Life Howling Novels & Stories

Daniel was the only one who extended a hand towards Donovan, “Who may you be?” “I'm Donovan Costello. I'll be sworn in as alpha of Howling Shadows Pack early next year.” Donovan replied. Howling Shadows Pack was one of the famous packs who had zero losses. They were a prosperous pack who had everything a pack needed to function properly. Blackwood Pack was nothing compared to them. “The tournament ended a few minutes ago. But it'll continue tomorrow.” Mariah said, easing the tension in the air. “You're bleeding.” Someone yelled with a sense of urgency behind them, and they turned to see what was happening.

"You'd fight under a false name, keep your face partially covered, get in and get out. No one needs to know who you really are." I studied the flyer. It advertised "The Howling Pit. Where Legends Are Born and Fortunes Are Won." The artwork showed two wolves mid-combat, surrounded by cheering crowds. "How do you even know about this?" I asked. Zane's smile was grim. "I've been alive for over two hundred years, child. You learn where all the dark corners are." "You think I'm ready for this?" "I think you're as ready as you'll ever be without real combat experience."

Shelly POV: so many things are happening in my life. I just feel so confused. I just want to live my life with my daughter. BUT no. God has other plans that's why this is happening to me because I can't control my feelings towards someone. Certain someone. When I walk out from the club I goes to my home. On my way back to home my phone rings continuously. Just when I got home and sat down the sofa doorbell rang. I furrowed my eyes that who could be on this time. I get up then open the door. Their stood the man that I don't want to see at that moment. But how could he get here so fast. We stared at each other.

Chapter Forty Four (Bradley POV) I hear the howls and approach after helping some of the wounded to see Wilder clutching Livie to his chest. The howls are mournful and the sight makes it hard to thank clearly. “Hey….hey boy wonder. She just needs rest, she will be fine. It looks worse than it is, just have someone get her a doctor.” “What happened?” I turn to see Alpha Christian on his knees staring at Livie with grief etched on his face. He reaches out towards her and a growl escapes Wilder’s lips as he gets up Livie still clutched in his arms. Alpha Christians arms falling to his side.

“You better run away.” “Little girl, we give you a chance to live. If you can run now, run." Selina just smiled. She shook her head slightly, looked at Orla, and then raised her hand to her mouth to whistle. As soon as the whistle sounded from the woods, the loud howl of the Wolf resounded throughout the forest. The people surrounding Selina felt uneasy but did not dare to move. After that echoing sound, the silhouettes of three Wolves ten times larger than average appeared from behind an ancient tree.

He was doing this, what he’d been brought into the world to do. Ridding. Killing. Misbred mistakes. Deviate from us. Kill the innocents. Were they, though? Innocent? No. Oh no-no. A sound came to him, interrupting his reverie: an obscure howling noise, not unlike a dog, or wolf baying far off somewhere. Except . . . He became stock-still. His eyes glittered with mild irritation. The unearthly howl rose again, floating across Blackwater Valley and filling the night. A shudder rippled through his misshapen body.

Elara said, passing the game to her. Lyra stood up, thinking for a moment. “Alright, here we go: One, I’ve written a book. Two, I’m afraid of snakes. Three, I can’t whistle.” “I think the lie is the book,” Orion said. “No, I think it’s the snakes,” Seraphina countered. Lyra smiled. “The lie is that I can’t whistle. I actually can.” The pack members laughed and clapped, the game bringing them even closer together. As the sun began to set, they continued sharing stories, laughing, and enjoying the sense of camaraderie that had been strengthened through their fun games.

Because they were the same ones that had haunted his dreams. Rael whispered the name like a curse. “The Hollow Stalker.” Bram swore. “That sounds like something we should be running from.” The creature let out a deep, rumbling growl that vibrated through the ground. Then, it charged. Elior barely had time to move before the beast lunged, its claws shredding through the space where he had just stood. Freya rolled beneath it, slicing at its legs, but her daggers barely scratched its thick hide. Sienna unleashed a blast of fire—only for the flames to be swallowed by the shadows surrounding the creature.

I didn’t want to be part of my own world right now. I needed something to just take me away from it all. Something i can concentrate on other than gramps and the pack. “Xander, I have my whole life to be reminded that Gramps isn’t here anymore. I have my whole life to live without him. But right now, I need a distraction. One that feels familiar. Strategy and combat. That’s what I know, Xander. I don’t know this grieving and changing packs shit. I don’t want to work through it right now.”

He growled, showing his teeth at her. “Howling Moon I never knew you lived. I was told you died that night. Everyone thought that the whole tribe had died. I even thought your father was dead.” Willow told him with such sorrow in her voice that Howling Moon turned his head to look at her. The darkness seemed to fade, but he couldn’t change back.