Howling In The Dark Novels & Stories

“How am I supposed to stand in your light and speak a name, knowing the other might die or go mad or turn into the very thing we’re fighting?” A cold wind slipped through the cracked shutter, threading icy fingers through my hair. It lifted the tiny hairs along my arms and set a shiver rippling down my spine. From somewhere beyond the stronghold walls, a wolf howled. Another answered. Then another. The sound was different from the ordered calls of a pack. Wilder. Frayed at the edges, full of hunger and emptiness. Rogues. Far off, but not far enough.

"On our terms this time." Somewhere beyond the hall, a wolf howled once into the darkness, long and mournful and utterly alone, and none of us could say for certain whether it was warning or hunting. "Whoever helped him," I whispered, "is still in this room."

For a split second, the ravine was dead quiet, save for the heavy, synchronized panting of the hunting party. And then, Fennigan threw his massive, dark head back and let out a roar—a deep, chest-rattling Alpha howl that tore through the canopy and echoed off the mountains. Jax immediately joined in, his Beta howl harmonizing perfectly with his brother’s, followed instantly by the rest of the warriors. They didn't just howl to signal a successful kill. They howled to completely shatter the lingering, suffocating silence of Damon's slaughterhouse. They threw their voices into the sky to release the crushing tension of the execution, the looming threat of the High Council, and the sheer, compl

We didn't let the darkness win. END OF VOLUME ONE

It is a declaration of my refusal to succumb to this torment, a vow to reclaim my humanity. With each step forward, the groans and yells mingle with the howling wind, a cacophony of torment and defiance. The pain intensifies, but I push through, fueled by a burning resolve. Each communication, whether a groan or a yell, is a testament to my unyielding spirit. I am Marcus, the cursed and demon Lycan, and I will not be silenced by this agony. I will fight until my last breath, searching for a way to break free from the clutches of this curse.

One of them. The shadows writhed, the silence grew taut and in that unsustainable stillness, i knew the war raging outside was nothing to the war that had just begun within this room and far away through the cracks of the windows, the faint cry of a howl developed, unprecedented, freezing and tinged with black magic. It was coming closer.

Next, it attacked the enemy wolf one after another, and that wolf almost ran out of places to go. I saw one of the gray wolf's paws slip through the hole in the wall. Even though I was struggling and felt like I would die walking, I went over to the gray wolf and hugged its paws to keep it from falling completely. As soon as I turned around, I heard a loud growl, and when I looked back, I saw the black wolf running toward me. He used his paws again to scratch the back of the black wolf, causing it to stop and lie down on the ground. When the sandy wolf jumped in front of me, it moved like a person, and so did the gray wolf, causing us both to fall entirely. Auntie Sol immediately grabbed the

, Bubby and Mrs Pika chorused and stared right into my eyes and that was when I knew it. /////////////////////////////////////////// I opened my eyes slowly and the Alpha stared right into my eyes with a worried eyes, everyone looked like they were enjoying me being humiliated. I went on four feets, my knee and hand, I could feel my bones giving a wierd reaction, like it was cracking, but it was....... cracking, I'm changing!!!!, But the process was slow, i could feel a wierd pain in my body, painful but nice. I could hear the murmmurings from the crowd, it felt like, they were anxious and suprised, glasses started to break from all angles, the lights, went out, the whole place went dark and

"Yeah, also, some of them would say that they feel like they're being watched and every one of them said that they saw a bloody-hands waving outside the window." "Do these occurrences hurt someone in your house hold?" "One of my assistants got possessed and jumped from the roof of the mansion. Fortunately, some tree catches his body before landing on the concrete floor. He was injured for six weeks." Jonas gasp and gave mister Dankworth a sympathetic look, the latter didn't see it though as his eyes were fixed on Ariz. "There's a rumor that my mansion is somewhat connected in some kind of underground tunnel, it is said to be a hideout of some cult performing dark rituals." He added.

Hale was flung backward with a tortured scream, his body slamming into the ground hard enough to crack stone. I staggered, my eyes bulging out of their sockets as the blinding light twisted and shaped itself, rising higher, brighter, until the massive face of a giant white wolf emerged from the glow. Its fur shimmered like moonlight on snow, its lilac eyes burning with power older than kingdoms. That ethereal wolf opened its jaws and roared, shaking the ground beneath my feet. I stood there frozen like everyone else, witnessing nature's miracle as that wolf growled once more, the sound low, possessive, and protective.