Big Black Wolf Novels & Stories

She almost lands on me when a bigger wolf collides and tackles her to the ground. Tianna's wolf releases a painful howl as she is tackled to the ground by the bigger black wolf. That's when I realize that the big black wolf is jason

I need to get out of here as fast as I can before this rogue actually kills me. It turns it's head to attack me again but suddenly a bigger and larger wolf collides with it . The two wolves roll to the ground like struggling toddlers on the play ground. The larger wolf with dark blue eyes bites the neck of the rogue with so much aggression but the rogue doesn't submit . Instead, it fights back by trying to swipe it's paw by attacking the black wolf . The black wolf is stronger and bigger so it successfully finishes it off by killing the wolf with one deadly bite.

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?

His eyes jerked open at their own will, even as he laid sprawled on the floor in pain, grunting and writhing, wishing there was a way, a spell even, to do away with the pain instantly. He saw a very big black wolf, fighting with the two black-brown wolves. He had thought that the former wolves that had wanted to attack him were big, but now, compared to the big black one, he thought that they were a bit small. He was sure that the big black wolf was an Alpha wolf, or perhaps a beta. No, Alpha. He finally concluded.

In short, it was beautiful. "Wow... his wolf is so beautiful..." I mumbled lost in his beauty. His wolf was pure black whereas my wolf was white with shades of grey and blue eyes. "If you keep gawking at me, I won't be able to concentrate, baby." He said in our own little mind link. I coughed at the nickname he used. He doesn't call me that often and the fact that he wasn't serious during the fight and was flirting with me. Oh, dear!

Apollo questioned. Amerie’s cheeks reddened slightly. “It was… actually in a dream.” “Who said it?” Apollo repeated. Amerie shifted in her seat. “Um… a wolf.” Kierian and Mae looked at each other. “It wasn’t the white wolf, was it?” Apollo asked quietly. Amerie shook her head. “A black one.” Apollo nodded. “Have you seen that wolf before?”

He said, "I thought you were on her side all this while. But please, you are not doing us any kindness here. Do you think you are doing the right thing? I can tell you are doing the wrong thing. Let's beg her and see what she does." "Beg my ass" he scoffed out a mirthless chuckle and pointed the gun towards Andre "You will not tell me what to do with her. Do you understand me!" Andre said, "Calm down. That will do, Norris. There is no need for that." My lips trembled at the drama. They wouldn't dare to fight me or my wolf, because we both were just deadly. I could single-handedly take on a whole Pack and beat them to a pulp.

Their leader is a black wolf with blue eyes, and he wants to stand on the high cliff and declare war on his opponent. The Red Wolve did not dare to stop but only dared to lean to the side. Wolves usually have gray and yellow fur, but with wolves having white, black, and red fur is very special. The black wolf that received the order to distract Windy was just a wolf with yellow fur because to distract the opponent, he disguised himself to look like Ezra.

I gasped, pushing myself up on my elbows. Standing over me was a wolf. But not just any wolf. He was massive. His fur was pitch black, darker than the shadows around us. And his eyes... they were glowing electric blue. He snarled at the other two men, his teeth bared in a display of pure, unadulterated rage. Before I could even blink, he was on them. The fight didn't last seconds. It was a slaughter. The black wolf moved with a speed that defied physics. There were sounds of wet tearing and snapping bones.

Forcing my eyes open, I try to focus on what's happening. A blur of dark fur moves with lightning speed, tearing through the rogues like they're made of paper. This new wolf is massive, easily twice the size of the largest rogue. Its fur is a deep, rich black that seems to absorb the moonlight. Muscles ripple under its coat as it moves, a testament to its power and strength.