The Howling Werewolf Mga Nobela at Kwento

It was a full moon, and the round luminous moon shone brightly in the sky, and the millions of stars surrounding it were dimmed in brilliance when compared with it. Under a huge tree were the young werewolves of Ghost Pack, who were just 18 or a little above, and their constant, painful howls, drowning the chirping of the insects accompanied the silent night. The Alpha and the elders stood to the side with somber expressions, their eyes fixed on the howling werewolves that were currently undergoing their first transformation. They were slightly disappointed, as many of them were lowly Omega, which had never happened before.

Her call is an echo on the wind, a summons to battle that cannot be ignored. Beside her appears a pair of wolves, Aoron and Eta. They connect with the werewolves, seeking compatible partners amidst the pack. Together, they unleash a powerful howl and charge towards the Drider. They attack from all directions, their claws and teeth deadly weapons that tear and rend. Gradually, they manage to break all the Drider's legs, incapacitating it.

That’s right, there’s a heavy curse laid upon my brothers and me; a curse that restricts us from shifting into our wolf forms under the sunlight lest we get roasted. It was absurd as we weren’t vampires but still, it was real. Owing to that fact, we were called the 'Night Howlers', because our howls could only be heard at night when we were allowed to shift. The reason behind the curse remained vague but from the information we’d managed to gather, it was because one of our ancestors had rejected their mate on a full moon. After all, he was in love with another and this had angered Selena, the moon goddess.

It was a horrible way to live, a horrible curse. Howling Moon couldn’t open his eyes to see the blue sky or to see the way the world had changed. He missed seeing the stars, hearing the birds in the night talking to one another. The only thing he could do was feel and smell what was around him. The scent of another werewolf awoke a part of him that he never thought would come awake again. Then screams of pain, and he could almost see the horror in his mind. Moments like this had washed through him many times over the eons, but Howling Moon had learned to stop wanting. Out of the dirt, he would want again, and he wanted to find the people who had done this to him.

They weren’t vassals of broken thrones. They were survivors of a legacy long cursed. And now, they would fight for more than vengeance. Kalen stood beside Troy, both bloodied but unbowed. “If we die, we die on our feet.” Troy smirked, the old fire returning. “And if we live, we start again—no lies. No thrones built on bones.” Another monstrous howl echoed through the trees—closer now. The Hollowborn had arrived. They were wolves who were cursed and acted more or less like vampires, feeding on blood and being insatiable. They were also very powerful beasts and their leader was feared in the whole werewolf kingdom.

Madeline and Aurora howled aloud while looking at the moon, demanding more strength from the moon. The whole pack howled behind her, pleading the moon to bless them with strength and life. Both Adolphus and Onyx howled aloud behind their mates’ howl, voicing their support to their mates. Even high rankers, including Lucifer and Hailley, couldn’t stop themselves from howling behind them, resulting in their wolves forcing themselves out and joining their pack.

When a second howl slices through the forest, I’m moving before I even think — sprinting toward the sound, my warrior instincts in full command. The air around me thickens, heavy with the stench of blood and rotting meat. It clings to my throat like smoke. Suffocating. Then I see it. The Wendigo. A werewolf turned monster after consuming the flesh of another werewolf. A disgusting, cannibalistic beast.

"As I mentioned before, there were seven werewolf packs before Andrew and the Queen ruled together. Lycans are the strongest, essentially the royalties of our time. Elemental wolves are the offspring of a werewolf mating with a witch. Crescent wolves only shift when there's a full moon. Cursed wolves could have been normal shifters if it weren't for the fact that they lose self-control over their wolves during a full moon, red moon, or blue moon. Pack wolves, like your previous pack, live under the rules of an alpha. Rogues used to live together but without following the pack's rules. They don't follow an alpha and prefer to be individuals.

and he speeded up the car. She was yelling from the pain of being burnt. But her yelling and screaming were soothing these three monsters. They were laughing and changed themselves into three wolves, pouncing and dancing around the fire. They started howling and whimpering. The handsome boy reached there, parked his car and rushed outside towards the direction from where the sound of howling was reaching to his ears. As he was running towards the sound, he suddenly stood and got frozen at the sight. The fire had already covered her within itself and these monsters were there only, dancing around.

Clara pointed out. "Course he is, the Alpha that bit him probably did it as a last resort that's why he isn't sired to him, Jason's a lone wolf" Joseph calmed down and got another beer. "A lone wolf? You didn't teach me about those, you said Werewolves always travel in packs" Clara said confused. "They're very rare! Very rare, lone wolves are a type of Werewolf bound by no one, they have complete freedom and complete control, not to mention their strength it rivals some alphas" Joseph explained.