Howling In The Dark Novels & Stories

But I know it is indeed incredibly difficult to find someone whom you would be inclined to bare your soul. The darkness is engulfing me from every slope, leaving me frightened in my place. Being unable to scream for help, tears started streaming down my face as the malevolent silhouette reached for me, attempting to mumble something in my ears. "I am at a loss as to how to finally put an end to this. Please help me," I prayed silently "Maybe just try to cover your ears and keep your eyes closed," I theorized. As the darkness creeps in and begins to exert pressure within every grasp, the deafness is beginning to break my ears. I just could not breathe because I was immobilized all over. My mi

Then his glow faded, his fangs retracted. Forcing myself to appear nonchalant, I scoffed. “You scare me, please.” I brushed past him, walking deeper into the woods. A lie, but a necessary one. Vulnerability coursed through me I was utterly alone. But.. How many of them were hiding in the shadows, waiting? Obviously wolves from my grandfather’s pack… traitors right under our noses. helped. But why? How had they infiltrated so deeply without detection? I couldn’t attack... not now.

As the pack began to line up, there was a loud howl in the distance. Bianca's heart started racing. Her wolf, Jenna, began howling in her head. Who was that? She was no longer focused on the warriors. She was looking for the source of that howl. Her blood ran cold when an enormous black wolf came from behind the warriors, growling. Was this wolf going to kill them?

Michael and Kelvin tried to calm them down, but they were becoming more aggressive by the minute. Just when it seemed like the situation was going to get out of hand, a loud growl shook the room. It was so intense that everyone felt the urge to kneel in front of such power. Ashton, Michael, and the others stared at Theo in shock. But it wasn't Theo who had let out the howl. It was his wolf, Dark. Dark's presence was imposing, his power radiating throughout the room. The alphas who had been shouting just moments before lowered their heads in submission.

Don’t fail. I grip the handlebars, my knuckles white. The moon’s not just a deadline—it’s a trigger. If Vivian’s what I think, it’ll pull her power out, ready or not. And if I’m right about that scent by the gym, we’re not alone. I start the engine, but before I peel out, I glance at the woods. They’re dark now, the kind of dark that hides secrets. Then I hear it—a sound that stops my heart. Not a growl, not a scream, but a howl, low and haunting, slicing through the night. It’s not one of ours. It’s something else, something old, and it’s calling her name.

The room under the stairs, the little black door, the mirror woman, the journal, all of it seemed to pause at once. Then I heard it. A howl. Low. Distant. Wrong. Not Black Hollow pack. Not Damien’s wolves. This sound came from the woods beyond Frost Ridge, stretched thin through rain and fog. Another answered. Then another. My stomach dropped. “You said we weren’t doing another monster fight yet,” I whispered. Damien looked at me. “What?” “Nothing. Personal complaint to the universe.” He rose slowly. So did I. The howl came again. Closer.

The embarrassment she felt threatened to kill her before any witches or werewolves got the chance. “That’s not how it works.” Rowan laughed. “Wait, there it is again.” And this time Elly heard it. Howling. She moved closer to the edge of the cot, desperate to see what was going on. The sound of howling was closely followed up by the sound of snarling. Large nails and teeth tore into the ground and flesh not far from their cell. Even Elly could hear the sickening sound of bodies hitting the ground.

Just the empty, rain-soaked street. She swallowed hard and whispered into the dark, her voice trembling. “What do you want from me?” Thunder rolled across the sky, deep and endless. And then, from somewhere far beyond the trees, faint, but just clear enough to make her blood run cold, came the sound of a wolf’s howl.

The murmur come across them and they blinking miserably, “Hunt, hunt, hunt... The knowledge of the old is right in the open...” The roared that never this world hear is toppled every noises that is splash and go. It even seem a hum and is causing the mind to spun! At the border of the darkness and the dim of a place is surrounded by the men in black, and they open their eyes and glance at the deepest of the darkness. They murmur that is causing the entire world to a halt, “Hunt, hunt, hunt... The blood must stain the darkness...” However much the time has it been, no one bother to mind. They close their eyes once again and waiting. Whoever in the deepest of the darkness will come out in no t

Then I laugh softly. “Pathetic.” My voice echoes faintly. “You were always weak.” The darkness slowly closes in again. Hours pass. Maybe longer. Then something new reaches my ears. Faint. Very faint. But impossible to mistake. Wolves howling. Far above the temple. A long chorus rising under the full moon. Celebrating. Living. Thriving. While I lie chained beneath the altar in silence. I will be back. I swear it.