Beautiful Black Wolf Novels & Stories

It must be really old. Now there were three, big, black wolves getting ready for a brutal face-off. They all had blazing red eyes and this seemed to remind me of how similar the demon wolf is in comparison to most Alpha wolves. A wolf is said to be nearing the true alpha state when it's furs have started to turn a darker shade, till it finally turns pitch black. Out of the five other Alphas in this pack, only one was pitch black, Alpha Peter. Ryan and the rest were just dark shades of grey or whatever. Shows they are yet to receive their full alpha strength. This is definitely to my advantage...not that I wouldn't be able to take a full blooded alpha.

“Fall back to the ridge! Regroup!” “I can’t!” I yell, throwing out a burst of fire that clears a path. “They’ll crush the front line if we pull back now!” “Leah…” Before he can finish, something slams into the ground between us, a massive black wolf, twice the size of any other. Its eyes burn a darker shade, almost red. I grit my teeth. “So this is what that witch has been working on.”

That's why the black wolves are so strong, they are the children of god monsters according to Norse legend. He said that over the years the black wolves did fade out but it’s still common for wolves in Norway to have a lot of black in their fur. He seemed surprised by how rare it is for wolves here in North America to have even a tiny bit of black and their fur. How it’s treated a bit like a status thing because it proves your descendant of the original Alpha and his sons. He then went on to explain an old pack legend about how a black wolf, a son of Fenrir, will find a mate that holds not one but two blessings, blessings bestowed upon her by Sol and Mani and together they would rule over al

Beta Connor began to order before he felt as if he were choking. "All these people willing to die for you while you remain grounded," Black continued. The Mad One had remained perfectly still, but his predatory eyes were now staring at the Red Moon Beta. Connor felt as if he'd been crushed to the ground by the enormous pressure of the power unleashed by Alpha Black. He trembled with fear as he saw everyone around him start to howl and writhe under the pain of this legendary wolf's black aura.

Startled, I get up from the bed and move toward the window, pulling back the curtain with trembling hands. Outside, under the moonlit sky, a large black wolf stands in the clearing. Its silhouette is striking against the silver light, casting a long shadow on the grass. The wolf’s eyes glow a deep, intense blue as it lifts its head and howls again, a sound that seems to resonate with the very essence of the night.

Neither of them looked very tired, wolfish vigor. Dylan and Kendrick are equal in size, large and massive, their fur the difference. While the fur of Sin, Dylan's wolf, is completely white, without any patches of another tone, that of Night, Kendrick's wolf, is completely black, like a night without moon and stars. Two opposites.

Ronan’s reasonable whisper was prompt ignored when it reached my ears where I was hunched over the frail woman, tracing my fingers over her arms in an effort to calm her. This was all my fault. I did this to her…me. Tiny black threads seeped in from the corners of her eyes, making the elite wolves who stood the closest gasp. Black arts. Did she have confessor powers too? No…no, that couldn't be. Confessor powers were bright white…black had to mean something else…something from The Darkness. “What on earth?” Laziel’s cold hiss came above me and a second later, a wide circle had cleared around us…the other wolves terrified of his rage.

Puffs of steam from our breath dissipated into the icy air. The big black wolf came to a slow stop with the white wolf and was shortly greeted by The most unique, and dare I say handsome colored wolf I had seen. A rare mutation of chimera coloring. One half of the wolf was a dark brown, almost black. The other half is not quite silver like King Kellen’s but more blue but also just as big as the Kings. Like two sides of a coin. The same but not. The wolf's eyes shone a golden color, piercing and dangerous.

He shouted and waved his hand towards the group. "Where are we going?" I asked as I closed the door. "On a run," Alex said as he pulled Sanna close to him. The pack believed I had a dark brown wolf. Alex had said out loud that he was impressed that my wolf was so dark, and that was the end of anyone thinking anything differently. Liya, my wolf was pure black, one of the legends. But many disliked the Black wolves; they believed they were much more powerful and could be dangerous. The Grand Alpha was the first black wolf to ever be known. Our blue eyes were another unusual feature.

I took the chaos to mind link Tristan in privacy, his voice weak from the amount of silver he was contained with. : Tristan, is this you? The attack? It’s 50 wolves, no scent… what?... they’re all black wolves… Tristan, what is this? : the moment I see them I’m shocked, they are all huge like Silas, if not bigger, their fur as black as night and they are all lethal and deadly looking. A black-furred wolf is a thing of legend, no wolf has ever been fully black, not since the very first Alpha, the very first wolf to ever howl to the moon. If these 50 wolves were all pitch black...who the hell were they and where the hell did they come from?