Death Howl Novels & Stories

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.

He simply stepped back to the perimeter of the pit, crossing his arms over his broad chest, his piercing silver eyes tracking my every movement like an apex predator evaluating a test subject. Across the Colosseum, partially obscured by the flickering torchlight, Denzel Darkmoor leaned silently against a stone pillar. His dark eyes were fixed entirely on me, his hands buried deep in his coat pockets where my mother's silver locket rested. I was completely on my own. "Begin!" Hawthorne shouted, bringing his arm down in a sharp, swift arc. Before the professor’s hand even hit his side, Susan moved. She didn't hesitate or test my range; she charged with terrifying shifter speed, a blur of motio

The sorrow and weakness that had plagued his old bones instantly vanished, replaced by a wave of pure, unadulterated pride. The silver-haired elder threw his head back and let out a deep, booming, triumphant **howl** that echoed across the mountains. He knew it. The blood of the legendary Conlay generals had never run thin. The little daughter of the Silvermoon Pack wasn't a weak Omega—she was a storm waiting to break.

"Listen to this! Listen carefully to the audio and tell me what you mean by this!" The vicious recording was played again from the phone. Jayson's face turned deathly pale, his eyes filled with unconcealed terror. But he still tried to deny it, attempting to turn the situation around with his horrible acting. "No, wait, this isn't me! It's made with AI! Joshua must have gotten someone to do it! He's trying to frame me!" "Joshua is dead!" Mom screamed, lunging at Jayson and grabbing his neck in a chokehold. "He's been dead for three years! You killed him! It was you!"

But it's something. The flames rose higher, engulfing the platform, and Ronan's body was lost in the light. The eastern wolves began to hum again — that low, mournful dirge that vibrated in the bones. The southern refugees joined in, and then the Ironmaw wolves added their voices, a deep, rumbling harmony that seemed to shake the ground. The Nightclaw scouts raised their muzzles to the sky and howled — not a hunting howl, but a mourning howl, a sound of grief and honor and farewell.

The metallic scrape of stone on steel was a soothing beat, a promise of the blood that would follow. Olivia. Her name was my focus now. Her death would be my declaration of war, the fiery spark that would set them ablaze for a fire they could not extinguish. And when it was done, when her blood soaked into the earth and the wolves howled their mourning, I would smile. Because it was my destiny—to bring them to their knees, one after the other until there wasn’t a single one left standing. They believed they could escape the fury of my kind, my lineage.

I coughed and wheezed and struggled back to my feet. "UGH." I heard Darion groan. Smoke blinded my sight, and I could see nothing before me—the sounds of people and monsters fighting and the sounds of people dying and begging filled my ears. "Mira!!" I called. I heard Olivia cough, and I struggled to my feet, still dazed. "Mira!!" I cried desperately. "I'm fine. I'm fine." she heard her mutter from the darkness. "DO YOU NOT SEE ITS BEAUTY. THE BEAUTY THAT IS DEATH, THE MERCY THAT IS DARKNESS." Saltos's voice boomed through the evening sky.

“Earis will destroy the world after the death of a dragon and a newborn! The hunters will bring Carnage unlike any we've ever seen before and your perfect Luna will lead us to our deaths!” A loud static ringing buzzed inside my head. HXP protocol from the hunters, checked. Dragon, checked. Soon to be newborn, checked! WE'RE DOOMED!

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.

You are not hers. “I…” My chest burned. My heart slowed one beat, then another. The lilies leaned toward me, petals closing like mouths. I burst out to him Not body, not flame, but voice. The battlefield flared with Hollowflame, fighting Death’s stillness. The lilies hissed, petals curling, smoke rising black. Wolves groaned in their frozen half-poses, as though my scream dragged them closer to moving again. He is mine! Death’s veil fluttered. She leaned down, curious.