Howling In The Dark Novels & Stories

________________ Author's Note: Hello my dearest readers, Welcome to the enthralling world of Shadows in the Night: Secrets of the Howling Heart🌙✨ As an author, crafting this tale has been a journey through the captivating city of Bucharest, where the ordinary and the supernatural converge, and destinies entwine amidst the enchanting allure of mystery and love. Get ready to dive into a world where mystery and the unexpected walk hand in hand. This story unfolds in the captivating streets of Bucharest, where every corner holds secrets, every alley whispers untold tales, and every character is a puzzle waiting to be solved.

“Careful, Seraphina. You asked to speak.” “I spoke,” I said. “Now listen.” I turned to the crowd. “If you want change, demand it with clarity. Not blood.” A howl rose from the far side of the quarry—angry, defiant. Then another answered. And another. The sound rolled through the pit, vibrating in my bones, awakening something feral and ancient. My wolf surged, teeth bared, instincts screaming. Draven leaned close, his voice low. “You can’t stop what’s already awake.”

Something is binding my wrists together behind my back and when I pull against them the bindings burn like fire against my skin. Silver. They tied me with silver rope and the pain is so intense that I have to bite my lip to keep from crying out. My wolf is nowhere to be found, pushed down so deep inside me that I can barely feel her presence at all. The third thing I notice is the darkness, a suffocating, oppressive darkness that seems to press in from all sides. The trees are so thick overhead that barely any moonlight filters through and I can't see more than a few feet in any direction.

“You helped us so far..” He quietly chuckled. “And what if it was a trap? I changed my mind to lure you girls out here and butcher you. And my army of wolves are in the woods, watching, and waiting.” He leaned in with a smirk. “Oh, they are hungry! And it was really easy.” Darkness settled in his eyes. “No..” Keondra shook her head. “We will be on our way, please.” She quickly jumped out and Hilda followed. “Run.” He roared. “I love chasing my dinner, so run!”

She whispered his name, her voice barely audible, and before everything went black, she heard the cracking of bones the next minute. The howling of Lycan wolves filled the air before she slowly gave in to the darkness.

I whisper. The words feel like death. A tremour runs through me. My body shaking. Breaking. I suck in a breath that doesn’t quite fill my lungs. And then... I howl. The sound tears out of me, raw and feral, echoing across the grounds, through the ruins, into the open air beyond. Agony.... Rage.... Loss.... Everything I can’t contain. The howl fades slowly, leaving behind nothing but silence and the steady, relentless pulse of the bond.

Sprinting forward in the speed of lightning, bursting with a passion to protect the werefolk and the new leader of the Howling Five, a giant silver wolf bolting closely behind him, he roared to the stampede of might and determination. ‘TILL DEATH! DEATH FOR THE DARK SLAVE AND HIS MASTER!’ ‘YES!’ The wolf-folk chorused with a fighting roar. The black wolf smirked and leapt off the cliff, aiming right for the pit of his imminent end—-. NOOOOOOOoooooooo!!!!!!! A ghastly scream of terror exploded in my ears.

The forest was cloaked in darkness, the only illumination coming from the dim headlights of the car. The air was thick with anticipation, and even though the night was still, there was a tension that made the hairs on the back of my neck stand on end. The howl we heard was not just any howl—it was a powerful, commanding sound that reverberated through the trees. It was a howl that demanded respect and attention, one that seemed to signal the arrival of something, or someone, important.

He was still looking at his phone. “Listen.” He stopped reading, his fingers still on the screen. His eyes fixed on the window. “The dogs…” “They’re howling. All of them. At the same time.” The chorus continued for long seconds, sharp howls that echoed in the silence of the night like a collective lament. It wasn’t the normal barking of dogs — that annoying but familiar sound. It was a long, sad howl, almost supernatural, as if they were announcing something terrible that only they could sense.

Perhaps the delay meant he was reconsidering. Perhaps the death of his demons weakened him. And then… On one dark cold night— When the moon was a thin, pale sliver in the sky— When the winds were unnaturally cold— When the forest fell silent— A sound echoed across the realm. A howl. Not from wolves. Not from beasts. Not from any living thing. A howl of something ancient. Something furious. Something dangerous. Something approaching. The night shifted. And every wolf instinct inside me whispered the same thing: