Werewolf Howl Novels & Stories

And then, when the clouds get out of their way to reveal the fullest moon, the werewolf went into its howling position. Again, it howled five times. It sounded as lonely and as hurt as it did from her previous dream. Elinor watched as the dream is repeating itself again. The werewolf stood on all fours, unmoving. He was staring right at the moon as if his eyes were glued to it. The last howl was her cue. At any moment now, she would awake feeling disoriented and dazy. She counted the remaining seconds silently in her head. One… Two… Three—

But, in an unforeseen turn of events, a chilling howl reverberated through the chamber, cutting through the chaos. From the darkness emerged a massive, ebony-furred werewolf, their eyes blazing with an otherworldly light. The werewolf lunged at the Shadow Lord, teeth bared and claws extended, their movements a blur of speed and precision. Amelia watched in awe as the ferocious werewolf engaged the Shadow Lord in a battle of primal forces. Their clash unleashed a tempest of power, shaking the very foundation of the crumbling chamber. Spells collided, echoing in a symphony of destruction.

Elias came in, growling menacingly, his eyes turning a bright blue. Deven yelled behind me, his body growing. He tilted my head to the side, and Xander leaped toward him, morphing into his wolf in mid-air, shredding his clothes. He landed on the Hellhound, Xander's dark gray wolf knocked him backward, cracking the glass window, causing him to release me. I darted out of the way, backing against the wall. Elias jumped into the air, landing on four blond paws, growling as he bit the arm of the Hellhound.

the voice said and it echoed in the place. “Who are you and what do you know about me and my family?” Jordan asked in a defensive voice. “I am Rowan Gerald, the first and only werewolf to possess the powers of a siren and be able to make a whole pack fall to their knees before me” the voice said proudly. “It's not something that you should be proud of, if you could only make them now to you when using a siren song then you weren't powerful, you were just obsessed with being powerful” Jordan said casually and he could feel the rage of the man that lingered in the air.

I might’ve felt bad for the guy if he wasn’t a raging, misogynistic prick. The wolf’s eyes left Duncan for a fraction of a second, flicking over to my face. I held back a gasp, another glimmer of recognition hitting me square in the chest. No, this couldn’t be that wolf. It had been years since I’d last seen it. It was impossible. Faster than Duncan could scream, the wolf lunged. Its teeth sank into his shoulder, slicing through muscle and bone. He dragged Duncan out kicking and screaming, into the night where his cries continued without faltering.

And what a thrill it was to feel freedom to the fullest. But this stupid creature was not going to turn off when he saw me on his way. I won't turn back either! My beast was driven by adrenaline from the anticipation of the hunt, and my heart beat wildly against the ribs. Jumping on the creature, I dug my claws into it, tearing its flesh. The wildling howled heart-rendingly, trying to throw me off. Will not work! Just because you're bigger doesn't mean you're stronger! I bit into his neck, trying to reach his throat. And all this time my fire did not go out! As a result, the victory was for me, and not even ashes remained from the enemy. My she-wolf was satisfied with the fight and was eager

he replied "Can't we device a means to kill them? I mean..they know how to defeat us even on the full moon." Axel sighed "Nina..the thing is we're yet to face the most powerful of them.He's the main cause of this war.His mother was a werewolf.She married a vampire,a forbidden act.She was killed along with the vampire.They had him before that though." "So you can imagine.He's a half werewolf.He knows our every weaknesses.Probably the one who gave away the tactic of defeating us even on the full moon"

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

From the growl he created from his turning, it made the entire cafeteria shake. There is always a stage in some werewolves,, a stage where a werewolf goes beyond anger and breaks. There are different versions of views of it. It is called the "moon howl". No one could stop a werewolf at that point in time. But the most powerful moon howl of all changed things. It was the first generation of werewolves to have ever had such anger. Many wolves tried to summon the most powerful moon howl to no avail.

they said with a little fear of their voice but again the clown head laughed. "Of all the werewolves here in howling Island he is the only one different, don't make the mistake of trying angry the werewolf who possessed those spiral crimson eyes because otherwise, even your soul will not survive" all of them stunned of what the clown head said. Maybe they know of what she pointing but still don't want to believe. I wonder who he really is? Why he's the only one who possessed those spiral crimson on his golden eyes? Why he is the most different?