Black Buck Novels & Stories

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.

Physical traits of a werewolf were A unibrow, A lot of body hair, A swing to their step when they walk, Bent nails- She couldn't read any further. These were all wack. Andreas didn't possess any of these things. She definitely would have spotted a unibrow if she had seen one, for one. As strange as Lake Creek was, no one had a unibrow. After dropping e-mails for her family to see whenever they woke up, she yawned and finally welcomed sleep.

" Magnus had no idea how to react. From the corner of his eye, he could see his Luna giving him a big amused smile. "Keep going," she encouraged him as she squeezed Black's hand a little tighter in hers. "Technically, from the day we get our wolves, we also undergo our ruts. A primal urge to reproduce takes hold of us, and we have..." Black's expression suddenly turned darker. "... You need to hump dry on anything that moves?" Bianca asked, shaking her head to the sides, amused to see him so uncomfortable. The red suddenly rose to Black's cheeks, and he nodded once.

"This whole section needs replacing. We can work down the line." "Okay." Nate followed the foreman's cues. They used a sledgehammer on the boards that were rotten or loose, then Nate held the new section while Nakos nailed them in place. They got a few done before Nate spoke again. "Where's the reservation?" "Between here and the Thunder Basin National Grasslands." Nakos pointed due north. "Arapaho tribe." Nate had never heard of it. He and Justin had served with a guy who was part Cherokee, but that was the extent of Nate's knowledge on Native Americans. "What's that phrase you say to Olivia every morning?"

She didn’t mind her dad and uncle calling her punkin but not in front of strangers, especially visiting Alpha’s. “Uncle, please stop calling me that in front of others.” She whined as he pulled her into a tight hug, making her blush. “Gentlemen, allow me to introduce you to our top warrior, trainer, and my beautiful niece, Kydence.” He looked at her with such pride. And my nephews, Kasper, and Kruz. Kids, this is Alpha Connor BlackPaw from the BlackPaw Mountain pack, his head trainer, Tyler Samuels and his younger brother and Beta, Dakota.” He said as Connor greeted them shaking their hands.