Alpha Male Black Wolf Tattoo Novels & Stories

Cheers erupted again. “As Beta, I have watched Raymond train for this moment his entire life.” He stepped aside. “Pack members… welcome your Alpha.” Raymond stepped forward as thunderous applause filled the hall. Alpha Jackson nodded proudly. Luna Sabrina smiled with satisfaction. Raymond stopped before the ancient stone altar. At its center sat an old clay pot used for the pack’s sacred blood ritual. Alpha Jackson spoke loudly. “This ritual binds the Alpha to his pack.” Raymond picked up the ceremonial dagger.

The black wolf and I both stare at each other in horror because I have figured out who he is and I know he has figured out who I am. He is a Red, an enemy. But not just any enemy. He is bigger than the average wolf and he is black, the sign of Alpha blood for males. He's Elliot, Alpha Mark's son. The future Alpha of Red Moon pack.

He has admitted to hating awkward silences. “As do I. How about you guys follow us and we can discuss what you’re doing here in a little more detail.” Alpha Asher turns around, revealing more ridiculous tattoos on his back, and leads us toward his pack. “Is that a rainbow kitten on his back?” Tobias leans over to me and whispers quietly. I scrunch my eyebrows together, unsure of what to make of this Alpha and his band of equally strange wolves.

It made us incredibly bitter towards her and her perfect image within the Wolfen community. There was a pause. Part of me wondered if she had left us. She mustn’t like to be challenged by those she has already forsaken. ‘Mind your thoughts, Alek. We have our past, it is true, but I will not tolerate disrespect for long. I was disappointed and upset by your past actions, and punishment must be given to deal with all crimes. You claimed a thousand innocent wolfen souls; I can not reward you for such a heinous act. I have kept a close eye on you, nonetheless. I saw your remorse, but the consequences must still be enforced. I did not abandon you, however. I found a new path to redemption for you

“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?”

A statement. Grayson took a hesitant stride forward. The wolves below saw him right away. I could sense how they were affected by the charge. From the front line, one wolf appeared. Tall. Scarred. He had black war paint applied to his throat. Something about him felt off, even from this distance. Aggressive.He slowly raised his head.Then he grinned and shouted, "SHADOW ALPHA!" over the valley. The mountains reverberated with the sound. All the wolves on the walls tensed up.

I had no choice anymore, therefore I just did as he instructed to avoid getting punished. With a fluid motion, he shed his shirt, exposing the chiseled contours of his torso, and the wolf head tattoo that adorned his left shoulder down to his arms, its fierce eyes seeming to pierce through me, stirring a primal attraction. I drown at the sight of his body. My wolf seemed to wag her tails. I quickly shook my head at the thought of my wolf wanting his warmth so badly. I took two steps backwards as I noticed Alpha Alejandro coming towards me like a predator.

Neon snarls. "I require Alpha Neon to cease hunting and decimating our smaller wolf packs in misguided revenge for his father's death. Those innocent wolves have done nothing to deserve such a fate. Let me clarify: if you agree never to harm the wolf kind and break this promise, all the large wolf packs will declare war against the Tiger clan. You're well aware that our forces are three times larger than yours," I assert. Neon's eyes blaze with anger at my words. I glance around the room, noticing the other two Alphas nodding in agreement, their cold stares leveled at Neon. "I won't harm any wolf pack from now on. I promise. Can I have the name now?" Neon demanded.

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.

I have enough going on in my head as is. The Alpha stands and walks around his desk, apparently trying to appear intimidating. “Leave”, he orders his pack members. They all bow their heads slightly and walk out. I’m still holding eye contact, not breaking it for anything. I need to hold my ground, and I’m completely stubborn. He tilted his head and squinted his eyes at me as he leaned back on his desk. He studied me for a long moment so I decided to do the same. He’s ridiculously tall like 6’6, muscular but not like the rest of these wolves though, he’s wider and his muscles seem to grow off each other, and of course annoyingly attractive. Black wavy hair, curling slightly, and piercing eyes