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The Five Howls of Fate

The Five Howls of Fate

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Chapter 1 Echos in the Clearing

Word Count: 2142    |    Released on: 31/07/2025

. The crisp morning air carried the sharp tang of pine and the muffled sounds of exertion. Thuds of bodies hitt

energy. Griffin, the alpha of their pack, stood at the edge of the clearing, his massive frame imposing even

ce rich with teasing as he ducked a wide swipe from his ol

ed than angry. "Keep running your mouth, Forrest. L

sh lunged at him again, this time faster. Ash, the largest of the quintuplets, was a tower of raw muscle and power, his dark cha

blue eyes sharp and calculating. Every movement was fluid, like water seeking a weak point. His dark hair,

rrowed, and with a swift twist, he sidestepped Brooks' attack, his golden-b

dge said calmly, his voice barel

on. "And you talk too much." He countered wi

vements were as precise and sharp as the edge of a blade. Her silver hair glimmered like moonlight, and her viole

d, circling her. His tone was playful, but th

ink I've already taken you, big br

at her with mock ferocity. Opal sidestepped gracefully, her slight frame moving like liquid. She caught Ash off

Ash flailed beneath her. "Bi

lets stepped back from their sparring, their chests heaving as they caught their breath.

with silver, seemed to glint in the sunlight, and his sharp features were etched with years of le

utral, though his eyes softened ever so

t just about skill or strength. It's about instinct. It's about knowing when to attack and wh

int smile tugged at the corner

Ash, who sighed but complied, moving to face her once more. This time, there was no tea

hind him. With a deft move, she swept his legs out from under him a

ride. "Size isn't everything. Intelligence and s

exertion and satisfaction. Ash grumbled something under hi

e quintuplets exchanged glances, the familiar topic hanging heavily in the air. "And we won't. Leader

e carrying over his shoulder. "Clean yourselves up. Tonight, the

, the siblings stood in silence, the w

roan. "Opal, you're making the rest of us

f you spent more time training and less time runn

Ridge added, smirki

s they began walking back to the pack's den. "Just wait

em," Brooks teased, dodging

re just beginning to twinkle, a reminder of the endless expanse above. Her

w to herself and her brothers. Together,

ickering light on the gathered wolves, their shadows dancing on the surrounding trees. The quintuplets arrived freshly cleaned, th

e her petite stature, there was a quiet confidence about her that turn

spered loudly, though not loud enough for Opal to

Ridge replied, his voice low and steady.

ousness that often made the others fall in line, his large frame a constant r

reement. "And the Elders will be watchi

s brought a mixture of pride and awe. His broad shoulders seemed to carry the weight of the pack with ease, his silver-streaked hair and pier

ed once, satisfied. "You clean up well," he said, his voice carrying a rare warmth. "But tonight

uintuplets. Some looked on with admiration, others with curiosity, and a few with the

r what I told you-this isn't just about strength. It's abo

eeting Alpha Griffin's. "We won't let y

, the stoic mask of leadership slipped. He reached ou

*

ena, with a circle of stones marking the boundary. Each of the quintuplets would face a series

warriors, a lean, wiry wolf named Jax. Forrest's agility was on full display as he dodged Jax's attacks with ease, taunting him with quick jabs

der his breath as Forrest left

ed like a predator stalking prey, his blue eyes never leaving his opponent.

erestimated him at first, charging in with brute force. But Ridge's movements were calculated, each step

ran, known for his strength. The fight was brutal, with neither holding back. Ash's sheer power eventually overwhelmed Tor

ircle, her slight figure almost dwarfed by her opponent, a broad-shoulder

e, little one?" Kade taunted, his

unmatched as she dodged Kade's heavy strikes, her small frame slipping through his defenses like water through cracks. She landed blow

xpression unreadable. But as Opal stepped out of the are

ire, sharing stories and food. The quintuplets sat together

st said to Opal, his earlier teasin

iest of us," Ash add

ed. "We all were," she said, her voice firm. "An

canning the darkness. The forest seemed quieter than usual, the shadows deeper. A chill ran through

g stirred, its presence a harbi

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“Five siblings. One prophecy. And a witch with a vendetta that could shatter the very soul of their world. Born together under a blood moon, the quintuplets of Crescent Hollow were never destined for quiet lives. From the moment they took their first breath, the pack whispered of fate-of greatness, of ruin, of power too wild to be tamed. But none could have foreseen just how deeply the stars had etched these five names into the fabric of war, love, and legacy. They are the children of Alpha Griffin and Luna Lila-each one a howl in the night, a piece of a puzzle the gods themselves can't seem to solve. Opal is the only girl among them, but don't make the mistake of thinking that makes her the softest. She's steel wrapped in silk, a storm behind violet eyes. Born a leader, but unwilling to embrace a crown simply because it's expected of her, Opal is sharp-tongued and slow to trust. Her instincts are fierce and unyielding. While the others trained for war, she studied people-how they move, how they lie, how they break. She doesn't need brute strength to bring someone to their knees. Her voice is enough. But underneath the strength is a soul that's tired of carrying the weight of being "the one who must choose." Because when the witch comes-and she will come-it's Opal who must make the final decision: love or survival, sacrifice or damnation. The wrong move won't just cost her life. It could cost them all. Ash has spent his life wearing the heavy armor of responsibility. He's the one who wakes first, who stands tallest, who speaks last. Loyalty is carved into his bones, but so is guilt-because no matter how many battles he wins or enemies he slays, he can't protect everyone. Not always. Especially not from the things that crawl out of the dark and into their minds. Ash doesn't believe in fate. He believes in preparation. In discipline. In never letting your guard down. But when the world starts cracking around them, even he has to admit: something ancient is rising. And it doesn't care how hard he trained. It just wants his sister's blood. Ridge is the quiet blade. The shadow behind the strike. He's never been loud like Forrest or fiery like Ash, but don't mistake silence for softness. Ridge watches, absorbs, and then-when it counts-strikes with devastating precision. Wolves underestimate him. They call him the "muscle," the one who lifts more than he speaks. But Ridge has a mind for strategy that rivals generals, and a heart that beats only for his pack. What he hides, even from his siblings, is the growing rage inside him-the ache for justice. Brooks is the brain. The tactician. The one who always has a backup plan... and a backup for that one, too. Books were his first weapons, logic his armor. He's the type who calculates the angle of a blade mid-air and still finds time to debate ancient pack law over breakfast. But beneath the intellect lies a deep, pulsing fear: that no matter how many scenarios he prepares for, he'll never be able to outthink fate. Brooks understands magic better than he wants to. He sees patterns others miss. Symbols. Cycles. Rituals that once felt like stories now feel like ticking time bombs. The witch isn't just a threat. She's a puzzle. And solving her might be the only way to save the people he loves-if he doesn't lose his mind in the process. And then there's Forrest. The loudest. The chaos wrapped in charm and grins and duct-tape booby traps that probably won't kill anyone. Forrest was never meant to be predictable. He's the brother who jumps first and asks why midair. His mind moves faster than his body, and thatsaying something-because he moves like wildfire. He hides fear behind jokes, pain behind pranks, and when the darkness comes, Forrest is the one who tries to make the others laugh even as they bleed. But the thing about chaos? It sees everything”
1 Chapter 1 Echos in the Clearing2 Chapter 2 Moonlit Revelations3 Chapter 3 Lessons in Leadership4 Chapter 4 Whispers of War5 Chapter 5 Prophecies and Destiny6 Chapter 6 Wheels of Change7 Chapter 7 A Lesson in Respect8 Chapter 8 Lockers and Leaders9 Chapter 9 Gathering Shadows10 Chapter 10 A Witch's Pursuit11 Chapter 11 Twilight Talk12 Chapter 12 Leaving a piece behind13 Chapter 13 Night of worry14 Chapter 14 Whispers and warnings