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.

She is the first person we are trying this antidote on, so it’s like an experimental drug and I was so scared that it would not work because she was already getting pale. I was beginning to flashback to Celia’s death, and I thought I would watch Heather die in front of me and do nothing. But the moment I heard her howl to the moon, I felt both relieved and excited. That howl assured me that she would live, and I couldn’t be more excited. I heaved a sigh of relief as I watched the black veins that were beginning to spread all over her body disappear completely. All that stared back at me was the most beautiful white wolf I have ever seen. She was alive and well in just a matter of seconds and

She hisses and grabs the fleshy parts of his cheeks to force his jaws part, "Cat got your tongue?" Jayden sobs and huddles up into a corner, "Alora-" "Alora's not here right now." Iphigenia cackles away. The lights flicker and the shadows crash in on them like a tsunami of black water. Their panicked gazes are the only thing visible in the darkness. I am Death. She whispers to them, claws scratching on the wooden floors. They both flinch away from her as she circles around them-she treads around them with the triumphant steps of a victor. The building shakes under the gravity of her paws.

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.

Done hiding. The White Wolf has risen.

Hope more, Sena. @Death Wish