But even as she reveled in her newfound sense of belonging, Avery couldn't help but feel a sense of foreboding at the back of her mind. She knew that there was still danger lurking in the shadows, and she couldn't shake the feeling that something terrible was about to happen.

As the night began to wind down, Avery found herself alone with Gabriel. They sat together on a rocky outcropping, watching the stars overhead.

I never thought I would find myself drawn to an outsider, Gabriel said, breaking the silence between them.

Avery turned to him, her heart racing. What do you mean?

I mean, Gabriel continued, that I never thought I would find myself drawn to someone who isn't like us. You're an outsider, Avery. But there's something about you that I can't quite explain.

Avery felt her heart skip a beat at Gabriel's words. She had felt a connection with him from the moment they met, but she never thought that he could feel the same way about her.

I don't know what to say, she replied, her voice barely above a whisper.

Gabriel turned to her, his piercing blue eyes locking onto hers. Say that you feel it too. That you feel drawn to me.

Avery hesitated for a moment before nodding. I do, she admitted. I feel drawn to you, Gabriel.

As she spoke the words, Avery felt a surge of emotion wash over her. She had never felt this way about anyone before, and she couldn't help but wonder what it would be like to be with Gabriel.

Before she could say anything else, a loud noise interrupted their conversation. Avery turned to see that several members of the pack had gathered together, their expressions grim.

What's going on? she asked, standing up and moving towards the group.

Gabriel followed close behind, his hand resting gently on the small of her back. Hunters, he said simply.

Avery's heart sank at his words. She had known that this day would come, but she had hoped that they would have more time to prepare.

Avery felt her heart race as she looked around at the other members of the pack. They all looked tense and ready for a fight, their eyes fixed on the group of hunters who had entered their territory.

What are we going to do? she asked Gabriel, her voice trembling slightly.

We fight, he said simply, his gaze never leaving the hunters. We protect our pack and our way of life.

Avery nodded, her fear slowly turning to determination. She had come to care for the members of the pack, and she was not going to let them be slaughtered by the hunters.

As the hunters approached, Gabriel gave a low growl, warning them to stay back. Matthew, the leader of the group, stepped forward, a smirk on his face.

Well, well, well, he said, his voice dripping with sarcasm. Look what we have here. A pack of mangy mutts.

The members of the pack bristled at his words, their teeth bared in anger. Avery could feel the tension in the air, and she knew that the slightest wrong move could set off a full-scale battle.

What do you want? Gabriel demanded, his voice low and menacing.

Matthew shrugged. Just doing what we were sent here to do. Exterminate the werewolves and expose their existence to the world.

Avery felt a chill run down her spine at his words. She knew that the hunters were dangerous, but she had never realized how determined they were to wipe out the pack.

As Matthew spoke, Avery could feel the rage building inside her. How dare he refer to the pack as mangy mutts? They were intelligent, loyal creatures who had done nothing to deserve this kind of treatment. And yet, she couldn't help but feel a sense of unease as she looked at Gabriel, who stood stoically in front of her, ready to defend the pack at all costs.

As the tension mounted, Avery's mind drifted back to her past, to the trauma that had brought her to Whispering Pines in the first place. She had been running from her demons for so long, trying to escape the darkness that threatened to consume her. But now, as she faced off against the hunters, she realized that there was no escaping her true nature. She was a werewolf, just like the members of the pack.

Avery tried to push these thoughts to the back of her mind as the hunters continued to taunt the pack. She could hear the growls and snarls of the werewolves around her, their eyes fixed on the hunters as they prepared for the inevitable attack. And yet, despite their fear, there was a sense of unity among the pack, a bond that was unbreakable.

Suddenly, without warning, Matthew lunged forward, his gun raised. Gabriel was quick to react, dodging to the side as the bullet whizzed past his ear. The rest of the pack followed suit, launching themselves at the hunters with a ferocity that was both terrifying and awe-inspiring.

Avery found herself in the thick of the fight, her instincts taking over as she clawed and bit at the hunters around her. She could feel the blood on her hands, the adrenaline coursing through her veins as she fought for her life and the lives of those she had come to care for.

And yet, even as she fought, Avery couldn't shake the feeling of internal conflict that gnawed at her. She had never wanted to be a werewolf, to be a part of this world of darkness and violence. And yet, here she was, caught in the middle of a battle that seemed to have no end.

As the fighting continued, Avery found herself face-to-face with Lucas, who had been separated from the rest of the hunters. He looked at her with a mixture of fear and fascination, his eyes tracing the contours of her body as if seeing her for the first time.

Avery, he said, his voice barely audible over the chaos around them. Are you alright?

She nodded, her heart racing as she tried to catch her breath. I'm fine, she said, her voice hoarse. But we need to stop this.

Lucas looked at her, his expression unreadable. I don't think we can, he said. Not without more casualties.

As the fighting continued, Avery found herself face-to-face with Lucas, who had been separated from the rest of the hunters. He looked at her with a mixture of fear and fascination, his eyes tracing the contours of her body as if seeing her for the first time.

Avery, he said, his voice barely audible over the chaos around them. Are you alright?

She nodded, her heart racing as she tried to catch her breath. I'm fine, she said, her voice hoarse. But we need to stop this.

Lucas looked at her, his expression unreadable. I don't think we can, he said. Not without more casualties.

Avery felt a pang of sadness at his words, knowing that he was right. The hunters were relentless, and the pack was fighting for their lives. As she looked around at the carnage, she could see the blood and gore, the bodies of both werewolves and hunters lying motionless on the ground.

And then, suddenly, the world around her shifted. She felt a sharp pain in her head, as if something was trying to break through. She stumbled, grabbing onto Lucas for support as she tried to steady herself.

What's wrong? he asked, concern etched on his face.

Avery shook her head, trying to clear her thoughts. But as she looked up at Lucas, she saw something in his eyes that made her heart skip a beat. There was a darkness there, a glimmer of something feral and wild.

And then, in an instant, the vision was gone. Avery was left gasping for air, her mind reeling from the intensity of the experience. She looked up at Lucas, but he seemed to be just as confused as she was.

What was that? she asked, her voice trembling.

Avery's vision cleared, and she took a deep breath, trying to steady herself. Lucas still had his arms around her, and she felt the heat of his body against her skin. She pushed away from him, feeling a sense of unease.

What was that? she asked again.

Lucas looked at her, his expression dark. I don't know, he said. But we need to get out of here. Now.

Avery nodded, feeling a sense of urgency. She looked around, taking in the chaos of the battle. The hunters and the werewolves were still locked in combat, and she could see the fury in their eyes. The air was thick with the scent of blood and sweat, and she could hear the sounds of snarls and growls all around her.

She took a step forward, but Lucas grabbed her arm, pulling her back. Not that way, he said, pointing towards a dark alley.

Avery hesitated, but she could see the wisdom in his words. She followed him into the alley, trying to keep her