Alpha Male Black Wolf Tattoo Novels & Stories

“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.

She’d seen more cocks and breasts than she cared to remember in the last few months. “You speak out for this piece of sniveling trash?” the man asked. He was the Alpha, and when he spoke Ava felt something answer within her. It was like her wolf knew his voice and was kicking at her skin trying to get out. She didn’t have a clue who the man was. She’d never seen him before in her life. Ava knew she would have remembered him from the way he looked alone. He was well over six feet, and down one arm going up to his neck was a black tattoo that interlocked and wrapped around his thick arms. The Alpha didn’t wear a shirt, only a pair of really tight jeans that settled on his hips but outlined his

As long as children and warriors are fed with lies and false history to their own believed-to-be-right perspectives, rivalry and conflict remain alive until everyone lives up to fighting and killing each other. “Handa! Marcha!” the beta, Marcus, growled and shifted into his hazel wolf. Leading the army was the largest wolf among them all. The Alpha. His fur differs the murkiest among them. It is black that slowly shades sangria red as it reaches the ends. I won’t deny, that he looks audaciously intimidating in that stance. This Alderhaw is, undeniably, the Alpha of this pack. “Stop staring at me,” emerged a voice in my head.

A way for my pack to survive with or without me but not under this man's thumb. He grabs my face, forcing me to look into his eyes. Blue with golden flecks through out them. He's an Alpha. Shit shit shit. He's Kosta. A dark line runs down his face. A scar my father had given him many years ago. It makes him look deadly. His fingers dig painfully into my jaw. "Tell your pack to submit before you all die." He growls, his dominance hitting me full force. If I wasn't an alpha I would be wetting my pants by now.

A red stone appeared in the center of the decoration. "Now you're part of the pack," Mikhail's voice snapped me out of my trance. “A black alloy of metals, as a symbol of black wolves, and a red stone is a symbol of the fire inside you,” he explained, pointing to his own, exactly the same pendant around his neck. Am I part of the pack now? Part of the family ... It seemed that tears were pouring down my cheeks ... It didn’t seem, but it was so ... I laughed stupidly, rubbing them over my face, and they kept flowing and flowing without stopping ...

he replied loudly, laughing loudly and followed by the rest of the herd. “What a strange excuse,” Serry said, rolling her eyeballs lazily. The Omega really didn't run out of thinking about their unreasonable excuses. “Shut up you, weak Omega!” jerked Alpha who had the most massive and tall body. His figure looks even more sinister with a wolf tattoo on the neck.

Nightshade black wolf, one of the rarest colors among Alpha wolves and possessed only by those who are stronger. Believe me, there isn’t a part of me that did not want to gawk at his wolf and all his goddess-damn glory, but the circumstances begged my attention. As the alpha, so did he. "What happened here?” His deep, inquisitive voice reverberated through the link, leaving Adeline and even me astonished momentarily. It wasn’t his voice that swept through me, but his wolf’s. It was deeper than Kaden’s, and I let myself wonder what his wolf’s personality like.

The body of the man fell heavily, convulsing for a few moments before it went cold and silent. Alpha Drake had a smirk on his face, making him look like a descendant of hell. His elongated claws dripped blood as he pointed at the remaining four wolves. He didn't need to say much, but the men all fell on their knees. Hoping to be spared. " Useless," he spat, his eyes carrying disgust. " Alpha, we already know where the sacred howling was heard. Why don't we go full massacre spree?" One of the men suggested, hoping to quell Alpha Drake's anger.

Troy breathed. It was only after Paul had shifted and started to walk towards where Agyemang stood on the wide stage that the proud-looking alpha allowed his own wolf to take over. “There he is…” Jake T breathed with awed amusement when Agyemang shifted into a large jet black wolf. Black wolves were noted for their no-nonsense attitude and ferociousness. It made them even more attractive. But from Jake T’s reaction, there was clearly more than met the eye. “Damn, he’s fine.” He moaned as he sat forward.