Life Howling Novels & Stories

He howled in the depths of the forest, a mournful cry that echoed through the trees, a cry born of a desire unattainable, a cry of anguish that resonated with the very essence of his being. The echoes of his howl lingered in the air, mingling with the sounds of the forest. In that moment of vulnerability, Ace grappled with the fragments of his identity, torn between the ruthless king of the beasts and the desire for a life beyond the shadows. It was a battle within, a tempest of conflicting emotions that had remained dormant for centuries.

he added before walking away, disappearing into the crowd like he’d never been there at all. Ari’s legs felt like lead as she watched him go. Her chest ached with the weight of a desire she couldn’t name, couldn’t fight, and maybe didn’t want to. And then she heard it: a low, mournful howl that rolled over the city rooftops, echoing through the alleys and streets. It wasn’t human. It wasn’t animal. It was something in between. Ari’s blood ran cold. The city, the danger, the man she shouldn’t want—it was all connected. And she had a feeling she’d just stepped into a world where the rules didn’t apply.

she cried to us as she handed us the painting that was meant for us. I just smiled at her as she hugged us. I looked down at the painting I was holding. "Life in the Darkness" — The Woman Who Lived in the Dark." ** Life in Darkness has signed off.

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.

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.

“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..."

I drove a blade straight through its skull. Before the body even dropped, I shifted again. Wolf. Faster. Stronger. My fur bristled as I tore through another, ripping its side open and sending it crashing into a tree. A bite caught my arm. Deep. Pain flared. Real pain. I snarled, turning violently and crushing its neck between my jaws. Blood filled my mouth. Hot. Thick. I spat it out. More footsteps. More movement. They weren’t stopping. Good.