Red Wolf: A Cryptid Born of Blood. A Horror Tale
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RED WOLF: A Cryptid Born of Blood
A Horror Tale by Allison Woods Some forests don't let you leave.
And some monsters feed on more than blood. They thought it was just a road trip. But the forest had been waiting.
One wrong turn. One forgotten grief. One ancient predator. It was supposed to be a simple getaway-just Evan and a few friends, escaping the noise of the world for a quiet retreat in the woods. But everything changes when a car veers off a desolate road and crashes deep in a forest untouched by maps or mercy. Worse still, they're not alone. In the wreck's aftermath, two strangers appear-one of them badly injured, the other too shaken, too secretive. Their stories don't quite add up. Their fear runs too deep. There's no cell signal. No passing cars. Only the cold, the rain, and the miles of endless trees. With nowhere else to go, the group takes shelter in a crumbling cabin tucked between the roots of the forest. But safety is only an illusion here. The woods are not silent. They breathe. They whisper. And they know pain when they smell it. One of them is dying. Another is unraveling. And something outside is watching. The thing hunting them isn't just a predator of flesh. It feeds on something deeper: sorrow, guilt, grief that's never been spoken. It's drawn to the cracks in the soul. And Evan-Evan is full of them. The trees aren't just trees. Their bark curls like old scars. Their roots twist like fingers. And they remember the names of the ones who never left. As the forest closes in and the group begins to splinter, Evan must face more than the creature in the trees. He must confront the loss he's never truly survived. The minute he looked away. The life that ended because of it. The Red Wolf isn't just hunting them.
It feeds on guilt, on grief, on the kind of sorrow that festers in silence.
Some say it was once a hunter-so merciless, even death refused to take him.
Now it's something else. Woven from grief. Carved in bark. Hungry as the forest is old. A cryptid not of myth, but of memory. It listens. It waits. It tastes what bleeds inside you. And if your grief sings loud enough, it comes. This is not just a survival tale. It's a story about the wounds we carry-louder than screams, darker than night-and the forest that hears them. A haunting blend of grief and myth, RED WOLF: A Cryptid Born of Blood is a story where folklore wears the face of trauma, and monsters walk in the shape of memory. Allison Woods returns with her most harrowing novel yet-a blend of literary horror, psychological dread, and folklore reborn. Some monsters hide in the trees.
Some live in your past.
And some... grow where both begin to rot.
A Horror Tale by Allison Woods Some forests don't let you leave.
And some monsters feed on more than blood. They thought it was just a road trip. But the forest had been waiting.
One wrong turn. One forgotten grief. One ancient predator. It was supposed to be a simple getaway-just Evan and a few friends, escaping the noise of the world for a quiet retreat in the woods. But everything changes when a car veers off a desolate road and crashes deep in a forest untouched by maps or mercy. Worse still, they're not alone. In the wreck's aftermath, two strangers appear-one of them badly injured, the other too shaken, too secretive. Their stories don't quite add up. Their fear runs too deep. There's no cell signal. No passing cars. Only the cold, the rain, and the miles of endless trees. With nowhere else to go, the group takes shelter in a crumbling cabin tucked between the roots of the forest. But safety is only an illusion here. The woods are not silent. They breathe. They whisper. And they know pain when they smell it. One of them is dying. Another is unraveling. And something outside is watching. The thing hunting them isn't just a predator of flesh. It feeds on something deeper: sorrow, guilt, grief that's never been spoken. It's drawn to the cracks in the soul. And Evan-Evan is full of them. The trees aren't just trees. Their bark curls like old scars. Their roots twist like fingers. And they remember the names of the ones who never left. As the forest closes in and the group begins to splinter, Evan must face more than the creature in the trees. He must confront the loss he's never truly survived. The minute he looked away. The life that ended because of it. The Red Wolf isn't just hunting them.
It feeds on guilt, on grief, on the kind of sorrow that festers in silence.
Some say it was once a hunter-so merciless, even death refused to take him.
Now it's something else. Woven from grief. Carved in bark. Hungry as the forest is old. A cryptid not of myth, but of memory. It listens. It waits. It tastes what bleeds inside you. And if your grief sings loud enough, it comes. This is not just a survival tale. It's a story about the wounds we carry-louder than screams, darker than night-and the forest that hears them. A haunting blend of grief and myth, RED WOLF: A Cryptid Born of Blood is a story where folklore wears the face of trauma, and monsters walk in the shape of memory. Allison Woods returns with her most harrowing novel yet-a blend of literary horror, psychological dread, and folklore reborn. Some monsters hide in the trees.
Some live in your past.
And some... grow where both begin to rot.
Format:Paperback
Language:English
ISBN:B0FNRT2XNM
ISBN13:9798262267767
Release Date:August 2025
Publisher:Independently Published
Length:164 Pages
Weight:0.50 lbs.
Dimensions:0.3" x 6.0" x 9.0"
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