Alpha Black (darkwood Bloodline) Novels & Stories

I didn't know that there's a doctor in here, I mean they don't need them, they'll just be worthless in here because werewolves can heal themselves, how come there's a doctor here? "Good morning Ms. Cole I'm an ob-gyne, not a doctor to clear things out, and yes, they don't need doctors but they probably need me, just like how you need me" An OB? I don't need that, I'm not even preg- oh hell! If she's here then am I... "Yes milady, you're bearing The Alpha's Blood, the alpha's child," he answered me as if he can read my mind but I know that my emotions are so visible for him to answer me what I want to know and he's right.

The Spark in the Dark "Elias! Look at me!" Mia, the little girl who had followed him from the Spire, ran past the guards and into the "Grey Zone" between the two titans. She held the wooden wolf high in the air. "You're not a machine!" she cried, her voice breaking through the roar of the fire. "You're the one who saved us! My mom is dying! The Tree is dying! If you're 'Nothing,' then who is going to be our Alpha?" The Void-Alpha’s eyes flickered. The word "Alpha" triggered a deep, ancient directive hidden in his marrow—a directive older than the Moon-Witches, older than the Council.

They were cruel. If not treated, the 3K's could lose their lives. Damn, I brought them into this situation. "Isn't it obvious? I want to kill you three. The three great Alphas," Lucy laughed devilishly as if she were possessed by a demon. My eyes widened upon realizing that they were Alphas. Uncle Zorious had told me about them. Alphas are the leaders of wolves.

Darkness explained. “The Bloodmoon Alpha is a reincarnation of an ancient wolf spirit?” I blinked. Darkness nodded. “An ally from before we were werewolves. A brother. I doubt his current incarnation would remember what he was or Light and me. But memories or not, destiny will bring him to us.” he explained, his eyes having a far-off look to them.

He just hadn’t known it at the time. Because now he knew whose son he had taken. Blackwood. The name alone was enough to make even the most battle-hardened mercenaries hesitate. But this wasn’t just any Blackwood. It was him. The one whose reputation didn’t come from politics or tradition, but from raw, unchecked power. The kind of Alpha who didn’t lead by words but by dominance, by fear, by sheer bloody force. The one who once dismantled an entire underground syndicate in a single night just because one of their agents threatened a pack child. That was the man whose son now slept three feet away from where he stood.

Dane threw the paper on the bed and went to get clothes. I picked it up with shaky hands. It was written in dark red that looked like blood: Alpha Blackwood, You have something that belongs to me. The Moon Goddess's daughter thinks she can hide with you. She's wrong. I've already killed seven like her. She'll be number eight. With her death, I'll get the power that should be mine. The three wolves at your border are just the start. A warning. Give her to me, and I'll leave your pack alone. Say no, and I'll kill everyone.

This pathetic wretch needed to learn the true meaning of unadulterated, soul-searing dread before I allowed the oblivion he'd courted to claim him. I am Gabriel Blackwood, the Last Alpha!" I thundered, my voice shattering the lunar cycles like a mighty axe. "The last Alpha Prime, Descendant of the first werewolves, and final champion of the bloodmoon legacy, forged in the depths of time and tempered by the fury of the full moon!" Lowering my fanged visage until our bloodied muzzles were inches apart, I saw the spark of recognition flicker behind the rogue's beady eyes - the naked, scathing truth burning through his addled psyche.

*Anonymous POV* "I need to see the Dark Alpha immediately," Damon demanded, his voice cold and urgent as he faced the guards outside the Dark Alpha's castle. The Dark Alpha was infamous among the shifters, feared as the most malevolent creature. His pack consisted of rogue wolves, trained to be merciless and heartless. The Dark Alpha sought power above all else and delighted in inflicting slow, agonizing deaths on his enemies, savoring their pleas for mercy.

Caroline muttered with a small smile on her lips. “Since Artemis was talking about me, so, I thought to introduce myself to you on my own.” He chirped, caressing the back of her hand with his thumb softly, and his simple gesture quickened her heart. “I’m from Dark Wood Pack, which is near Rome. I’m Alpha by blood, but my dad was Beta before my uncle’s death, and after his death, Dad is the Alpha; the next Alpha is still the question because Artemis’s cousin, Santino, wants to become Alpha too, just like me.”

I point at him, "You. Dark Jewel. It's mine." That's all I give him because, well his annoying the living piss out of me. He needs to get together. He's a damn Beta, for crying out loud. Ashton steps closer to me and sits on the couch, clasping his hands in front of him. He looks down, letting out a ragged breath, "is your wolf black with a dark green tint in the light." "Yes." Ashton nods, "you are Alpha and Beta. The rumors are true they didn't kill all Eros bloodline."