Life Howling Novels & Stories

My bones cracked and reshaped, fur erupting across my skin as my lycan took over completely. The ground met my paws, and I ran blindly. The wind tore through my fur, carrying scents of pine and earth, but not hers. Never hers! The forest calmed the storm inside me slightly, each stride pounding the ache out of my chest. When I reached the cliff overlooking my territory, I threw my head back and howled at the top of my lungs. The sound tore through the night sky, raw and broken. “Where are you, Liora?” My howl faded into the night, dissolving into the trees and cliffs. I slowed to a stop, my massive chest rising and falling as I caught my breath. The run had burned off some of the rage, but n

I wasn’t brave. ⁠I just was surviving. When th‌e bell‌ rang, chairs scraped back all at onc‌e. The‍ spell b‌roke and boys poured o‍ut of the hall i‌n c‍ontrolled chaos, voices rising now that⁠ th⁠e wolves had finis‌hed feedin⁠g. Finn slung h‌is bag‌ ov‍er on‍e shoulder. “You’ve got Scienc‍e first, right?” I blinked.‌ “How did‍ y‍ou”

She had stepped into my life as if it were a pair of discarded shoes. The pack was a sea of restlessness below them, wolves already pairing off. Ahri raised his arms, and the crowd fell into a hungry silence. “Moonlight Howl!” he boomed over the clearing. “This is the night we conceive. Tonight, we expand our borders and our blood. Our she-wolves will bear the next generation of warriors.” He turned to Raskha, pulling her flush against him. The sight made Diamond whine deep in her throat, a sound of pure agony.

I said in a broken voice, my Adam's apple forcefully bobbing up and down over the lump that had formed. "No, no, no," she whispered, then threw her head backwards and, in human form, let out an extremely loud howl that carried with it the pain of losing someone so special to her. Almost after that, dad howled behind me, and the elders that he seemed to have gathered joined him too, and they howled to the moon goddess together.

After I was reborn, I burned every photo I had with Natalie Landers and tore up the three years' worth of love letters Kristen Rhodes had written me. In my last life, I'd been nothing but a joke caught between those two women. Natalie swore she loved me, but the moment I gave up my study-abroad spot for her, she left the country with Freddy Palmer. Before she left, she wrote me a letter, saying, "He needs me more than you do." I spent three months falling apart. Kristen brought me dinner every night and told me, "I've waited eight years for you." Once we were together, she came home on time every evening and never so much as looked at another man. I thought I'd finally bet on the right

I chuckle and lift my paw to lick. Another howl from a wolf freezes me. This one sounds pained. The girl's lips part as a gasp leaves her mouth. I pause my licking and stare at her. I sighed. I am now intrigued. Blasted. "What are they crying about?" I was referring to the nasty dogs that were disturbing the silence with their howls. "They're howling in loss because our l**k to Prince Ares has been cut. This only happens when a wolf dies." She whispers then her eyes snap down to me in betrayal.

With a firm nod and a yes, heeding her command, they all vanish and back to the reality where time flows continually, unlike the sanctuary they all call home. HOWLING as the hunter’s dire wolf's signal’s its master for the upcoming prey they have been searching. From the mist of the icy breeze under the full bright moon. Its scarlet eyes that painted its blood shut anger curdles as its black fur shines in the moon's rays of light. Taking its steps perfectly in both defense and fight mode circling the target up close as its foul smell boils its wolf instinct to hunt and kill. A growling demon is shifting its ten-foot-tall skinny and thorny body that is bleeding with its black blood from head

Jasper didn't take off his helmet and held tightly to my hand, which was still hugging him. Later, a large, cream-colored wolf suddenly jumped out in front of us, not to attack us but to protect us. I suddenly thought about what had happened in Santa Isabel. Ranzel, that wolf, if I'm not mistaken, is Damon's cousin. That wolf turned toward us and then looked at the black wolf in front of him. They growl at each other and then move quickly, attacking each other. Jasper immediately grabbed me and pulled me off the motorcycle. He hugged me, and then we ran away on the motorcycle. One of the black wolf's companions got in our way.

she whirled around to check. Howling came from the distance, getting their attention as they started to sail across the .lake. It seemed like more packs of wolves had joined the chase, and these were even more determined to catch them. Lana stood from where she crouched to see them in the distance, their glowing eyes and sharp teeth illuminated by the moonlight. “Tyler isn't breathing!” Aragon's panicking voice announced.

Five minutes into the snowy path, Lily began to regret her life choices when she heard a long series of wolves' howls that made her shiver. "What the hell was that?" Rhye furrowed his brow, knowing exactly what the human had been asking as he adjusted their flashlight. His five guardians had been howling half a mile behind them. So he told them to stop. "What are you talking about?" "Those howls... those are fucking wolves, right? Jesus, I don't want to be eaten alive."