Death Howl Novels & Stories

This new test, however, was legally binding and established Daniel as Florence's sole heir. Florence's condition deteriorated further over the next six months. One late autumn evening, a caretaker played a movie for her. When the scene showed a young man speeding on a highway and crashing, Florence suddenly reacted violently. She threw herself from the sixth floor and died instantly. Acting as her late son's widow, Marigold was the one who handled Florence's funeral arrangements. With no surviving parents or children, Florence's death ensured that all her assets, including the share of Chester's estate she had inherited, went entirely to Daniel.

“What else? What did he look like? Can you describe him?” The man coughed again, blood spilling onto his chin. “Eyes…glowing red. Like fire. And his scent… it was wrong. Not wolf. Not anything I’ve ever smelled before. He smelled like... like death.” My heart pounded. That word—it wrapped itself around my throat like a noose. Death. We’d only heard whispers of creatures that could drain the life from you with a touch. Creatures faster than light, colder than ice, whose bloodlust could empty a body in seconds.

“Please, give him the fucking drug already!” "Thank you," Nox said, his tone almost cordial. Then, without warning, he plunged his fist into the rogue's chest. I flinched as blood exploded outward, his roar dying in his throat. Oh, moon goddess… Broad frame slumped, lifeless, blood pooling at his feet. I swallowed hard, feeling the bile rise in my throat. Beside me, Claw’s coughing grew more desperate. “Nox,” I rasped, sharper than I intended. “He is going to die.”

“…even in death.” “Noo!” Sunny screams, his body trembling as he clutches Liam’s lifeless form. “Liam… please wake up!” he begs, shaking him. “Don’t do this to me, man! You have to fucking wake up!” But Liam’s body begins to turn black in his arms. A creeping, unnatural darkness that grips Sunny with fear. He gently lays him aside, jaw clenched, eyes burning. Then he charges at the Hollowborn wolves, striking them straight in the heart— Exactly where it hurts… exactly where it kills.

Misha is standing in the middle of that oblivion, with her sweat drips from her forehead and the dark, full of mystery, yet holding the death and sin of the underworld starting to play into one musical piece. “DRIP, DRIP, DRIP. JUST HOW LOVELY WOULD THEIR DECAPITATED HEAD, TORN FLESH, AND EYES WIDE SHOUT OPEN WILL APPEAR IN THE BROAD DAYLIGHT?” From her fast-beating heart and the warnings that she needed to confirm. With quite shivering hands and cold turn sweat, she slowly removes her glasses as the horror greeted her. A CURSE TO DIE! DIE! AND BETTER YET STILL DIE!

Their bodies crashed against trees, uprooting them with the sheer force of their battle, leveling the land beneath them. They moved too fast—mere blurs in the chaos—only visible when their bodies slammed into the earth, shaking the very foundations of the world. Until both were drenched in blood. Pinned beneath him, Heratte lay in a pool of her own darkness, her chest rising and falling in ragged breaths. The Death Wolf loomed over her, his teeth bared, his growl reverberating through the battlefield. “You… you killed my Selene.” His voice was raw, guttural, trembling with unfiltered rage. “I will fucking end you.”

Thali POV What the hell is happening? "I can still convince myself to believe you, but may I know who is this Driana?" My head was like a buzzling bump. I don't see any affect of a psycho or any seek on Nadjiana. I just don't get what she said! Of course, I believe in ghost, nun, phantom or any scary stuffs. But I don't think being dead was a big deal to Nadjiana. All of people will be gather to death.

Then, it became quite of a swarm. A howl permeated the air under the scorching hot sun. Somewhere in the east plains, there was a showdown between Moonwolves and a certain black haired guy. Aside from the sound of howl and breezing wind, the sharp chirps of thunder also joined in the fight. Screams of agony from wolves being beaten and stomped by lightning strikes soon echoed, replacing the howl they did in hope for backup. The sound brought hope for its fellow dying comrades, but it didn’t bring the same energy towards the black haired guy beating them. To him, it was annoyance. And because of this annoyance, he stomped on one of their comrades’ dead body near him.

So he had to die with my strength. "Albus Wesley, son of Alejandro Wesley. As one of the angels of death. I am reaping your soul, today. You may now perish in the hellish fire of hell." When my hand finally caught fire Wesley was screaming in pain. And as it finally disappeared his body sank to the floor due to my heavy presence and determination. I have to get to hell, this is my only way to know the truth. Things that creatures in the ministry of death cannot say.

The wolf's loud growl sounds like it was hurt when it fell. The other one attacked next. It jumped at Damon to knock him down, but even though the wolf was six feet tall compared to a normal wolf, Damon could hold its mouth on both sides and force it open until it broke in half, and then the wolf killed him. I was stunned to see what had happened. Damon started walking towards the downed wolf, which looked crippled because it was hard for it to stand up. He had already killed one of the wolves in his father's pack, and now he would kill another.