Black Buck Novels & Stories

Enthusiasm and courage are the words Nolan uses to describe Windy. Nolan smiled and nodded, "Then I'll hunt in the northeast." The two split up and ran in the chosen direction. But they never expected Ezra's enemies to have entered the forest long ago. The leader of the assassin group is a Wolf with a pretty special fur. It has a reddish brown coat that is different from the rest of the species. Next to it was a wolf with jet-black fur similar to Ezra. But if you look closely, you will see the difference between the two.

She called herself Jodean and they learned she was Blessing’s oldest daughter—they also learned from her what was in the enclosure. Katie saw it first, a white snout poking out at ground level, black tip of nose wrinkling, sniffing the air. She inhaled sharply. “Bison calf,” said the gloved woman, setting her heavy pail down. “He’s still pretty young.” Richard nodded. “I hear they’re making a comeback. Been seeing a lot of them around lately.” Jodean smiled. “You haven’t seen any like ours, mister. Ours is special.”

Brutus laughed, “You are a curious little one. I live with my tribe near Yellowstone actually. We can run up to 35 miles per hour. When we shift we eat grasses and sedges if we need to.” I listened to the man answer Jonas’s questions patiently. When he finished Gideon formally introduced us, “Brutus this is Nikki, Wyntre’s human. Nikki this is Brutus, the bison you met on the battlefield. I held out my hand to shake his and was struck by how tiny my hand seemed in comparison as he shook mine. “Thank you for coming to help us. You certainly gave us the advantage when you intercepted those rogues who were going to attack Beni,” I said as we shook hands.

I took a deep breath, and for the first time that day, it didn’t feel like I was suffocating. I crouched by the river and cupped water in my palms, drinking beside him, it tasted clean. We sat together in silence, letting the moment stretch without the need for words. But that fragile peace was shattered the moment I heard the rustling of brush and the heavy footfalls of returning boots. Xareth had come back, his arms draped with wild game, rabbits, pheasants, even a young boar, his men followed close behind grinning holding animals.

Black Wolf Baker opened the bushes with his hand, and a short and ugly-looking monster struggled to escape from the palm of Black Wolf Baker's hand.His nose is short and pointed, and his fur is jet black and shiny like a seal. "Beaver!"I shouted after seeing the monster clearly.

I rolled my eyes and sat back in my mind and watched her jumping and ducking under trees. She growled anxiously and pushed herself harder. She slowed down and started to crouch down. Our eyes locked at the buck that was drinking water from a stream. I could already taste the meat. We licked our lips and continued to craw slow. We hide behind trees, but never lost contacted with the buck. Our knees tighten and were ready to jump. Our claws came out more and our lips pulled back showing our fangs.The bucks head snapped toward our direction and sniffed. It was about to take off into a sprint but we jumped and clamped on his neck.

Mara’s spear found its mark, pinning a second buck to the ground, her wild laughter ringing out, the moonlight dancing on her face, the grounds a haven, the thrill a shared triumph. Samantha and Luna cornered a third buck by the stream, her staff glowing as she drove it back, her green eyes blazing with victory, her voice a shout, the moonlight illuminating her face, the thrill of the hunt a mirror to the fire in her veins, the air thick with their shared legacy, the grounds a sanctuary, their bond a radiant flame. “For the pack!” she cried, her staff striking the buck’s leg, bringing it down, the moonlight dancing on her face, the grounds a haven, the thrill a shared joy.

Newt had no idea where the Black Hills were, or how you went about finding gold in them, but one of the reasons he was eager to head north with a cow herd was the hope of running into Jake somewhere along the way. Of course he wanted to wear a gun and become a top hand and have the adventure of the drive—maybe they would even see buffalo, though he knew there weren’t many left. But underneath all his other hopes was the oldest yearning he had, one that could lie covered

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

The scent of roasted venison, cedarwood, and the musk of a hundred wolves was overwhelming. She closed her eyes, trying to find the spark of her own wolf. Moon? Are you there? There was only a faint, distant whimper, like a ghost trapped in a cellar. The trumpets sounded, a low, guttural blast from a ram's horn. Alpha Blackwood stepped onto the dais, his presence commanding instant silence. Beside him stood Silas, looking like a god carved from obsidian. He wore a dark leather vest that showed the intricate tribal tattoos on his arms, markings that told the story of his kills and his heritage.