The Howling Werewolf Novels & Stories

He shows his teeth as if he was ready to bite Accalia and his saliva is dripping as if he that a delicious meal is right in his front. His growling heavily and he was looking at Accalia differently. It seems that he was not in his right mind. Rogues are werewolves that either have been kicked out of their pack or left on their own free will but some of them weren't in their right mind and only wants to kill or eat anything, just like a human. The eyes of the werewolf turned darker, which means his action will be more aggressive and he wouldn't care even if he would get wounds or be killed. Just like what Accalia encountered before... This Rogue only wants to kill her.

She had to be losing her mind. She looked down at the book again and carefully turned the page. "As only a few mythical creatures can claim," she read, "werewolves have been described throughout different parts of the world for centuries. In the last century, several werewolf sightings have been recorded. The werewolf legend has spread across borders, even across seas and oceans. The shapeshifter wolf has the ability to change form at any time. Aggressive energy or anger may increase the likelihood of causing an unintentional transformation, so such shifters are cautioned to practice extreme discipline and self-control. Black and white werewolves, particularly, are also able to maintain the

I still caught Edna's wailing and screams as I was hit on and on but I couldn't even look at her, my vision was covered with my blood and my body was literally paralysed to even move. My body got to its limit, it had already taken all the hits it could take and began to shut down. I didn't know if I was dying or just going unconscious again but everything was just a loud ring in my ears, my head just hung from my neck and it was difficult to even breathe so I just gave in to the black dots that slowly invaded my sight… until I heard howling and this howling sounded different and meant war. Werewolves only howled like this for war; I knew from what I had covered. Melissa stopped hitting me an

Brown fur glossed in the glow, matted with dirt and old blood; gold eyes fixed on them with a terrible focus, head low, nostrils testing heat and fear. Tom lurched up, wobbling on the bad leg, snatched the silver steak knife from his tray. “Leslie—behind me.” “Don’t be stupid,” she hissed, backing anyway. The werewolf crept forward, shoulders rolling, breath fogging in the cold. Tom threw. The knife flew clean and buried to the hilt in the creature’s right hip. It screamed—rage and pain braided—staggered back, clawing at the silver, then whirled and limped into the tent maze, swallowed by canvas and shadow.

Werewolves. “Who are you?”

The abrupt, out-of-the-blue whistle. That’s what’s controlling the werewolves!

His certainty kept pointing toward a wolf that howled during the full moon. During his lunch break at the office, Xavier continued searching for articles about wolves. Eventually, he stumbled upon something he never expected: "Are Werewolves Still Among Us?" Reading the article, Xavier became engrossed in all the information about werewolves and their history. He read about their characteristics, including the howling. "Could that howl be from a werewolf?" Xavier mumbled to himself. Driven by curiosity, and also fueled by suspicions about Viggo, who had now become Karina's husband, Xavier decided to dig into Viggo's background. He was certain the howl had come from the same floor where Viggo

Amidst the chaos, Luna and Andrei exchanged secret smiles, grateful for the joy and unity that had blossomed within their pack. As time passed, Lucas decided it was high time he mastered the art of werewolf howling. He watched tutorials online, which often left him and the pack in fits of laughter. His attempts at howling ranged from sounding like a squeaky toy to imitating the wind on a particularly breezy night. ‌

As the moon rose over the forest, a lone wolf howled in the distance. It was a call to arms, a summons to the pack. In response, a chorus of howls echoed through the night. The pack gathered in a clearing, their eyes glowing in the moonlight. At their head stood the Alpha, a massive werewolf with fur as black as night and eyes that burned like embers. He was the strongest and most fearsome of them all, feared by humans and werewolves alike.