Howl 4 Novels & Stories

she whirled around to check. Howling came from the distance, getting their attention as they started to sail across the .lake. It seemed like more packs of wolves had joined the chase, and these were even more determined to catch them. Lana stood from where she crouched to see them in the distance, their glowing eyes and sharp teeth illuminated by the moonlight. “Tyler isn't breathing!” Aragon's panicking voice announced.

"Shadowthorn essence is a dark poison derived from the thorns of the nightshade plant. They cause terrifying hallucinations, leading to paralysis." "While Whisperwind Venom is harvested from the elusive Whisperwind spiders dwelling in the ethereal forests, this poison imbues one's mind with haunting whispers and illusions, driving them to the brink of madness." "These poisons are not easily found. They are only in Kingdom Solstice." As tears streaked down my cheeks, I struggled to make sense of Dr. Halt's words. My shoulders sagged under the weight of the brutal revelation, and my eyes widened in shock. Frantically, I scanned the room, desperate for answers that slipped through my fingers li

Suddenly, a long, mournful sound pierces the air. Hooooooo-ooooh. The Great Horn of the Founders. It echoes off the mountain peaks, vibrating through the ground beneath our paws. It is the signal. The Howling has begun.

Howl! The faint howl made all four of them looked outside the forest and immediately knew what the sound was for. It must be from the pack’s high official calling on their hunters for the hunt just like what Primrose told them. The Moon Stone wolves weren’t aware of this stuff before crossing over the borders; had they known, they would’ve cut their time short for the day. “You have an hour before the pack hunt starts. The first signal usually indicates the calling. Once you hear a second howl, it means the wolves will be out in every border of the land for hunting. Now go on your way and be careful.”

Elandra’s eyes widened, her shadows faltering under the combined strength of Alpha, Luna, and pack. But just as Aria prepared to strike the final blow, a new sound tore the night apart, one that froze every wolf where they stood. A howl. Not Kael’s. Not Elandra’s. Not anyone they recognized. It came from the horizon, deep and ancient, shaking the very marrow of their bones. The ground quaked, the air grew heavier. Wolves whimpered, tails lowering in instinctive submission. Elandra’s smile returned, wider and sharper than before.

Morgana's hounds were flesh warped by darkness and muscle bound up in sorcery as they rushed forward but their trajectory was purposeful and straight for us. "Holding the line!" I shouted, adjusting in mid-air. Fur exploded across my skin, bones breaking, reshaping. My paws hit the earth with claws gouging deep into soil with the taste of blood filled my mouth before I’d even registered my first kill and the hound squealed, shadows leaking from its body as my jaws crushed its throat. At my side, Lucian was a whirlwind of darkness, his wolf form shrouded in writhing shadow, tearing beasts apart with elegance that made them howl like they were being unraveled.

Done hiding. The White Wolf has risen.

The hunters, three cold, sharp points of malice, the wolves and a wild hungry buzz. But there was more, fourth presence, it was not cold or wild, it was… empty like a void. It stood apart, waiting. Like the shadow from the Heartspring. Her eyes snapped open. “There are four.” Kael leaned forward. “Four what?” “Four out there. Three hunters. And a fourth… something else. A void. Waiting.” Kael’s face went still. “A Watcher. They brought a Watcher.” “What’s that?” Ronan asked.

Tonight would demand that every decision be deliberate, measured, and decisive. As twilight settled, Ravenwood itself seemed to hold its breath. The howls of wolves rose, not in harmony but in tension, echoing the fractured landscape of loyalties. The council’s eyes were everywhere, yet their perception had limits. That knowledge was a weapon if wielded carefully. Every step, every pause, every breath could tilt the balance. I moved deliberately, sensing the rhythm of the night, the pulse of the territory, and the subtle currents of allegiance.

Elias stumbled backward, screaming at his soldiers, “Shoot them! Shoot all of them! I want them ALIVE…NO, DEAD…NO, JUST…JUST STOP THEM!” Damon howled into the night….a deep and deadly sound. Leo answered from across the compound with a howl that tore through the smoke. Even Pascal and the weak Mara lifted their heads and howled in response to the call. Then all four wolves charged. The battle erupted again in full force…gunfire blasting, soldiers screaming, and the ground trembling under the fury of four enraged wolves tearing through the ring of soldiers that had moments ago seemed unbeatable.