Howl Pendragon Full Body Novels & Stories

The wolf jumped again towards the Cursed until they were slammed into a tree. Hugo's breath jolted out, his gaze turned angry. Aryadi grunted in front of his enemy's face while sticking his claws into the man's chest. Hugo shouted out once. His body trembled for a moment before yawning and quickly turning into a wolf in red fur. Aryadi the black wolf gave a startled voice. Hugo took advantage of that split second by throwing the wolf Aryadi's body. Aryadi was thrown several fathoms while Hugo stood tall in his form as a wolf proudly.

Rogues — three, four, five — snarling, eyes feral, bodies twisted with infection. People screamed. Warriors shifted. Chaos exploded. Kael shoved Eira behind a pillar. “Do not move—” A rogue lunged from the side before he finished. Eira turned just in time to see claws slash toward her. Pain tore across her shoulder. She hit the ground hard, and her breath ripped from her lungs. Her vision blurred. Kael roared her name — a sound more animal than man — and tore the rogue off her, ripping it apart with a brutality that shook the hall.

“I want you alive.” The Councilor’s eyes narrowed. “This is irregular.” “So am I,” Ronan said flatly. “I will answer for it.” Silence stretched. Finally, the Councilor inclined his head. “The Council will observe.” Ronan nodded once. It was done. The wolves began to disperse, whispers following them like smoke. Chains were removed entirely. Someone draped a cloak over my shoulders black, heavy, marked with a silver sigil that burned against my skin. Claimed.

Roland needed to worry more about his own love life and worry less about mine. Now, I watch in anticipation as Sarn walks to the center of the clearing. He looks to the sky and his magic builds quickly. It isn't the same as mine. This is violent and wild. Hot and steamy. The entire clearing explodes into light with his shift. I almost fall to my knees when his dragon's body fills the large, empty space. Beastkind shift to about double our human size. We are no comparison to Sarn. He stands at least thirty feet high. His mouth and jaws are bigger than my entire body. His wings unfurl and scrape the trees on either side of him. Fifty feet of pure exquisite beauty. He was right. No one will eve

"Because he just woke up." Suddenly, the floor of the vault erupted. A massive, golden-black shadow tore through the reinforced glass and steel, a creature of pure, terrifying frequency. It wasn't a shift—it was a manifestation. The Void-Wolf stood seven feet tall, its fur made of obsidian smoke, its eyes glowing with the same golden light as mine. It lunged at Arthur before he could even blink. The "Frequency-Trigger" was crushed in Arthur’s hand as the Wolf slammed him against the holographic terminal. The silver mask on my father’s face shattered, revealing the terror beneath.

Eventually, he held back and pointed at the Benares Dragon, Neela, and the supporters around her as he said, “Aim more precisely. Kill everyone else except this dragon.” “Alright, Emperor.” Hound agreed and entered the control room once again. However— A young man, who had been stripped of his clothes, lay slumped in the corner of the control room. His facial features looked precisely the same as Hound, who had come in. He was glaring resentfully at the clothed Hound right now, but he could not say a word. The Ancestral Bodhi Tree’s roots fully entangled his body. Some of them even entered his orifices. That man was the real Hound El-warthog Dragonia.

A howl rose in the distance. Urgent. *Alarm.* Luna was on her feet instantly. Orion grabbed his blade. They ran. Outside, wolves were gathering at the southern edge of the clearing. Pointing. Shouting. Luna pushed through the crowd. Stopped. Stared. At the tree line, a body hung from a low branch. Not dead. But close. Beaten. Bloodied. And carved across his chest in deep, deliberate cuts: *THE THRONE IS A LIE*

He smirked, and I looked over my shoulder and noticed several figures walking towards us. Three tall massive shapes, and one slightly shortened, but no less impressive. When the fog and distance cleared, I could see Arman and an older version of him. Then beside them a young man, impressive, and when Urien laughed, and his eyes flashed, getting the man's eyes to flash in return, I guessed that was Adam. Urien´s cousin, Talia Pendragon´s mate, and Dragnoir King. The shorter man´s eyes were impressive, hypnotizing red. His aged hair and slight lines at the edge of his eyes didn't diminish the power he exuded.

Fairies froze where they stood. Raphael and Aurelia could only watch in paralyzed horror as Perseus' body contorted, bones reshaping with sickening crunches. His human form dissolved into something far more terrifying—a dragon three times the size of any natural shifter, its scales black as the void between stars. The moonlight seemed to bend around its enormous bulk as it rose to its full height, blocking out the sky. A single beat of those colossal wings sent warriors tumbling like leaves in a storm. Arrows meant for its hide shattered against impenetrable scales. The dragon shifters who moments ago had been advancing now stumbled back, their weapons slipping from suddenly numb fingers.

Edmund ordered. In the form of a large sword, Red Brun stretched until it pierced the hellhound's neck and pierced its tail. Then, Edmund spun around his giant sword with a single swing in the air and split the hellhound's body in half. Keefe and Al immediately showered the split body with healing water right along the gaping wound. Edmund again burned the hellhound's body with the dragon's holy fire, this time until it was completely scorched. "Did we win?" Al asked, staring at the hellhound's scorched body that remained to ashes.