Ozark Howler Novels & Stories

His eyes scanned around and his ears listened for the faintest of sound. “Should we trust him?” he heard and it wasn’t long, their scent wafted into his nostrils and his eyes flickered red. Night Howlers, the days belong to them, obviously. He leaped up to the tallest tree where he could see and hear them without them detecting his presence. “We have no choice, he has been providing food for our younger ones,” another voice answered. “I don’t know, it’s just…it seems strange.” The first one said and finally, they came into view. They weren’t old, they looked about ninety to hundred years old each.

They started clawing away at the surprised werewolves and they ran back immediately. “Retreat!” the werewolves cried. “Attack!” Mork cried. At the other end of the rock, Ozark stood up and dusted his hands. He walked over to the rock with a hammer in his hand and stopped. He raised it up and screamed loudly as he brought the hammer down on the rock. It cracked into pieces at once and he turned to face his men. “Today, we make history,” he grunted. “Do not spare a single soul of them.”

It’s an evolved troll with three horns, the highest and strongest in their species. Crap! Can I handle that in my current state? Do I run? Out of nowhere a blur of red slams into it and sends it flying into a tree. When the motion settles, I see a giant dark red spider, it stomps a foot on the orc’s neck and bites into it. The sound of chewing echoes in the quiet night. ‘Eldora…’ ‘I know. That thing is not a normal monster.’ I can’t tell if I should back away or not.

Tyler Lorch orders. This is it. I massage the grass with my claws to keep them clean and sharp. Moments later, we detect movement in front. Then I hear footsteps. Many footsteps. I can smell the rogues. Sweat, desperation, and greed. “Aurora, that’s your cue,” Jordan sends through the mind-link. “Go! We’ll surround them.” Breaking away from them, I lope around the back corner and round the front where I get my first glimpse of the infamous Olympic Howlers.

Everyone from the Shadow Howlers had stopped to watch the interaction and weren't doing a good job of hiding their laughter. "Uh, no, I'm not like that. No one in our pack is like that. We see females as our equals. So, will you come to the pack with me?" Omar asked cautiously. Alani's smile spread across her dirt-covered face, making her green eyes shine. "That's more like it. What's your name?" she asked while taking his hand. He was so stunned by her change of attitude that he didn't know what to say at first.

“After the surprise attack that was launched on our clan yesterday, I have decided not to just seat and watch yet another one occur. We received intel that our enemy is been aided by Ozark.” I paused as I watched her and her subordinate whisper something to each other. Perchance, she has no idea of who Ozark is. On that I decided to give full information. “Ozark is a tyrant rogue who has grown not only in strength,but also in army and his sole aim is to exploit any clans weakness and eventually dominate it. He has been on it for years.” Lyra’s expression remained unreadable but I could sense a flicker of interest in them.

"I wish you could, too." Poppy gasped at a flash of movement she saw out of the corner of her eye. A small golden-brown animal scampered to the top of a boulder not ten feet from them. Perched on the rock, it balanced against a short furry tail as it stood in its hind legs and munched on a tiny pinecone. "What is it?" Poppy whispered. "It's a northern Idaho ground squirrel. They run all over this mountain. Believe it or not, they're endangered." Hunter smiled affectionately at the diminutive rodent.

Silence pressed between us for an instant then howling broke it. Not a wolf's howl but something twisted and something wrong. Warriors stood frozen. Shadows shimmered at Lucian's toes, restless. My wolf burst against my fur, claws shredding to get out. "They're here" I said to him, low. The forest erupted. Shapes dropped from the tree line—giant beasts with eyes glowing and jaws too wide, too toothed and to belong to this world. Morgana's hounds were flesh warped by darkness and muscle bound up in sorcery as they rushed forward but their trajectory was purposeful and straight for us.