Death Howl Novels & Stories

I belong, just a little, for the first time. The night I died: blue fire erupts from my hands, screams torn by wolf howls and Hael’s bellow. Ffion grabs my arm—too late. The air is thick with burning hair, flesh, and spell-smoke. Betrayal rips the world apart. I run, pain blossoming across my chest, fire chasing me, my coven’s screams in my ears. Everything burns as I fall, fall, fall—then nothing.

I too have a sensitivity to gore, even with all the things I had to do, all the things I’ve had to see. So I step in, hoping that’s okay, and destroy Callum’s corpse with the black flame. It’s something not taught too often, but I had seen him use it before. And now that the hellhound released his hold on fire, I think it can work. The black flame devours every last cell of life in a dead body. And I don’t think anyone is going to want to give this sycophant a burial.

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.

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.”

Sava's POV: We ran as fast as we could just to reach our comrades! But thankful, they are already there! We stopped running and pursue our breath as we reached them! "Guys! We saw Driana! I know this is hard for you to believe but I will direct you! Driana is dead! She's a ghost!" Nadj direct everyone! The silent goes there but I immediately turned to Kair when he started laughing and the three boys started laughing too. It's only Drew who was looking at me seriously.

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.

Sprinting forward in the speed of lightning, bursting with a passion to protect the werefolk and the new leader of the Howling Five, a giant silver wolf bolting closely behind him, he roared to the stampede of might and determination. ‘TILL DEATH! DEATH FOR THE DARK SLAVE AND HIS MASTER!’ ‘YES!’ The wolf-folk chorused with a fighting roar. The black wolf smirked and leapt off the cliff, aiming right for the pit of his imminent end—-. NOOOOOOOoooooooo!!!!!!! A ghastly scream of terror exploded in my ears.