Beautiful Black Wolf Novels & Stories

Could I handle someone like him with that brooding, domineering presence? “Don’t move.” I instinctively held my breath as he suddenly leaned closer. “We wolves only choose one mate in a lifetime. It’s a bond of life and death. I will etch you into my memory so I never forget you.” “In that case, you should take it seriously.” With that, I pinned him down onto the bed. As expected of the black wolf lineage. They were all extremely strong and well-built. The sensation was exhilarating. “W-What are you doing?”

I always wondered why there are no black wolves in the modern world. More precisely, why I have not yet come across one. After all, my inner beast is a black wolf. And the answer was simple - I'm from another world, the world of magic and sorcery. Also, the gift of fire flows in my veins, and after traveling to the universe of my ancestors, I was finally able to curb it. It was only after visiting the house of my grandparents that I managed to truly learn how to control my flame. Now I will no longer allow you to wipe your feet on me, because my strength is in no way inferior to the strength of any alpha male. The frightened puppy is a thing of the past and, if necessary, I will force everyo

If there had ever been a doubt before she had alpha blood, it was proven otherwise. There were only a handful of black wolves out there, but hers was as black as the midnight sky with just a hint of blue in its coat, similar to the way Brook’s hair was. She towered over Chasity’s wolf almost by twice her size. Never in my life have I ever heard of a she-wolf being a black wolf. Even Axel wasn’t completely black, he had a bit of white around the eyes and a middle toe on the front left paw that looked as if it had been dipped in white paint.

"Wonderful. The final word to give goes out to the rest. Should anyone attempt to approach, look at, or even speak Enora's name, they shall be the next opponent here with me. Do I make myself clear?" "YES, ALPHA BOSS SIR!" "On your feet runt." He stripped down to his boxers before shifting into wolf form. His fur was a rich brown with a slightly lighter coloring on his chest and bright, green eyes stood out in contrast. The underling adopted as steady a stance as he could when he shifted, facing Alessandro. "You fight for your life," Alessandro said, charging at a blinding speed.

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 had hope that it wouldn't just happen now. But like every other year, at this point I would wish that my name wasn't my name. I would wish that I wasn't Allison Bush, the last air of the Bush who actually is the only one that turns into a full wolf on a full moon. I was trying to run from that and some other things.. But then again, you can't run away from yourself!!

I was puzzled, of course, that right after we had mated and I had marked her, but at the same time I was happy about it. I continued to talk to her until she was completely transformed. Her wolf was gorgeous, pitch black, with orange eyes and a mystical orange glow. I had never seen a wolf like her. Most of the wolves were still multi-colored as nature had created us, but she was the only wolf I had ever seen or heard that was only black and orange eyes never appeared in wolves.

By the middle, one particular painting drew her attention, the violence depicted in it different a striking contrast to the rest. She found herself drawn to the image of a black wolf with bloodred eyes and a bloodied snout, with a couple of bleeding wolves in the background. He noticed her staring at the painting longer than the others and stopped to let her adore it. “Do you like this one, love?” he asked. “It’s different,” she said and it piqued his interest. “It’s violent.” She couldn’t look away from the image of the black wolf that seemed to come alive, staring at her. It radiated power, one that could only be of an Alpha, and not an ordinary one at that. “It’s beautiful,” she said, not