The Howling Werewolf Novels & Stories

“Winter, if she was pushed off of a cliff, he didn’t kill her. Werewolves can’t die by drowning. It might cause them some discomfort. But they’ll still come out of it alive. Didn’t you hear what Roman told me?” Winter shook her head. “Sorry, I was a little busy distracting myself with clothes. I don’t think I’ve ever seen a closet like that before.” “Me, either,” said Nora, smiling, “but Roman told me that a werewolf could only be killed by a few things. One of their own kind, fire, and silver blessed by a priest.” Winter glared. “It doesn’t matter. It was cruel. He shouldn’t have done something like that.” “It wasn’t Ares.”

It was so much so that he ran over to the guy and hugged him from the back. “Good morning!” he said while his face was buried in Nico’s shoulder, sniffing. “You still… smell so good…” “Seriously, man? You do know that werewolves think I stink, right?” said the vampire, who was surprised by the act, but didn’t make any moves to push his friend away. Even with the question, Ben didn’t stop with the sniffing. It wasn’t as forceful as how he did it last night, considering he now had better mental faculties.

The full moon illuminated the dark wilderness, casting an eerie glow over the rolling hills and dense forests. In the distance, a herd of antelopes grazed peacefully, unaware of the danger that lurked in the shadows. Suddenly, a low growl echoed through the night, causing the antelopes to freeze in fear. Three massive werewolves emerged from the trees, their fur standing on end as they bared their sharp teeth. The leader of the pack, a giant black werewolf with glowing blue eyes with a tinge of gold, let out a deafening howl, signaling the start of the hunt. Its fur was matted and its eyes glowed with a fierce hunger

Her companions, graceful and solemn, nodded in agreement, their faces alight with a serene happiness. A werewolf, Dylan large and imposing with fur matted with the grime of combat, threw back his head and howled. It was a sound of victory, of liberation, that resonated deeply in the hearts of all present. His pack joined in, their voices harmonizing in a primal anthem that spoke of endurance and triumph.

,I asked,my voice shaking. “I..I killed her through the help of someone,I can’t quite remember everything but someone approached me and promised to help and …. I quickly stood up trying to add everything together. “Are you okay,my child??your hands are shaking” “I’m fine grandpa,I just need to get to my room”,I said as I stood up. “Is there a reason for asking?!” “I’ve never heard of a werewolf before”,I said,completely lost in thought. “You should look it up,my child,they are very dangerous and when you come across one,let me know,I always know how to deal with them”,he said.

Her determination drove her forward. Suddenly, piercing the silence of the night, a spine-chilling howl echoed through the forest. It was a sound that sent shivers down her spine and made her hair stand on end. It was the unmistakable cry of werewolves, creatures of folklore and legend. The hairs on the back of her neck stood tall as she realized they were closing in on her.

Behind us, the pack stirred, their energy electric in anticipation. "Ready?" he asked softly. I nodded, his hand clutched firm. Together, we two lifted our faces up toward the rising moon, and for the very first time in history, a pack of werewolves had howled out in open heart of London-not secretly, but in celebration, for a new dawn saw shadows give way to light.

Howl! Tyr didn’t expect to hear such a painful howl in a long time, not even with the wolves in Moon Stone during their first turns. But just like what Zane told him, his wolf looked almost exactly like him with just some dark shade of dark red coat on its back, and a slightly pale nose. Growl!