Howl Hmc Novels & Stories

I muttered under my breath, unable to not voice my thoughts out. Just as we found Claire Hanzel, Ajax's slave mate, something unexpected happened. When I went to grab her, a blinding light suddenly beamed among us all and we could only watch in shock as she, that damn omega, ran and jumped straight into the water river, then never coming out again. Recalling what Elder Ismael said back in his discussions with the other great elders, it was probably the work of that omega's ancient power. A power called Witch Whisper or something.

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His eyes were wild, practically screaming murder. The air turned lethal. Danger rolled off him in waves. The models felt it. Pure instinct made them shake. "Uh... we have another gig," one stammered. "We just remembered." "Yeah, super urgent." The other scrambled to put his shirt on. They practically bolted from the room. Biting back a smile, I picked up my phone and refreshed Midnight_Howler's page. Bingo. A new post from fifteen minutes ago: "She's in my house. Laughing with other men right in front of me. The sounds are slicing my heart to pieces."

It shrieked—not a howl, but a static screech, like a broken radio tuning into pain. Vin shot two tranqs into the third’s neck, but it barely flinched. Riley’s eyes blazed silver. She shifted. Not fully, just enough to tap into her primal speed. She dropped to all fours for a second, dashing past the snarling hybrid to sweep its legs. It collapsed, twitching violently. They stood in silence as the last creature twitched on the ground, then lay still. Jaxon’s breath was ragged. “Lorne’s not just experimenting anymore. He’s manufacturing.”

"Shadowthorn essence and Whisperwind Venom, two of the most deadly venoms." "Huh," I managed to choke out, my voice barely above a whisper as I looked at Dr. Halt with brokenness etched across my features. The weight of her words hung heavily in the air, and it seemed like the world around us had come crashing down. In that moment, I saw a shift in Dr. Halt's demeanor. Her gaze softened, and she began to treat me not as just a patient, but as if I were her own sister. "Shadowthorn essence is a dark poison derived from the thorns of the nightshade plant. They cause terrifying hallucinations, leading to paralysis."

He said and they all cheered happily. “I think you should start with yourself; you know…” Marcus suggested “Okay, sounds good. My name is Asher Stoneclaw. I am a fearless and skilled male hunter, I excel in tracking and capturing prey for the pack. My loyalty to Alpha Marcus is unwavering, and my presence instills confidence in my fellow pack members.” He said and I smiled. “Wow…” “Yep, this girl over here is Elara Swiftclaw.” He said as he pointed at the second girl that spoke after lily.

////////////////////////////////////////////// POV(FIONA), I walked down straight to the beach in my uniform heading to the serving point, darkness had took over the day and the moon came to light it up, it was a full moon tonight, and it was somewhat special. I smiled at the amazing view of the tents, the tents were arranged with ranks, the first one was for the Alpha, the second for the Beta, the third for the Zeta's, the fourth for the Gammas, the fifth for the delta and I wouldn't call the last one, a rank, but I'll say it anyway, the Omega's tent since it was our serving center, the tents were half filled, and we expected more guests. The higher-ups were clanking their cups of wine whil

A powerful voice and aura that commanded attention yelled Amanda’s name, cutting through the tension like a knife. The authority in that voice left no room for negotiations as it demanded respects. it demanded cooperation. No, it demanded obedience. Amanda’s face paled, and everyone turned to see who had spoken. A chill ran down my spine. I got up to my feet and looked over the crowds heads, spotting the owner of that voice. Our Luna.

I turned around and walked over to a Grey Packman, "Hey, man. Do you know what just happened to that stupid slave? Who is she?" "Oh... Don't mention it. She's a slave we brought back from the Bright Pack. Dirty and lazy, I don't want her to appear in front of me, she'll keep me from eating." The man spoke with a face full of disgust. He smiled after taking a sip of wine, "Don't mention the slave that spoiled our fun. You must be the Alpha of the Blue-moon Pack, right? I've heard of you, you're famous and our Grey Pack's most honored guest! Let's have a nice drink!"

Alicia replied disinterested in the topic. Reaching down into the crate on the floor, Ian drew out another bottle of blood this time it was labeled "Blood Type 0" with a little inscription at the corner of the label that read "negative". Carefully placing it on the table, he uncorked it with ease pouring the concentrate liquid into a wine glass, his hands quivered in ecstasy as he struggled to keep his grip. Alicia stared intensely as he poured, watching over each drip like her life depended on it, simultaneously putting great effort into restraining herself from snatching the bottle.