Hell Wolf Novels & Stories

"Now we have a trail to hunt. Search the old spirit web boards for any news about a mutilated male wolf in that territory. A bloody attack on an elder's son must have made the whole pack howl." "Understood." "What did the mooncode seer find?" Tavon asked as the stone went dark. "A small settlement called Wolfspring Hollow is hiding a crime against Johnson," I said. "Wolfspring Hollow?" Tavon's eyes widened, his wolf ears pinning back against his head. "That territory belongs to the Shadow Howlers. They are the most vicious pack in the Midrealm Territories. They hate our syndicate more than anything. This just got much bigger, Malakai. I will send my best scouts into the central states, but i

I feel my back hit the wall, nowhere to step back now. Mate? What the hell is he talking about? Werewolf do believe in soul mates. The perfect other half or counterpart chosen by the moon goddess for them. Werewolves find their mates by their smell and appearance. The first time they see each other, they’d know. But I smell nothing from this guy. I don't feel anything. Ugh, he must be drunk. But...he doesn't look drunk and I also don't smell any alcohol. And most of all, werewolves don't get drunk very easily.

Hellen nodded and Liana pulled the cloth and let it fall to her neck. "Ahhhhhhhhh!" Hellen screamed so loud it startled Liana, making her cover her ears. "What's wrong with you?" Liana asked. "I knew you couldn't shoot me you bastard," Hellen snarled at RK who had lowered his gun. "I'm so used to empty threats so don't try them with me, you spineless moron. You think you can silence me? Well, think again because-" She didn't complete her sentence because RK punched her on the head so hard that she lost consciousness. Her limp head fell to her right shoulder. Liana just stood there, mouth wide open.

My wolf savored seeing the number of wolves it had to kill, it was already craving the sweet smell of death but I stopped him and now they just walked towards him. The full moon cast an eerie glow over the woods, the air still. It was like the woods had realized the death that was going to descend on its abode. I prowled the shadows, senses on high alert. Suddenly, snarls echoed through the woods. They were trying to scare me or what? Bunch of fools! The rogue pack emerged, eyes glowing in the dark. The air was stained from their bad blood. The rogues attacked, a flurry of teeth and claws.

“The blood wolf is a hybrid, made from two different monsters, both violent and bloodthirsty, the loup-garou and the vampyr. It craves blood constantly and can never be appeased. It's a being so powerful that the native tribes start worshiping it as a god. It’s not until a coven of witches stand up against the blood wolf and put it down with a spell that the land is freed of its evil.” He looks up at me, and I swallow hard. What have we done?

His eyes burned brighter as he slowly stalked forward, not stopping until he stood in front of the one with Kyle’s scent all over him. The rogue wolf whimpered, crouching toward the ground as if trying to hide. Unfortunately for him, there was nowhere he could hide from Shade. My beast had his scent, and it was all he needed, not that the wolf could go anywhere. Its eyes widened when Shade opened his mouth wide before taking its whole head into his mouth. Before clamping his Jaws closed, the hellhound sucked a deep breath in and began sucking the wolf's soul from his body as he clamped down and bit his head off, not allowing the rogue to go home to the Goddess, but instead, sent him to hell.

“Are you okay? Who are you speaking to? I ask, a bit worried. “It's a voice in my head, she calls herself Lyra. I know you might think I'm crazy and probably need to go to an asylum but it's the truth” “I believe you”. I say smiling at her while finally closing the gap between us, I reach out to her once again, patiently waiting and praying for her to take my hands. Just as she reaches out to me, I hear the ruffling of leaves nearby and then a different scent hits me. My instincts to protect her kicks in and I quickly tell her to get behind me while abruptly scanning the area for rogues. As expected, a couple of wolves jump out of hiding and begin circling us, their intent clear as they grow

they said with a little fear of their voice but again the clown head laughed. "Of all the werewolves here in howling Island he is the only one different, don't make the mistake of trying angry the werewolf who possessed those spiral crimson eyes because otherwise, even your soul will not survive" all of them stunned of what the clown head said. Maybe they know of what she pointing but still don't want to believe. I wonder who he really is? Why he's the only one who possessed those spiral crimson on his golden eyes? Why he is the most different?

In agonizing pain, Iron bath replied, "You're a minion of the evil sorcerer, I can smell nothing but his filth on you. You have no goodness left in your tainted soul. You should beg for mercy but it would be a futile attempt because I won't spare you!" As he spoke the moon shone brightly in the night sky bathing the fortress in her radiant light. Iron bath's eyes turned a brilliant yellow like a wolf's and he looked up straight into the mage's eyes, "Who am I? I am Ikoko- the Iron werewolf. Fang of the Oracle and these eyes shall be the last thing your tainted soul shall behold", he said in a deep fears inducing voice as he began to transform and every bone in his body began to break. The ma

She looked at it with the thoughts of what the wood would do, the damage it would cause when she smashes the wood against the monster's head. Thankfully, the sight of her mother had temporarily disrupted the phantom, giving her the chance to activate her plans. She would want to get up from the ground slowly, knowing fully well the sensitivity of a werewolf's scent and hearing. She stood quietly, making sure her legs didn't break any twig which rested on the ground. She suppressed her groaning at the time she lifted the wood above her head, ready to smash this beast's head and end its terror. But the phantom turned its face backward, its eyes staring at her from the side until it turned its