Black Buck Novels & Stories

“But to the outside world, this entire operation—and the Alpha himself—runs under a different title. Welcome to the Boulderback MC.” I tilted my head, the acronym sounding foreign. “MC?” “Motorcycle club," she nodded, a proud gleam in her eye. “A biker gang.” A gang. I swallowed hard, a sudden wave of panic hitting me. God, what kind of world have I stumbled into? Did I sign up for way more than my human mind can handle?

Fluid was rapidly pooling beneath Belle's feet and running down her legs. For one long, stunned moment—Neither Ethan nor Park moved. Both men simply stared. Completely frozen. ****😳😳****

It pleased his soul. "So, what are we going to eat this morning?" Blackwheel asked. "I am not sure if the game I hunted last night is still fresh but I will take a look at it. Give me a minute, I will be back." Blackwheel watched as the hunter went back inside his hut. A few minutes later, he reappeared with a bush meat in his hand. "It is still fresh," the hunter said. "But it won't be fresh if we allow it to last a day more."

She followed the buck slowly again and moved with speed hiding behind the pine trees and bushes any normal human being who saw her would think that she was a witch. Finally, as she neared the buck and slowly grabbed him, he struggled. But as it had hurt his leg, he grunted for quite some time and finally gave up. She soothed his back with her hand and tied it to a tree. “Hushhhhhhhhhhhhh.” She whispered then took out the medicine she had brought with her and applied in his leg before tying it with a bandage. The medicine had an immediate effect and the buck now relaxed and did not struggle. But after some time, the effect of the medicine made him sleep.

Maybe this is what it's like to try to remember your own death. ".. though it's possible others have," I say. "The rogue pack, you mean," he says with a smile. "I like that. We should call your pack the Iron Wildlings." I roll my eyes. "It's not 'my' pack and Iron Wildlings is probably no worse than some of the other names I've heard." A noise from the forest startles us. We turn at the same time to see Luka stepping out from the forest, his gold-tinted curls blowing about his face, his brown eyes wide with wonder at the sight of the river.

One heralded death-defying skateboarders jumping insane obstacles, while another flashed on a monster truck pile up. Shaking his head quickly back and forth to break out of his trance, Dakari moved toward the wall in the back. The other two stared in awe at a screen, watching as a man in nothing but shorts wrestled an alligator. When it turned ugly for the man, they looked away and noticed Dakari poking through a pile of backpacks and duffles. As Luca and Beecher joined him, Luca reached for a sexily scarred brown leather bag. “OK, I’m done.” He smiled. “This definitely beats the unicorn backpack Katalea loaned me.”

Xander interjected, "look over the herd and pick one out." I looked over the herd and spotted a beautiful buck with huge antlers. "That one." Xander smirked. "Wow! You like to aim high!" "Well, I don't want to go for a doe in case she's pregnant," I replied. The last thing I wanted was to kill a mother and her unborn baby. Xander nodded. "Okay, now watch your target and wait. When you're ready, then take it down." I did as Xander and Elias instructed, watching the deer. When the deer turned its head, I bolted toward it.

All he knew was that it was up to him to save his pack from Killian's horrible decisions. Moving quickly down the path, it wasn't long before Liam was confronted with a huge white wolf with ice blue eyes. It could only be Brodi Sköll. Liam quickly fell to one knee and dropped his head. He could only hope it was enough to keep the Alpha from tearing him apart just for being part of the Blackfoot Pack.

I could also see he was wearing a white fur coat. “Thank you for having us Madam Amelia.” Kent said with a bow. “Of course.” I couldn’t see my mother but I heard her voice and it was quivering. “Does he have to stay like this?” I roamed my eyes around and gasped as I spotted a black dog—no,not a dog, a wolf. I had never seen a wolf in broad daylight. My gasp may have been loud because Kent’s head turned up to locate the sound. This enabled me to see his face. It was more innocent than I expected. His face was paper white with flushed pink cheeks. His nose was almost as buttoned as Marianna, but his jaw was where you could see the alpha. It moved as he looked around. It was sharp enough to cu

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.