Black Alpha Wolf Novels & Stories

Shit The trees trembled. My silver eyes I felt it turn to crimson as it locked on his, and the black wolf showed her teeth. “I am a hundredth-generation Gorde Wolf,” she growled underneath each word like a sandpaper scraped at my throat, shattering his command she seemed to loom taller even though he was a foot taller than me. “The last black wolf born. I am bigger, stronger than any alpha, I am the descendant of the Honshu Wolves, powered by the gods themselves,” she roared, her power bringing him to his knees as he groaned in pain, “I wasn’t born to bow to you.”

he sassed. “She’s telling you the truth Hayden. We can both tell that you’re an Alpha. Our wolves have confirmed it,” I told him. He frowned. “How?” “We don’t know, but we’re going to figure it out together,” Angelina smiled. “What colour is your wolf?” I asked him. Realization flashed across his face. “Black,” he replied. Only Alphas have black wolves. “How did you not question this?” I asked him. “I did when I first shifted, but Jarvis told me that it was because I was powerful Beta. I believed him and went with it,” he explained.

Troy breathed. It was only after Paul had shifted and started to walk towards where Agyemang stood on the wide stage that the proud-looking alpha allowed his own wolf to take over. “There he is…” Jake T breathed with awed amusement when Agyemang shifted into a large jet black wolf. Black wolves were noted for their no-nonsense attitude and ferociousness. It made them even more attractive. But from Jake T’s reaction, there was clearly more than met the eye. “Damn, he’s fine.” He moaned as he sat forward.

They made sure to stay in the shadows so the sun wouldn't singe their skin. The large wolf with black glossy fur and eyes as silver as the moon growled lowly at Dimitri and Ambrosia. A ginger colored wolf only slightly smaller than the black stood ready to attack. The last wolf was gray with black tufts of fur. I deduced that the three wolves were Alpha, Beta, and Delta. All male.

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.

The cries of the wounded, the roar of the wolves, and the clang of metal on metal reverberated through the air, a symphony of war. Draven, his body a tapestry of cuts and bruises, fought like a man possessed. He was a whirlwind of fury, his every movement a testament to his raw power. He was a bulwark against the tide of Mateo”s forces, a wall of bone and muscle that refused to be broken. Finally, he found Mateo, his face contorted in a mask of rage and desperation. The two alpha wolves locked eyes, their gaze a silent war. The air crackled with anticipation. The battle between the two alpha wolves was a spectacle of raw power and primal fury. Their movements were a blur of claws and teeth,

With a sweep of my arms, I glided through the water, my body slicing clean lines beneath the surface. Ripples shimmered beneath the moonlight, casting sharp shadows over the water—broad shoulders, chiseled chest, and defined abs surfaced and submerged again like a predator moving through the night. If there were any females standing on the edge of the pool right now, they wouldn't be able to tear their eyes away. The weaker-willed ones? They’d be soaked just from looking. After all, I’m every she-wolf’s fantasy—Alexander Blackwood, current Alpha of the Blackwood Pack and the highest-ranking Alpha in the North American Council. The most powerful resources of the largest wolf pack in the world

He rubs against me and licks my stomach while I giggle. I'm a little nervous as I call Tamisra forward. Alpha Gunther was pissed my wolf was black, normally only Alpha wolves were black. In fact, I don't think there's ever been a recorded black wolf who wasn't an alpha. She was so black she had hints of blue, which most alphas don't have, her aura was normal and she was actually on the smaller side, so he dropped it. Stupid male egos, so fragile. When I shift, I see Adonis cock his head to the side but he doesn't say anything. I'm the first to take off, Tamisra weaves in and out of the trees, wanting Adonis to chase her. He of course happily obliged. Predicable little alpha.

“While they see disaster, I see potential. I am Alpha Xareth Morryn. Alpha of Crimson Dusk.” Crimson Dusk. Rhydan had spoken of them once, a twilight-born pack, bound by blood magic and dark legacies. “Come with me,” he offered, extending his hand. “Let me take everything from those who cast you aside.” I don’t know why my hand rose to meet his, why my fingers curled into his palm. But they did, and in that moment, I felt my wolf stirring. For the first time, she awakened but she didn’t emerge. Something held her back.

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.