Life Howling Novels & Stories

The sorrow and weakness that had plagued his old bones instantly vanished, replaced by a wave of pure, unadulterated pride. The silver-haired elder threw his head back and let out a deep, booming, triumphant **howl** that echoed across the mountains. He knew it. The blood of the legendary Conlay generals had never run thin. The little daughter of the Silvermoon Pack wasn't a weak Omega—she was a storm waiting to break.

He watched as she lifted her index and middle finger above her thumb, her ring and pinky pressed against her palm. She slowly lowered her index and middle finger until they touched her thumb. The wolf’s howls were the sound of a tortured animal. He sounded as if he were being squished until no more sound left him. The only sound coming from him was the sound of his blood spurting. His eyes were lifeless and his body drooped. His blood dripped to the ground like rain. Goddess.

Cullen had called Colin Andrews, the ancient vampire who lived just east of the pack's border. Colin had been semi-friendly to Cullen for the last two hundred years and had played a part in keeping the peace in the region. Colin was the oldest vampire in the United States, and nearly all others feared or respected him. Cullen had explained about scenting a youngling at the hotel. And that there was a rogue wolf pack prowling their lands.

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.

I pulled my door open as soon as I heard the beep, throwing myself into the passenger seat. "Gigi, I'm not pitying you," Tyce said as soon as he sat down. "I want to help you. I'm going to take you back to Salem. We'll figure it out." "Tyce, we may never figure it out. I've been trying to get my wolf back for almost a year now—something that's not even supposed to be possible. Trust me, my parents tried. The pack clinic tried. Dr. Luna called every pack clinic and hospital she had a connection to and not only am I one of the few werewolves in thousands of years that lost their wolf and lived to talk about it but there was also no record of anyone recovering their wolf. For all intents and pu

“Is it them? The corrupted ones?” “No,” Rowan replied quietly. “It’s worse.” Suddenly, a crack in the sky pierced the quiet—not from lightning, but like reality itself being torn apart. The ground shook underfoot. Aiden instinctively pulled Luna behind him as the pack house rattled. Then they heard it. A haunting, resonant howl… one that didn’t belong to any living creature. Kai drew his daggers. Rowan's expression showed alarm. Luna’s breath caught in her throat.

She stuttered. I anxiously gnawed at my lower lip. The taste of blood spread in my mouth. “Are we going to die?” Yun asked innocently. I just hugged her tighter. Hours passed, but the sound of fighting did not seize. The women and children with me cowered in fear. A loud howl split in the air, cutting through the sound of fighting like a blade. It was bone chilling. Everyone lifted their heads looking around. We all knew who that howl came from, only she could let out a chilling howl like that. Morrigan.

Not for the stranger, but for the life I could have now. A life without fire. Without betrayal. A life where I got to choose. Lily stirred weakly in my mind, her voice a whisper: 'Maybe... just for an hour...' Callista winked, holding up two shot glasses she had somehow produced from her purse. "To new beginnings?" For the first time since my rebirth, I smiled from the heart. The moment we stepped through the frosted glass doors of Howl, the whispers began. "Moonwhisper's rejected Luna..."

Stripes. Burning across my body like fire. The air itself seemed to change. The wolves hesitated. Just for a second. That was their mistake. I moved. Faster than before. Stronger. Unstoppable. I tore through them. No hesitation now. No strategy. Just dominance. One after another. They fell. Until only one remained. Celdor stepped forward. Finally. I tilted my head slightly, blood dripping from my jaw. “You should have stayed hidden.” He didn’t respond.