Alpha Male Black Wolf Tattoo Novels & Stories

I showed him the picture on my phone, and his eyes widened in surprise. "Damn," he muttered. "I think we're onto something big here." "What do you mean? And what do we do now?" I asked, feeling a mix of fear and excitement. "We keep digging," Derick said firmly. "We find out who their Alpha is, and what they're up to. And we stop them, no matter what it takes because my pack can be attacked by them again." I listened intently as Derick explained the significance of the black rose tattoo and how it was associated with the dangerous Black Bird Wolves pack. My heart raced with both fear and hope as I realized that these werewolves might hold the key to finding my missing parents.

He stood up, turned around, and there it was. Crouched a few feet away from him was a large wolf, almost larger than him, an Alpha wolf. It was a female, that much he could smell. She had shining black fur, so black that she almost blended in with the night. The only thing that didn’t blend in were her eyes, a moon-shaped symbol in the center of her eyes and a streak that ran a straight line on her coat across her back from her head down to the tip of her tail. She had pitch-white, bottomless eyes. The symbol on her head was gold with a white outline, with the same color and outline on her back and her tail. The tip of her tail, however, was the same pitch black as her coat. She was unlike a

They made sure to stay in the shadows so the sun wouldn't singe their skin. The large wolf with black glossy fur and eyes as silver as the moon growled lowly at Dimitri and Ambrosia. A ginger colored wolf only slightly smaller than the black stood ready to attack. The last wolf was gray with black tufts of fur. I deduced that the three wolves were Alpha, Beta, and Delta. All male.

He and his wolf had to concentrate on shifting only his ears and trying to make his tail appear. "Let it go," he said to his wolf. The animal seemed to be trying to take over the man's mind entirely, having never tried anything like that before. A small, high-pitched cry made him open his eyes. Bianca had placed her hands on her lips. She had eyes that shone with admiration. In front of her, Alpha Black: this rare specimen, this mountain of muscles with black hair and eyes of intense forest green, was sitting on the bed, his massive musculature offered to her sight. Two large ears and a bushy black wolf tail had proudly appeared on his body.

I could hear the sound of my heart pounding as I stared at the shadow from where the voice came. The man who stepped forward looked carved from violence itself. His black shirt clung to a chest marked with tattoos that twisted up his throat, curling around the sharp line of his jaw. His dark hair was cropped close, his stubble shadowing lips set in a hard line. His eyes, silver edged with storm, pierced my body as if they could strip her bare. “Alpha Kael Draem,” someone whispered, their voice almost reverent. I swallowed hard. I had heard the name before, always spoken in warning. Alpha of the Blackfang pack. Cold. Ruthless. A wolf who crushed anyone foolish enough to stand in his way.

His father, now an old wolf who was counting down to the day he would finally leave the earth and now, the pack business rested on Alpha Brian. Brian was a tall hulking man with chest hair and a huge eagle tattoo adorning his lower back. His eyes were the colours of a midnight sky but when he was in his wolf form, it was black. As he walked into the palace, Brian couldn't help but marvel at all the things he had achieved at such a young age.

I ponder, shifting into silver, and going after them. I have a feeling if Logan is no longer in the picture, these rogue attacks will cease—that is, if he's the mastermind, of course. I ran after them, concealing my scent and blending in with the bushes to sneak up on them, but before I can reach them, the black wolf suddenly stops, shifting into his human form and standing up. There were tattoos on his back, an indication he's an alpha, and looking closely, his back was familiar, but where?

The air inside was cooler, cleaner, yet it carried a chilling authority that made my skin crawl. At the far end of the room stood a man with his back facing us. He was shirtless, his muscular frame tense as though carved from stone. Black ink decorated his body, twisting into intricate tattoos that seemed almost alive in the dim light. But my gaze froze when I spotted one marking that stood out among them all. Bold across his back, etched in dark ink, was a name. Alpha Mich. My breath caught. I had heard that name whispered in fear countless times. Alpha Mich of the Embermoon Pack. Ruthless. Powerful. Deadly. A man whose strength and supernatural powers made him a legend. If the rumors were

It was Alpha, and boy did it smell amazing. Ash shook his head as he tried to concentrate on Ohm's scent, which was barely there, and before he could get it, he was tackled to the ground and was now laying on his back with another wolf pinning him down. The wolf was huge, and it smelled like the same alpha he had been smelling. The wolf's fur was black with a reddish tint, and his eyes were gold. He was gorgeous, and Ash had never seen a wolf like that before. When Ash looked up, he saw the Alpha growling at him and showing his canine teeth. Ash whimpered and closed his eyes. He knew this was a bad idea. He should not have run after Ohm, but of course, like the omega he was and the older bro

“I’m Elijah. Elijah Ledger, but my friends and family call me Eli.” “Right. So, Elijah?” He expels a low breath, setting the duffel down, then pulling up the sleeve of his navy shirt to reveal the entire tattoo. It is a geometric moon symbol with a wolf paw print in the center inked on his arm. “Happy?” He raises a gold brow. “Mine’s a bit different from everyone else’s marks, considering my dad is the alpha.” “Alpha, as in leader?” I pry. “Yeah, pretty much.”