روايات وقصص ضمن Beautiful Black Wolf

“But when I say run, run as fast as you can, and don’t look back. Asher didn’t move but I know that he heard me. I look at the three rogue wolves. All of them look like one but are different in many ways. First is their size, most rogue wolves I know were not larger than Alpha Drake, and second is the way their eyes were pure black, no white, no other shade, just endless black, that felt like it could see right through you, reading you as a naked book without its cover, as it pulls you in a black hole that you can’t get, no, let me rephrase that. It’s a black hole that you will never get out of. It took all the strength that I had just to make me look away.

Aland held his injured left arm with his body mixed with sweat and forest soil. The black wolves returned to their human form. They were well-muscled men in their early 30s and with killer eyes. Jonea also noticed they had tribal tattoos on their backs. "Get out of the way!" threatened the black wolf. "Don't get in our way if you don't want to be last like your other friends in the warehouse." “Biggest?: hissed Jonea. "What have you done to him?" The black wolf groaned as it showed its rising dance at Jonea. He looked at the girl sharply. The black wolf was ready to jump at Jonea, but Aland stopped him.

If Winter can confuse that person with me, Madeline never met me. I heard a light gasp coming from Winter when suddenly a large wolf with shining black fur, which shone under sunlight, giving it a purple illusion, appeared. He also had white strips all over his belly, but what caught my attention was the white crescent moon mark in the middle of his forehead. “He is awesome.” Winter gushed, but I saw him frozen at his place too. Our family had a history of black wolves. Zyphre is also a midnight-black wolf with the same mark in the middle of his forehead.

I hissed in pain. I was about to snap at him, but when I saw his eyes, my mouth sealed shut. Fear kept me frozen, I didn't dare struggle against his hold. His eyes were black. Pure black. Normal wolves had yellow glow, Alphas had red, but Caden's was black. It was the first time I was seeing a glow like that. It terrified the hell out of me. And it made it worse to know his fury was the reason behind this. He could kill me!

The wolf's jaws opened wide, going straight for my throat. Then something black and massive slammed into it from the side. Another wolf. Even bigger than the rogues. Its fur was pure black and its eyes glowed silver in the dim light. The black wolf tore into the rogue with vicious efficiency. The rogue didn't stand a chance. Within seconds, it lay dead on the ground. The other two rogues turned on the black wolf. They attacked together, trying to overpower it with numbers. But the black wolf moved like nothing I'd ever seen. Fast. Deadly. Beautiful in a terrible way. It dodged their attacks and struck back with precision. One rogue went down with its throat torn out. The last one tried to ru

Walking around one day I pick up on a scent, that led me by the creek there was when I notice two rouges circling another wolf. At first, I was going to keep going because it was not my fight, then suddenly I could hear a whimper of a child. I looked around listening to the sound that when I saw the little boy was under the brushes crying. There something in my bones that got to me. I started to shift into my black wolf Villain, I ran over to where the two rouges were at, I saw that one was a black and white wolf, while the other was a dark brown. I charge at the brown wolf, by grabbing it by the neck with my crawls right away I snap the wolf neck throwing him over to the tree.

That's no Azura. Aloraaa. My name elongates into a drawn-out moan. As the figure steps into the moonlight, I can't divert my gaze. It's a wolf, an enormous beast that would make a Great Dane look small. Its fur is the darkest black, even blacker than obsidian. Alora? It twitches its snout but doesn't look at me. It sways its head around but fails to spot me. The wolf pivots and retreats into the woods just as I tumble into the water. I don't know what-

Two men came from behind the huge black wolf, whom I figured out, based on their uniform, was a soldier. The male, too afraid to run, was arrested by the soldier. I sat on the ground, still too scared to move. The black wolf shifted right in front of me into a male as tall as Alpha Bolin. He had onyx hair that hung above his shoulders and beautiful hazel eyes, which reminded me of the leaves of the falls gleaming under the sunlight. He was strapping and was extremely handsome, and the type of guy who wouldn't bother wasting his attention on me. The type of guy who chooses she-wolves as attractive as them to be with.

AUTHOR'S P.O.V. In the shrouded shadows of the night, a formidable black wolf, with fur as dark as the abyss, prowled stealthily through the underbrush. Its eyes, glowing with a fierce, infernal red, were fixed intently on the men stationed outside the building. Despite its lupine form, it exuded a commanding presence over the armed men in their human guise. The wolf, driven by a singular purpose, was here for one individual – a target it was resolutely determined to eliminate this very night.

The black wolf symbolizes it's full of Envy, Anger, sorrow, regret, greed, arrogance, self-pity, guilt, resentment, inferiority, lies, flash pride, superiority, and ego. Ash placed another mural in front of it the old one. It was a painting of a black wolf with red eyes, licking the white wolf's face with love written about it. Alex gasped at the painting. It was of them together on a run with the rest of the pack. Win must have taken it, and sent it to Ash so he could paint it. A painting of an Alpha with his Omega. It's show their love for eachother, their trust for eachother.