Werewolf Howl 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.”

Ethan screamed, the rogue had to drop him his scream was so loud and hurt their ears. He screamed again, standing on all four and trying to breath. He could feel it, all the hate coming to live. He felt the beast in him been lashed, all the pain, all his tears, no more. His skin tore and he grew fur, his fingers became claws, and his teeth's grew. He looked up his eyes purely black. "Ahhhhhhhoooooooo!" His screams turn to a long loud howl. Then. All his humanity was killed. He sprang on the first wolf tearing him in two, then he grabbed the second. Clawing hard on it and ripping it apart with his bare hands.

I banged in the wall in an attempt to dodge his attacks of claws trying to scratch my body. And soon he started to strike me, a huge growl was heard from behind. As soon I saw another wolf in the room, my eyes were stuck at the wolf eyes, it was beautiful, sparkling sapphire-colored and it has a beautiful soft white fur. Noticing her eyes, I quickly glanced at the place where Debra was lying down. I was right, she had shifted and the other wolf in the room was her, my very first time to see her in her wolf. She was beautiful even in her wolf form.

After what seems like hours, but really has only been minutes, Ash is fully transformed into a beautiful light gray, almost white wolf with a black marking on her forhead that is the shape of a half moon. (Ashs POV) I really don't remember much, other than the blinding pain I felt all over my body. I do remember hearing my very own screams, and then I heard Ricks sexy voice telling me not to fight aginst the shift. . . .Wait a damn freaking minute!! I'm a freaking werewolf! I yell in my head to myself. What everyone else heard was a low rumble of a growl. Once Star opened her eyes, I was finally able to see everything that she sees, and it is amazing.

A roar, from the inside of his throat, came out. "Howl." Sharp claws, overflowing with ferocity, grew from the inside of Adam's body to the outside. His entire body was filled with anger, his muscles becoming more and more solid. After a while, when he had completely transformed into a true werewolf, Adam's gaze could not help but glance at the hunters. “This… this… what happened in the end? Why can't our bullets penetrate his body?" A hunter was using a skeptical look, looking at the gun in his hand. But next, an extremely sharp claw charged from the air.

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!

he whispered, his voice barely audible. “Yes,” I growled, baring my teeth. “You are done, Killian Price.” I lunged at him again, my jaws snapping inches from his throat, but before I could land the final blow, the ground shook violently. The tremor wasn’t from me—it was something much bigger. From the north, a wave of wolves surged over the hill, their howls cutting through the chaos. My eyes darted to the horizon, and I saw them charging forward in perfect formation. There were hundreds moving as one unstoppable force.

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.

Picking up my cell phone from the table, I sat on a chair, reading a book about parenting when a loud howl slithered into my ears. That howl held so much power that every shred of my existence shuddered, affected by its might. There was something so alluring in it that even Ash responded to it, howling anxiously. “I wish to see that wolf, Shyla. Let’s go!” A wolf? The urgency to jump out of the window overpowered my brain, making me oblivious that how could a wolf howl in the Lycan’s territory? According to the rules, the Werewolves weren’t even allowed to growl loudly in the presence of a lycan. Then how the hell it became possible that a Werewolf was howling in their pack?

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