Death Howl Novels & Stories

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.

CHAPTER 18 SUPPORT WARNING! THIS CHAPTER CONTAINS LIGHT (SEXUAL, SUICIDAL, DANGEROUS, EXPLICIT) SCENES AND WORDS NOT SUITABLE FOR PEOPLE BELOW 18 YEARS OLD. READ AT YOUR OWN RISKS! YOU HAVE BEEN WARNED! It was not a secret what happened after that. The famous howl of death is dubbed by most of the creatures as a sign of impending war or simply death. “Were you not afraid at all?” Zane wanted to smack herself on the face for her stupid question.

Finally, the pillars completely disintegrated under the Silly Huskies' swarming tactics. The deer horn monster's sound waves were also blocked by these countless Silly Huskies. At this point, he seemed to collapse from exhaustion and fell to his knees. However, he continued to mumble something. Chase faintly sensed wisps of death aura spewing from his mouth. "Still unrepentant even at death's door," Chase said with a cold snort. Greedy Wolf flashed like silver lightning. The deer horn monster's head was severed and fell heavily to the ground, raising a cloud of dust. Even so, no blood spurted from the exposed neck. It was bare like a tree trunk.

, he’s shaking as the dagger fell to the ground. “The known killer of Werewolves?” Other were-rogue asks. I devilishly smirked doing my attack towards the naked man. Throwing my dagger straight to its heart. They alerted themselves as they saw how their companion turns to ashes. “Yes. I am Death. You want to be one of my favorite collections?” I showed myself yet they can’t see my face due to the black skull mask I’m wearing. They should have attacked me but my hands are quicker than them. I pulled two of my 45 caliber guns. And shoot their foreheads and hearts making their early death. My gun has a silver bullet that contains the same mixture of venom and wolf's bane.

I whisper. The words feel like death. A tremour runs through me. My body shaking. Breaking. I suck in a breath that doesn’t quite fill my lungs. And then... I howl. The sound tears out of me, raw and feral, echoing across the grounds, through the ruins, into the open air beyond. Agony.... Rage.... Loss.... Everything I can’t contain. The howl fades slowly, leaving behind nothing but silence and the steady, relentless pulse of the bond.

[Death Dog- Elite rank] Level 56 HP- 800 CON-80 ATK-380 STR-126 DEF-22 DEX-4 Speed-58 AGI-58 Mana-95 INT-19 [Skills- Perception(Mystic) Stealth(Elite) Dark Vision(R) Vision of the Pack(Mystic)] A Death dog is a two-headed hound that roams plains, caves and deserts. Hate burns in a death dog's heart and a taste for humanoid flesh drives it to explore the surface world, death dog saliva carries a foul disease that causes a victim's flesh to slowly rot off the bone.

"Holly, I'm a reaper. I take souls, I've killed many in my life. I'm sure I wasn't a good person in my human life either. You can take an entire harem if you want, I have no place to ever stop you. I'll just be grateful for what love you do want to give back to me." No way. Things couldn't go that smooth could they? "You really weren't such a good person," Death all but purred his pink eyes latched onto them. "And now it's time for me to make sure you remember every last single thing. When I'm through you'll both be long gone and I'll take my time devouring that one. I want her to be in such delicious and long-lasting pain for everything she's put me through." There was no way Holly was goin

Sigils blaze violently around its form, already recalculating, already escalating. This region resists correction, it announces coldly. Escalation authorized. The ground convulses. Pillars of light spear upward around us, boxing the Hunt in with surgical precision. Wolves slam into the barriers, snarling as invisible force throws them back. Ethan skids to a stop beside me. “That’s new.” Gravehowl emerges from the smoke behind us, colossal form coalescing fully now—fur bristling, eyes burning with savage delight.

I screamed. ​I ran toward him, but Silas stepped into my path. He raised the bone scythe, the silver blade humming with a lethal energy. "The Tenth Life was always meant to be the last, Elowen. You don't need a heart to jump. You just need a soul. And I have a very large jar waiting for yours." ​He swung the blade down. ​I didn't have time to think. I threw my arms up to protect my face, the black vein on my wrist glowing so bright it was blinding.

I threw my head back and I howled like I’d never howled before. A raw, unfiltered cry tore from my soul. At first, the sound was small, strangled, barely a whisper against the wind. But then it grew—raw, aching, a cry of grief and longing that tore through the night. It wasn’t just a howl. It was a confession. A surrender. I howled for my family, for my pack, for her. For everything I had lost and everything I would never have. The sound echoed into the night, swallowed by the wind and snow, as I laid my soul bare under the watchful gaze of the moon.