Beautiful Black Wolf Novels & Stories

My wolf turned around so fast I almost got whiplash. After a brief moment of rustling clothes and then cracking bones, I turned to see a black wolf with fiery red eyes. When he said he was a warrior wolf, I did not understand that he meant just that. As I stared at the wolf with pitch-black fur and not a drop of colour mixed in, I knew he had not exaggerated. Wolves of this coloring were well known for their strength, just as wolves like Ana were known for carrying generational wisdom.

And that color was also representing their personalities and their roles to play, the white one is cool, gentle, smart, and can be merciful, but don't mess with the black one, it will slaughter and roast you up. The black represents revenge, anger, and stubbornness. With these things that were recently stated above about these wolves, it simply means that they ain't ordinary, they are actually there for a vital role, and they have a vital role to play to Wisdom and his friends. So the wolves are standing dangerously staring at them with their special green eyes, with only the look on these wolves' faces, the black one is already approved to be the most dangerous, that title of dangerous it m

"But I just. Fine. Why were the wolves in my dream black and the other white? Why do they only teach us about brown wolves in school?" Gunther's smile got wider. "The white wolves are very rear, extra blessed by the moon goddess. Serafina was the only white wolf. Arcadia couldn't have another child after the moon goddess took away the one she had and Serafina died." "As for the black wolves, they came about after drinking from Arcadia's blood. Even though they were the only ones to receive this strong power. I guess you could call it that, but the black wolves (red wolves, Timber wolves. Whatever you want to call them.) Are the only wolves that can stand on their hind legs and have black fur

She waited for a long time, without hearing anything But she opened her eyes in horror when she felt saliva filling her hand She screamed in terror when she found Black the wolf with the large scar on his cheek and his soft black fur in front of her. Even his eyes were black, unlike his owner's hazel eyes He let out soft noises to put her hand on her chest in fear, but the idea that he wouldn't hurt her made her feel more comfortable, so she raised her hand. She touched his fur and closed his eyes comfortably, moving his head against her hand. He looked like a puppy with his movements! "Let's go, don't run so fast, ok Black?" I whispered to him and that made him open his eyes

I looked towards the direction where the sound was coming from. Out of the woods came a dark gray almost black wolf. This wolf was almost as large as my mate’s wolf Knight. He had black mixed with white paws. He was actually a breathtaking beast, damn, who was this wolf? I shook my head, focusing on the wolf. Everyone and I mean everyone stopped fighting at this point, and was now staring at this wolf trying to figure out who the wolf was. In my head, I was wondering who could have called for this wolf's help.

“He manifested when I was fourteen. I also discovered his name at about the same time, I was reading a book and the word just happened to jump out at me. “He’s a beautiful wolf. We don’t get a lot of Black wolves around here, mostly gray and white.” Howler preened in my head; our mate liking how we looked had my wolf side gloating. My wolf was raven black, the color of my hair with the tip of his tail having a little bit of grey, almost like someone had dipped it in paint. My eyes would take on more of a yellow color from my usual honey brown. True to comparison of others, we were just as big as any other alpha; standing as tall as a man.

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.

Though generally, all of them had undergone brutal training for the Wolf's, the were just standout in martial arts. And last but not probably the least, the Black Wolf's Clan themselves. The deadliest and the leaders of them all. They possessed all of the natures the other factions had and they were mostly feared of the King. Mainly because of their black characteristics. They didn't like to be bossed around by just a random person and wouldn't hesitate at any time to kill or give in to their dark side, even if it was their comrade or loved one. They fear no one. They could find you out even if you were hiding into the deepest pits of hell and surely, they wouldn't hesitate to make your life

no doubt. A lazy smile was dancing over his lips, matching mine when I opened my eyes. Swiftly he spun, slightly up in the air and he landed in a beautiful black wolf, pure black, shining, his eyes are gorgeous in wolf-form, too. I have seen only Alphas with the same eye colours. Strange! Perhaps they hold more power and rule their community. I don't know.

Slowly. And there it is. A black wolf. Larger than the others. Darker. Its fur matted, its posture erratic, its eyes— unhinged. Not just hunger. Not instinct. Madness. Its lips curl back, revealing elongated, glistening teeth as a low, guttural sound builds in its chest. For a moment— everything stills. The noise. The chaos. Even the wind. It looks at me like prey. Like something already claimed. And yet—