Death Howl Novels & Stories

It is a declaration of my refusal to succumb to this torment, a vow to reclaim my humanity. With each step forward, the groans and yells mingle with the howling wind, a cacophony of torment and defiance. The pain intensifies, but I push through, fueled by a burning resolve. Each communication, whether a groan or a yell, is a testament to my unyielding spirit. I am Marcus, the cursed and demon Lycan, and I will not be silenced by this agony. I will fight until my last breath, searching for a way to break free from the clutches of this curse.

She ran towards his lifeless body and held him against her chest, fat tears rolled down her eyes as she mourned. "No you can't die, you can't leave me! I need you,Charlotte needs you, we're not done with our duty, we still have to protect and guide her. We still have a lot to do together. You can't die!!!" "Did you really think you could get rid of me that easily? You pesky little humans really do think highly of yourselves." Said the werewolf who is now in his human form.

But the silence prevailed in the surroundings all of a sudden, so sharp that it sliced my breath in half. My entire body shook as the sound of bodies hitting the ground came from outside, the unmistakable, sickening weight of men collapsing. I recognized it in a heartbeat. The rhythm of death! I had heard it all my life from the other side of walls and doors! My pulse skittered as only wolves’ growls now echoed in the forest, washing a wave of despair over me. The lycans weren’t roaring anymore, and it was a sign that death wasn’t far away from me.

The howl that rose from the city that night was unlike anything heard before. Wolves from every pack, every lineage, every generation—they howled together, their grief echoing off the mountains, carrying Kael's spirit to the ancestors. The sound was primal, ancient, heartbreaking. It rose and fell like waves, each howl blending into the next, a chorus of loss that seemed to shake the very foundations of the earth. Vampires stood in silent respect, their ancient faces grave. Hybrids wept openly, clutching each other. Love seekers dimmed, their light flickering like candles in a storm. The entire city mourned.

Something holy. "One more moon," he whispered. "One more scream." Victor threw back his head and howled. It wasn’t a call for allegiance. It wasn’t a threat. It was a warning. To gods. To wolves. To her. That he would not die quietly. That love twisted wrong didn’t fade—it festered. That he would tear the world down to keep from being forgotten. The howl echoed through the forest, through stone, through roots, until even the owls fled their nests, wings slicing through night air heavy with omen.

It was my mother’s voice, echoing through the neural link one last time. "Thank you for the data, darling. The Purge was just the beginning. Now, let's see how your rebels handle the 'God-Wolf' I just built with your frequency." A massive explosion rocked the Hive. The tunnel doors were torn off their hinges not by a bomb, but by a hand. A massive, white-furred beast stepped into the red light—it looked like Dante’s Void-Wolf, but it had Elena’s white-gold eyes and Silas’s lethal smile.

I fall to my knees and double over for a second as the vision of Hugo fills my mind. In a flash, Doze is next to me. “I felt it too when my old man died. It should pass quicker for you because your wolf wasn’t really attached to him. Their souls never bonded,” he explains. I grunt and try to push to my feet but a wave of nausea hits me. “Just sit tight for a minute, I’m gonna get the hose,” he says, as I throw myself on my back. The feeling is like a bad leg cramp all over my whole body and for a moment, I can’t move.

I pushed even more, imagining my hands squeezing their brains until they exploded. “Stop this!” The witch yelled at me. “I will kill your friends myself.” “Then your will be done. We are all dead. Not one of us is walking away from this. I am going to die. But be assured, I will take you all with me.” Blood trickled from their noses and ears. The guy who slapped Kylie died first. I smiled as he took his final breath. His companion, the choke happy , one, soon followed. I rotated my shoulders and flexed my weirding on the witch and remaining wolf. He was a large, black wolf. He pressed to the witch’s side as she ran her hands through his fur.

Her pain was so vivid that anyone seeing the photo could feel it. I suddenly felt a chill go down my spine. A wave of grief and bitterness swept over me, and I felt like I had died all over again. That day, after getting out of the car, I had fallen into a hunting trap and died on the spot—both lives were lost. I gritted my teeth and looked at Enzo. He stood there looking like he'd been struck by lightning—motionless and not even breathing. He stared hard at that photo, and his eyes gradually became more bloodshot.

He growled, showing his teeth at her. “Howling Moon I never knew you lived. I was told you died that night. Everyone thought that the whole tribe had died. I even thought your father was dead.” Willow told him with such sorrow in her voice that Howling Moon turned his head to look at her. The darkness seemed to fade, but he couldn’t change back.