Alpha Big Black Wolf Novels & Stories

Before I can blink, Jessica rips into the brown wolf’s neck and starts twisting it between her big jaws. As I finally take in Jessica’s wolf, she is a huge black wolf. An Alpha wolf. An Alpha wolf and she was rejected? How was that even possible? My attention is drawn back to the fight as I hear a yelp and see her rip the head off the male wolf. Blood gushes from the wound and falls onto the she-wolf below the male.

“You're confused. Killian Blackwood is the Alpha of Alphas, the CEO of the richest corporation in the north.” “Listen to me well, disobedient girl. I do not lie to my own blood,” the old woman intervened. “I was the mother of two pups in the past, two wolves I raised under the old laws of the province. My blood was pure, strong. But my children took paths that ended up tearing my lineage to pieces. The male became the King of the pack, and the female... my beautiful female, fled with her destined mate, a Gamma-ranked wolf, a wretch with no last name.”

It was a fighter, a warrior. The leader of the rogues snarled, his eyes flashing. "Who are you?" he shouted, his voice trembling with fear. "I am Darius Blackmaw. I am the Alpha of the Blackrock Pack." The black wolf did not react. He only shifted, a quiet, silent specter who attacked without warning. He was a force of nature, a whirlwind of teeth and claws. He tore through the rogues with brutal efficiency that made my blood curdle. They were no match for him. They were sacrificial lambs to the killing.

Those were their trophies. “Hunters,” I whispered to myself. “Rasia….” My father’s voice cracked through the noise. He was the Alpha of our small pack. He was strong and looked unbreakable. U turned towards him…running. But I never reached him. A blast goes off. The shockwave threw me into the dirt as pain exploded through my shoulder. I immediately tasted blood. When I looked up, the elder’s hall was burning. Wolves I trained with, fighters, are dropping like flies as silver bullets pierce through them.

Mykel’s wolf was silver, a breed of wolf known for their extraordinary gifts. This year was our turn to hold the annual Alpha meeting. Ever since Mykel stepped up and took over from his father, he had avoided each one with the excuse he wasn’t ready. But not this year, had we refused to accommodate it would have been seen as a great disrespect to the surrounding packs as well as those who are coming from further away.

' He snaps. 'War it is!' I say, growling. 'War it is then!' Alpha Zenith yells as he walks back to his warriors. He shifts into an ugly, large, grey wolf. His ear is missing, and he is worn and ragged. I shift into my black wolf and let out a howl, signalling war. In wolf form, my warriors charge toward Alpha Zenith's warriors. I lose sight of him and charge toward the others, attacking us, crashing into them, and biting any area of fur exposed to me.

He barked, dropping the telescope on the ground and shifting into a magnificent black wolf. “What’s wrong? Rogues?” Alexander shouted from behind. Ignoring the question, Alexander’s wolf jumped to the ground from the knee-weakening height and landed on the dirt with a loud thud. Then his wolf sprinted down the road, sending the dirt flying in the air. “Help! Somebody please help!” The faint and anguished voice spurred his wolf on as if the missing part of his soul was calling to him.

Just like him, his wolf was also black. “Hey,” he said, his bushy brows furrowing as he spoke. King returned his greeting, exchanging greetings with the rest of his friends as well before taking a seat next to Articus. “I’m sorry I’m late,” he apologized once again. “It’s not a big deal. We weren’t really talking about anything before you showed up,” Articus said, waving off his apology. “Yeah, nothing to worry about,” Blake reiterated. Blake Bennett was the alpha of the Yellow Cicada pack. He had auburn hair and hazel eyes. He was six foot three and very easygoing. His wolf was a red wolf.

Be careful," I cautioned her as she flipped the first page in the book. Putting an end to her rush, she flipped the pages of the book slowly. I saw many stories of wolves. One page captured my attention. "Wait a minute," I said, stopping Damia. She opened the page and started to read to see what grabbed my attention. "The Alphas, who have black fur, are the most powerful wolves. There were two different kinds of black wolves that the members of this pack were scared of when they lived inside the forest many years ago, when the pack was not as modern as it is today. The first one has blue eyes, and the second one has red eyes. If they were to come into contact with one another during any war,

I countered, voice turning dark, “considering a woman beat you in a competition, I imagine your pride is in shambles. Now, if you’ll excuse me — I have better things to do.” His eyes flashed—wounded pride and simmering rage. He was halfway into his wolf, shoulders trembling as he fought for control. He growled, voice dropping deeper. “Don’t think owning this place means I can’t take it down with a snap of my fingers.” “Like you’re already trying to?” I shot back. “Go on…What else can you do, hmm?” The shift of an angry Alpha was impossible to ignore—heavy, crackling, oppressive. It pressed against my lungs, squeezing the air out.