Death Howl Novels & Stories

[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.

Hunter stops yelling, and the smell of death leaves the air. “Demon,” Talon growls, “we will never meet again.”

The moonlight spilled across the clearing — and I froze. The scent of blood. The unmistakable tang of death. Kael shifted beside me, his hackles raised. “Do you smell that?” I did. And beneath the stench of blood and decay, I caught her. “Aurelia,” I whispered. Then came the sound — the howls. Not one or two, but dozens, echoing through the night like broken cries. The rogues were howling — but not with triumph. Their howls were wild, chaotic, restless.

They reached a wide chamber lit with candles and filled with the low hum of voices chanting in a language Riley couldn’t understand. A tall figure emerged from the shadows. Ezekiel Wolfe. He looked nothing like Jaxon—older, scruffier, with wild gray hair and robes made from stitched denim and feathers. “Blood of my blood,” he intoned, bowing his head. “You have returned.” Jaxon stepped forward. “I need information.” Ezekiel grinned. “Of course you do. That’s all you young wolves ever want. You demand knowledge without earning it.” “This is different,” Riley said. “It’s about Lazarus.”

“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.”

"But I remember the feeling of your hand in mine. And I would rather die in this life than live in one where I don't know your name." ​"Then you will die together!" Silas roared. ​He waved his hand, and the stained-glass windows of the Great Hall shattered. From the darkness outside, a thousand black-winged Reapers poured in, their mechanical stingers humming with the frequency of death. ​"Back to back?" I asked, stepping up to Julian’s side, my Scythe humming in sync with his sword. ​Julian looked at me, a wolfish, familiar smile touching his lips. The silver marks on his face were fully active now, glowing with a brilliance that blinded the front row of nobles.

But death doesn’t wait for goodbyes. Then my phone rang. Xander’s name flashed across the screen. He had been calling nonstop since the news spread. An Alpha’s death wasn’t just a family loss—it was news that traveled quickly, rippling through allies and enemies alike. His funeral would be filled with those who came to pay their respects, but also those seeking insight into the new leadership. I hesitated before answering, my fingers trembling. When I finally picked up, I couldn’t bring myself to say anything. Not even so much as a hello.

She grunted and wailed in pain while her body lightly slumped forward. The same man that killed her mother, killed her father and now, she is going to die in his hands. What exactly does he want? What is he after and why her family? 'I am sorry mother. Forgive me father. For I failed both of you' "You will never forget me! Dead or alive." She watched his long fangs grow out. He is a fucking vampire too! He drew her closer and aggressively bit into her neck. Keondra wailed and screamed in pain. Her entire body shook and her head jerked continuously.