Black Buck Novels & Stories

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.

She simply turned slowly, her gaze moving past my shoulder to land on my trusted subordinate, Buck, standing behind me. Buck was a massive Beta nearly two meters tall who had once snapped an adult brown bear’s neck with his bare hands. There was no warning. Katherine didn’t even chant a single spell. It was just one look.

Water rushed out into the Moonstone Corridor now. "Oh, shit," Buck muttered, dropping his iron tools and kicking off his footwear. He dropped to his knees on the wet floor. He hauled open the wooden vanity doors and reached deep into the dark piping. Lynn froze, his eyes locking onto the omega's waist. Buck was wearing thin, low-slung blue pajama pants. They hung dangerously low on his wide hips. He was not wearing any underwear beneath them. He had the tightest, roundest, most perfect male ass Lynn had ever seen on a wolf.

I have finally had enough of these assholes in this hell hole labeled as a hospital. 'No! You will go nowhere till you give me the answer to the question I asked you' He tells me and at this moment, he is now sounding so stupid. Okay now, I am beginning to doubt if compared to Jack, Mr. Black is still the World's most famous pervert. Even though I know Jack is a very weird and annoying guy, I never thought him to be this creepy. 'Sweetie, it will do you good to tell me now or I will have to force you to....' like seriously?

It was a constant reminder of my failure to keep something scratch-free that was mine. "Wolfsbane." Amber's voice caught my attention when I scrunched my nose to know more. "Was the knife dipped in wolfsbane?" She asked me but I had no clue about that. Of course, I knew about Wolfsbane that we used to hurt wolves more and slow down the healing procedure. But I had no clue of Ashton's knife that was dipped in wolfsbane. "Not sure." I gave her a short reply. She seemed a little lost and irritated with my casual tone.

Sierra agreed before: “Lucas watch out!” It was then something dashed out of the treeline right across the road and straight into their path. Lucas felt his heart leap into his throat as the wolf turned to face the truck, teeth bared and ears back. The black and sable coat was enough to let him know it was the feral but none of that mattered. He had already put his foot down on the break as a reflex and didn’t have time to correct his error. The back end of the truck spun out, dragging the whole vehicle across the slippery road before it hit something large and flipped.

Suddenly, the intruder’s eyes flashed white amid a long, pointy face covered in light brown fur. "Just a deer," Levi grumbled. He sighed, while the man on the horse kept its steady pace, almost disappointed, as the animal emerged from the forest. Its antlers branched out in several directions, showing the buck’s age. Levi watched the man disappear in the next clearing as he continued his drive to the dirt road.

Screaming at the hunters coming toward him with bows and swords. To only hear a voice that made everyone go still. "Stop" Just one command and all the hunters bow down. And that's when Volkan's grey eyes met the dark black ones of the man behind everything. Daniel Black The leader of Hunters stood in front of him. His face emotionless, not caring of the bloodshed of the innocents he just committed in name of ending the werewolf specie, which according to the humans were heartless beasts that are to be eliminated at all cost.