Death Howl Novels & Stories

“Fuck you, human… I’m worried about myself. I’ve yet to be born. I want to feel the wind on my fur and the earth beneath my feet. I’m too young to die.” “Don’t worry, you won’t die today—I’m a Judan in three martial art forms, man or wolf. I’m kicking his ass for doing that to Dale.” Before Kirk could move, there was a howl, a sound so menacing Ethan dropped the knife.

“Boys! Speak up!” Reede raised his hand. “I did not see the body, but I heard a rumor from a pack in the south, Crescent Moon. Two werewolves have died, but they couldn’t explain it. Remember the black virus? Similar to it. The body turned gray and the eyes seemed hollow. But here’s a thing, I think they might not die in that mysterious death. There was a stab wound behind their heads. What’s going on, Alpha?” “Not sure yet, but here’s what we should do.” Before I could spread the enhanced image from the drone, there was a knock on the door.

I felt his heart pounding beneath my palm, each beat a plea. “You know… that won’t kill me, right?” he gasped, voice tight with pain, yet smug beneath the suffering. “I know,” I whispered, leaning in. “But it’ll make me feel better.” Then I ripped it out. The warmth of it, alive seconds ago, was gone. I tossed it to the side; it thudded into the bushes. His groan cut off. Blood blossomed across his chest; the crimson against the darkness made even the night quake. A pack of vampires surged forward from the trees. Their pallid skin and decaying scent filled my nose. Unlike his metallic sweetness, theirs was harsh and dead.

The air in the room changed with each new headline. “This just in—tragedy strikes the influential Holland family, as youngest son, werewolf James Holland, was found dead in his Houston penthouse. Authorities, both werewolf and human, are ruling it a suicide.” A photo flicked onto the screen, and I froze, my glass of wine halfway to my mouth. Turning slowly, my eyes narrowing into slits, I faced Ghost. “Hey, Ghost. Weren’t you just in Houston?” Meeting my stare with one of his own, he continued loudly slurping his noodles.

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.

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.

The explosion that followed silenced the cries. From the darkness, illuminated by the fire engulfing the train, the figure that had been waiting by the roadside approached the wreckage. He stopped before it and pulled the hood from his face. His face was a horrid affair, a decaying patch with worms crawling out of it. He raised his hand towards the train and the train shivered violently, even as it was still burning. Wraiths of bodies, translucent and glimmering a ghoulish blue, rose from the wreckage. The faces on these wraiths were confused and they seemed to be drawn to the being rather than moving towards the figure by the roadside. On sighting him, they started screaming, high-pitched,

Scarlet commanded, in a very casual tone. "What? You didn't think we would actually want to eat with you guys right? See I had a long day, I don't want to reek of blood tonight so…." They scrambled out before she finished her sentence, what had bothered them the most wasn't death but the torture before it. It is rumored Alicia could use the "Sage of the spirit", an extremely brutal stone-like fruit rarely ever found which could cause unimaginable pain and intense hallucinations when used on a vampire.

my lips twitched in pity as I faked sadness, "You'll simply die." "Don't be as stupid as the man in the next room." I said while shaking my head, "He chose his loyalty over his life, and do you know what that got him?" Her eyebrows furrowed as if trying to analyze my words, "Probably all his bones are now broken, half of his skin is not even attached to his body anymore, the flesh of his nose touched his mouth-" I slightly winced at the image, "And I really can't point out the position of one of his eyes anymore." My lips pursed, "And you know what the best part?" I wasn't waiting for an answer, "I got to hear his screams as the acid flowed into his blood and slowly ripped him from inside as