Terrorpup of Midnight Howl – The Innocence That Should Have Stayed Buried

In the forgotten village of Wyrmden, tales were whispered of a pup born beneath a blood moon—eyes wide with wonder, fur soft as shadows. But when the midnight bell tolled thirteen times, the pup vanished… and the howling began.

Years passed. The howls grew louder. And one storm-lashed night, Terrorpup returned—no longer the playful creature once loved. Twisted by ancient curses and fed by the screams of the lost, his tiny frame now bears a monstrous hunger. His bark paralyzes. His bite devours both body and soul. And his eyes—still wide with that same innocent gleam—are the last thing many victims see before the darkness takes them.

Don’t let the size fool you. When Midnight Howl echoes through the fog, you’ve already been chosen.

Welcome, Terrorpup. The cradle of nightmares has a new guardian.