Wizard Howl Novels & Stories

“We need to fall back!” “No! We have to sever their tracking scent!” Zehra shouted. She slammed her wooden staff to the ground, creating a thick fog wall that cloaked the area. Amid the chaos, a deeper growl rumbled from the east. A massive wolf emerged, twice the size of the others. Black fur marred by magical burns. But its eyes… Its eyes were aware. “That’s not a regular rogue,” Halvar’s voice echoed in our minds. “That’s a former alpha… one that was sacrificed.”

Cyrus, the largest grey wolf, stepped towards us and bent his head, revering our newest member. Esmerelda followed my gaze and was startled. She tried to get up but kept falling down, unable to coordinate her four legs. Her whines and whimpers tugged at my heart. Cyrus took another step, and Magnus howled long and soulfully, freaking her out. Terror consumed her as she adjusted and flew on top of a granite boulder. She looked at me in utter betrayal before leaping off the rock and sprinting effortlessly over the line of wolves. Her white fur streaked against the dark green mountainside as we all paused in awe.

Hilda tried to maintain her composure. He is indeed looking for her friend. But why? There's no way he knows the truth. "We don't know what you're talking about," Hilda said, but Petra didn't seem happy with that. Xerxes' eyes seemed to see right through them. He looked down at the pack of wolves with a smile. "The best trackers in Wrodromor, and they are never wrong." The king warned. "Where is she?” The cabin door creaked open, and Keondra stepped out, two swords at the ready.

When the queens came back, Queen Carina reported, “There is definitely something going on. They have a hawk. We should talk to Blaze.” We hurried into the house and I asked Blaze to see us in the conference room. When we got there, Blaze asked, “What’s going on?” Queen Carina asked, “Would you mind coming with us to look at their hawk? Maybe you have a werehawk who looks like theirs and you can do what you are doing in Florida?” Blaze smiled, “Sure.” Carina led him to the house and shrank him to be able to check out the hawk. When they got back, Blaze got very serious, “I do have a warrior who looks like their hawk, but we are going to need at least one hawk to show us where the guild’s main

“It's a ritual to ask for help from the demon.” I heaved my body to my feet. Anxiety suddenly hit the peace of my eyeballs. “And what exactly does Hugo want from me?” The girl stepped out of my room. Shortly before she closed the door and locked it, she said, “Wolvire and holy blood.” The feeling of numbness stunned me. Wolvire and holy blood, she said. How lucky to get two gifts at once. I just hope that the rest of my family is still willing to look for this wolvire. Otherwise, I will end up silly in the middle of a ritual that I don't even understand. _______________

But hopefully, this would just be the standard, run-of-the-mill, confused rogue. We followed the scent to a rocky hill that turned into a mountain, continuing up some rugged terrain. We dug our sharp claws into the stone, making our way up quickly and efficiently, stopping at a plateau partway up. Resting on the ledge, looking over the forested land, was a she-wolf with thick, dark-brown fur and icy-blue eyes. The three of us instantly surrounded her as she got up onto her four legs, turning to face us. She slowly moved her head, making eye contact with each of us one by one, her face emotionless.

My leather skirt flying over my legs as I moved. Unstoppable. *** To the West was the invisible hut shrouded by the moat and magic, nearly impenetrable. With Hawk wounded and bleeding inside. Using his waning power to collar the creature across the clearing. Breathing raggedly, he stared at the ceiling. Refusing to go unconscious because he knew that doing so would mean that the old she-wolf collared to the tree would be unleashed. And he was well-aware the first thing she would do would be to kill him.

She stood still, trying to resist the force but it overwhelmed her and forced her to the ground. "Arrrhh!" She roared as she changed into a Witch-Wolf, as huge as a bear. She jumped around with force, sniffing around her. Some men were sitting at a corner, drinking from some bottles on the floor. They were speaking gibberish as they nodded their head from left to right in rhythm to music playing from a Small stereo. "What is that thing by the corner of the road?" One of them asked with squinting eyes, pointing at a creature by the road.

Symbols of power and unity adorned the stone, telling a story only known to those who dared to seek it. Lost in contemplation, I is startled by a low growl that resonated through the cavern walls. My heart pounding, I turned to find myself surrounded by a group of wolves. But these were not just any wolves; their eyes brimmed with intelligence and a glint of recognition. we were the Night Howlers who have gone rogue before I is even born, standing before me in a stance of both caution and curiosity.

Then, he heard a snarl, and the door flew open. A large wolf stood in the doorway, its eyes glowing red in the darkness. Fionn was frozen in terror, unable to move. But then, Tela let out a howl of her own. It was high and clear, and it cut through the night like a knife. The wolf in the doorway flinched, stepping back. Tela's howl echoed through the forest, and soon, other howls joined hers. The wolf at the door turned tail and ran, followed by the rest of the pack. Tela let out one last howl, and then silence fell.