Howling In The Dark Novels & Stories

The moon is so bright and there are a lot of howls everywhere indicating that it's midnight and they are ready for the hunt. I quickly turned into my human form and submerge myself into the icy cold water of lake crystal while crying. I hear a loud growl. The howl is near lake crystal and a familiar voice suddenly speaks. "Wife! Where are you?!" The voice looks so concerned. Another dangerous howl echoed in the woods. The birds flew out of fear. I am so weak and freezing. I manage to speak weakly, "Here!" I am becoming weaker and weaker my whole body is weak. My eyes and ears are slowly closing.

“His eyes were dark with lust. He called me a good little cocksucker, that made me take him even deeper. I relaxed my throat and let him slide all the way in, I held him there, swallowing around him, until he couldn’t hold back. When he came, it was so much, his thick spurts shooting straight down my throat. I swallowed every drop, Father. I kept sucking until he was empty, cleaning his cock with my tongue like a devoted whore.” That last word—“whore”—sent a jolt straight through me. My cock jerked violently in my hand. I was rock hard, balls drawn up tight, desperate for release. Without thinking, without a single prayer for strength, I rose slightly and pushed my throbbing cock through the

Like moths to a flame, all sorts of supernaturals are attracted to the Ley line. Becoming assholes is the least of the people of Thorne Hill’s worries. They’re about to become the feast of a demonic army. “How do we close it?” I ask Evander, but the only response I get is a blank stare. “I haven’t the slightest clue,” he finally says. The banshee circles again, screaming so loud it echoes inside our heads, rattling the glass windows of the house.

“Fine. Let’s go meet your rat-eating uncle.” --- Later That Night They descended into the abandoned metro tunnels beneath the city—forgotten relics from a time before the war between man and wolf blurred. The deeper they went, the weirder the graffiti became. Symbols. Circles. Claw marks. Eyes. Eyes everywhere. Riley’s skin crawled. “This feels like a horror movie.” Jaxon smirked. “Don’t worry. You’re the final girl.” They reached a wide chamber lit with candles and filled with the low hum of voices chanting in a language Riley couldn’t understand.

I have to survive. But he was bigger and stronger than me. He yanked me away from him swiftly. I smacked my head on a large rock. I can feel my head spinning. Everything around me appears to be whirling. As my body's wolf felt pain, I howled weakly. I tightened my teeth as I saw Dylan approaching. I tried to get up, but my foot was trembling from the bleeding.

"Shila..." Shila's arms tightened around me, preventing me from moving, her face twisting. "You can't, Claire. You need to escape this place!" In horror, I heard loud growls from a distance, indicating that those werewolves had probably reached the tunnel. "No... We need to go back..." The sound of growling and branches cracking echoed through the forest, seeping through my heart and turning it cold. I could feel my entire body trembling, almost wanting to turn into ice as the gut-wretching sounds continued to play in my ears.

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?

"If you are not able to find a mate before dawn, you would have to choose that girl you messed with. But you have to get a mate before dawn. Remember that the day is for your crowning and the night is for your mated ceremony, you would have to announce your mate as per traditions” "I know Xavier; I knew that for a while. In fact, I have practiced that my whole life” " Very good, now go and take a shower, your uncleanliness can be smelt from a mile away." I turned around and headed for my room. Werewolves lived almost like normal humans, except that technology was forbidden. As for Sazia’s case, my heart was racing as fast as it could, what would happen if I found a mate? Would I still be abl

The Howl Beneath the Moon The first howl came just after dusk. Long, mournful, and too deep to belong to anything living in this world anymore. The entire valley went still. The wind died. The crackle of fire turned brittle and quiet. Then, a second howl joined the first — higher, layered, distorted — and the sound rolled across the mountains like thunder made of teeth. I froze. My heart hammered, instinct screaming that something was wrong, something old.

The howling started just after dusk. Not the usual patrol calls. Not rogue signals. This was different—off. Too long, too low. Like something trying to imitate wolves and missing by just enough to make your skin crawl. Kaela froze mid-step, half a piece of jerky still in her mouth, pulse slamming against her ribs. She spat it out without thinking.