Big Black Wolf Novels & Stories

All of those innocent people and children were sent back to the Goddess because of his sick need for vengeance. If he had followed the rules, he wouldn't have been banished out there, to begin with. 'Good. Thank you,' I replied as the sound of the water reached my ears, spurring me to move faster to get to our destination. The waterfall was quite short, but the rushing waters over it came down in large amounts. The thick wall of liquid crashed loudly into the river beneath it. I moved to place Oliver down, and Mr. Black assisted as best he could in his wolf form, not having time to shift before I lowered my mate to the Earth.

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

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.

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?”

It’s just that he didn’t know how. He could not move any more. He tried so hard but he just couldn’t move as if he was a frozen statue. His eyes were completely fixated on him. He gradually saw that in the place where Mark stood, there was now a large black wolf with black fur and crimson eyes, gleaming under the light. Blake stared in wonder at the large wolf who was making continuous efforts to walk forward but tripped on its own paws and fell back on the floor. The wolf fell once again when he was attempting to get up. Blake staggered forward reaching the large wolf and kneeled near its form and put his trembling hand towards the wolf's fur.

Nala looked at Luka's wolf and watched as his eyes turned red and growled with dominance. The moon was bright in the sky almost full which meant that soon the werewolves would become stronger than usual and therefore would make more effort to go hunting. We were right in the middle of their hunt and they didn't like it so sure enough we were going to get attacked. We could suddenly hear a low growl and a pair of eyes came towards us walking slowly and its front feet lowered down. Luka's wolf growled loudly to show the werewolf that he was an alpha and he should back up but the werewolf kept moving forward. He had wet brown fur and dark black eyes which indicated that he was a wild werewolf w

Four of the females were in sight and we could even see the pups. "Now Alastor is one of the biggest wolfs to be recorded in all of history. On his four paws, he gets up to six feet! As cool as it would be to see him, he never ever comes out. He has his own den there in the ba- well would you look at that! There he is!" She pointed into the pen at the huge beast walking across the dirt. She was right, he was huge. His fur was coal-black but when the light hit it just right, it had bits of red. He was shaggy but definitely not lanky like the rest of them. He looked like a bear more than a wolf. He was sniffing around, covering more ground than I could running. His huge paws came to a stop and

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

’ Vuk pressed, tone clipped. “You want to discuss that here?” ‘Yes. Either that or you’re going to show her how hard she makes you.’ I glanced down at the problem pressing against my zipper. “There’s no response from the Arabs,” I muttered under my breath, dragging my mind somewhere else. “And no black wolf sightings.” Black Wolves were extinct for a reason. They were fucking brutal—beasts bred from the demon wolf line. Whoever wanted one either planned to use them as mercenaries or to bleed them dry for their power.

The werewolf came, its feet hitting the ground mercilessly as its hands joined in its movement. It broke out from the woods, tearing off the leaves of the trees with less effort, and growling at the sight of the man. “You can't take anyone from my family.!” Mark grinned as he shifted under the bright moonlight. His bones cracked, and his skin stretched beyond its limits, tearing to become as tough as that of a wolf. He growled at the phantom, just as the phantom growled at him. Like two behemoths, they collided, and the green grasses on the ground fell victim to their battle.