Alpha Big Black Wolf Novels & Stories

“You have a black wolf, Ersa.” “What does it matter?” I asked, enraged that he was speaking to me so casually when he had someone—Rose—held against her will. “It matters because that is the Alpha’s color. A black wolf, like midnight, embodies pure, primal strength. How can you not know that?” I frowned, unable to process what he said. A black wolf is strength itself. So, that was the reason Seraph had called me “Alpha” back at the Northern Forest. “But… how can that be?” I finally managed. He shrugged, clutching the reins of his horse tighter. “Just one more incentive to win, wouldn’t you agree?”

’ His wolf huffed and his red eyes burned redder to let them know he wasn’t joking. The wolves stared at each other before one of them stepped out. It was big and black and Asher knew immediately that it was an Alpha wolf. ‘We don’t want any problem,’ The voice was deep in Asher’s mind but young none the less and he figured it must be a teenager, probably a future alpha.

He didn’t mess around and he had the largest pack. “He is the Alpha of Black Shadow, the biggest pack in the world, we need him!” Beta Kyle continues. Yet he doesn’t tell me why. We had never been attacked and we had never attacked anyone, so why did we need another pack to help us? He places his hands on my shoulders, digging his nails into my thinning skin and turns me around, kicking me in the ass as he shoves me towards the office. ”Useless fucking Wolf.” He mutters as he moves away.

I took the chaos to mind link Tristan in privacy, his voice weak from the amount of silver he was contained with. : Tristan, is this you? The attack? It’s 50 wolves, no scent… what?... they’re all black wolves… Tristan, what is this? : the moment I see them I’m shocked, they are all huge like Silas, if not bigger, their fur as black as night and they are all lethal and deadly looking. A black-furred wolf is a thing of legend, no wolf has ever been fully black, not since the very first Alpha, the very first wolf to ever howl to the moon. If these 50 wolves were all pitch black...who the hell were they and where the hell did they come from?

"The Alpha. How noble. How predictable. Come then, little wolf. Show me your famous Blackthorne fury." I shifted mid-charge, my bones cracking and reforming with practiced ease. My alpha wolf form was massive, black as midnight, built from decades of training and battle. I'd killed rogues, defeated rival Alphas, survived challenges that would have broken lesser wolves. None of it prepared me for this.

" Theresa gulped down saliva, as a rehearsal for getting prepared and letting go of her fear deep down she knew there was no better Alpha than her son. Was it cost or Dwight? " Of course, Dwight. There will be no greater ruler than you, " she said as a drop of tears rolled down her eyes. Dwight moved to her. "Then, why are you crying? Why do I get the feeling, you do not seem to accept me? " Theresa cried. " We are werewolves, we cry, " she said beating her chest. " But son believe me your thoughts are wrong. " He held her shoulder. " Listen to me Mum, I just hope you are not against me ruling and I hope you are not hiding anything from me. I can be very headstrong but that is by the way. I

About twenty meters away I spot them, or more to the point I spot him. Clayton Blackridge Alpha of the Lobo Sombra pack in his huge gun metal grey wolf. Standing to his right is a brown and grey wolf slightly smaller in height and not as muscular, possibly his Beta. My wolf starts stalking towards them and even though I am protesting she wants him. As I get closer he shifts back then the other wolf turns I realise he is giving us some privacy.

"So we are supposed to accept it? Accept that the girl we all blamed for her parents death is suddenly the White Wolf, the one the legends say could save us or destroy us?" The room fell silent again. I felt every eye on me. My heart was pounding hard that I thought it would crack a rib.. My wolf did not flinch. I stepped forward past Damon into the space between the tables. I looked at Marcus at the elders and then at the whole pack. I said, "I never asked for this. I never asked for the bond. To be the Alphas mate or to be the White Wolf.. I am and I am done hiding it."

" The girl said. "But he will not be alive for much time... They are the most dangerous wolf pack. Alpha Marcus Black is the most feral of all the werewolves of the time. He is in his territory you guys messed up with the wrong ones this time!!! He will eat him raw if he doesn't give those papers back. You both are screwed." The man said in a saddened tone. The girl moved at her speed and grabbed the man by his collar.

"You can't? Aren't you just like them? I mean, from what I've learned so far, an Alpha is like a king." "I am only an Alpha on the outside, Arwa. A true Alpha has a wolf. A wolf is an important aspect of our life, but I don't have it. Or better yet, I've never shifted." "Why?" she asked softly, inching a bit closer to me. I could smell her, a sweet and flowery fragrance which made me ball my hands into fists. She didn't even realize the effect she had on me, or how badly I wished I could have her. But I had to control myself, because she was not mine to claim. Yet.