Alpha Black (darkwood Bloodline) Novels & Stories

"He didn't just want to watch me. He wanted to see if Marta would ever reveal herself to me. He was using me as bait to draw out the last of the bloodline." "And Eldrick?" Kaelen asked, his green eyes locking onto mine with a sudden, dark intensity. "If Eldrick finds out the cook carries the Alpha blood of his enemies... do you really think his wolf will let her live? The Blackthorn claim to this valley is illegitimate as long as a Silver-Moon heir breathes." Before I could answer, a sudden, violent vibration rattled the stone floor of the chamber. The torch in the wall bracket flickered, the flame dying down to a tiny blue point before expanding into a bright, blinding amber. The scent of o

She could almost feel it in her veins, as if every shard embedded in her wrist was vibrating in recognition. “You…” she managed, her voice a strained whisper. The shadow figure stepped forward, though his boots made no sound on marble. Half his face was obscured beneath the hood, but the outline of sharp cheekbones, a strong jaw, and lips set in something between grimness and sorrow caught the gleam of the chandelier. The Shadow Alpha in human form. “I am owed through blood. And you, Zaria Blackwood, are the vessel of that debt.” Her body went cold. “I never—”

but we don’t know what to do with the women. Women? They were chained in a cage and beaten. One of the rogues talked. He said that the Blackwood Alpha wants different omegas. The Blackwood Alpha has been searching for rare bloodlines and powerful traits, collecting omegas from other packs to strengthen his own, and the rest for pleasure. He doesn’t care who gets hurt, as long as he finds the ones with special abilities or lineage. That’s what makes him dangerous. I’m confused, and correct me if I’m wrong. He wants them for his pleasure?

Talon Darkheart stood at the cliff a craggy hill, his eyes narrowing as he surveyed the tranquil village nestled below. The full moon's silvery light bathed the landscape in an eerie glow, casting long shadows that seemed to dance with a malevolent intent. Behind him, an army of rogue werewolves, their eyes aglow with intense darkness, waited for his orders. He had wanted to bring half a dozen rogue warriors, but at the last minute he changed his mind. Jade was a powerful lycan with Alpha blood in his veins, and same with Apollo, Jade's uncle. He had to be fully prepared to take them both down.

"And they aren't just Alpha blood. Look at the frequency of the shimmer. This is Brine lineage, Lord Blackwood. The High Alpha gene. It hasn't been seen in three generations." I looked up at Bane. For the first time, the icy mask slipped. His pupils were blown wide, his wolf peering through the blue of his eyes. He wasn't looking at me; he was looking at the screen with a hunger that made my skin crawl. This was the power he needed. This was why he had tolerated my presence or so I wanted to believe because the next moment, he touched by hand subconsciously, his thumb caressing the back of my hand.

she said. "Old magic. Older than pack law." His voice was even but she could hear what it cost him underneath. "The bloodless one stabilizes the pack bond. Amplifies it. Makes the territory stronger simply by existing within it." A pause. "And the Alpha protects her. Keeps her alive. Keeps her from being used as a weapon by people like Caden." "You've known this since the blood report," she said. "I suspected. Edda confirmed it." "And you kept walking into my room asking careful questions instead of telling me."

"I'll give you one more chance. Tomorrow, you must kill someone using the powers I've given you." Ned, exhausted, lay panting on the ground. Alpha stormed off, shouting, "Your cowardice is why you fail, while your brother is brave and decisive. That's why he's favored, and you're cast out by the Naumes family." As Ned lay unconscious, Alpha summoned Loba. "Heal him quickly. He has potential as a werewolf." "Yes, Leader," Loba bowed and left. Alpha saw a spark of malice in Ned's eyes as he awoke, indicating that he was awakening. After Loba's healing, Ned woke with a vengeance, demanding answers from Alpha about why he'd been abandoned.

“Anyway, because she was already mated to my father, the blood pact was extended to Blackstone. My mother inherited her mother and father’s pack, Blue Moon, and my brother Reid is the Alpha, and Adrian here is the Beta. I was the beta at Blackstone. We are all part of the blood pact.” “And by proxy, Ironclaw can become part of the blood pact,” I said, understanding where this is going. “Exactly. But it is a very private ceremony. One, where I will need warriors from Blackstone and Blue Moon to be here to patrol, while all the warriors are told about the bloodline history, and I will need to alpha command everyone to keep everything a secret to ensure we don’t lose the Moon Goddess’s favor or

“I… I understand. I am… I am yours. I am Alpha. I am Bloodburn.” Her hand brushed against my fur, gentle, grounding. “And I am here, always. You will never be alone again. Our blood runs together. Our legacy continues. And together… we will face what comes.” The moon above us seemed to pulse in answer. I raised my massive head, eyes reflecting silver light. A howl tore from my throat, primal, echoing through the night. It was not just a cry. It was a declaration. It was my birthright. It was the awakening of Alina Bloodburn, the Mega Alpha wolf, the culmination of lineage, power, and legacy.

Lyris said, her voice still low and steady, "the one that runs through the Blackthorn bloodline, the one that binds the Alpha of Darkhowl to kill his fated mate during her first shift, or lose his wolf entirely." Those words landed in a way nothing else had. That wasn't something that circulated. It wasn't something anyone at Draven could have pieced together from gossip or from anything in the public knowledge of who I was or where I came from. It lived in the deepest and most private parts of the Blackthorn bloodline and had never been spoken about outside of it. Not once. Not by anyone who was still breathing freely, hearing it said out loud between these two buildings, in this school, by