Black Buck Novels & Stories

Karen and Lila were far enough out of the circle for the buck to think he had an avenue of escape. The buck heard something. His head came up and he scented the air. Wolves! The odor was thick around him, except to the north. He ran for his life towards safety. The wolves took off after him but his escape was cut off by two snarling wolves, one auburn, one blond. His only choice was to try to leap over them. Karen saw him gather himself to jump and she lunged at the same time, gripping his neck with her powerful jaws. The blood filled her mouth, and she reveled in it.

Izzy said with pursed lips. “Yes, well, we were in the tree, watching the chipmunks come closer, watching Izzy’s caffeine hazed eyes get wider and wider when the white buck walks out of the clearing and next to it was the largest black buck I had ever seen. They were complete opposites, one pure snow white, the other the deepest, blackest color. They were beautiful,” Kate said, her eyes glazing over at the memory of the deer they had seen. Seth’s eyebrows raised curiously. “A white and a black buck together? That’s interesting.”

The night in Blackwater was no longer a threat, but a sacred mantle that enveloped the Leather Wolves clan. In the heart of the ancestral clearing, where rocks marked with Thorne and Blackwood symbols stood like sentinels of time, a colossal bonfire of pine and sandalwood cast orange flames toward the stars. The air was saturated with the scent of burning resin and the static electricity emanating from dozens of wolves in human form, arranged in a circle of absolute silence and reverence.

The other people nearby shifted awkwardly, and a strong tension filled the room as they quietly moved toward the door, recognizing that Derek was not someone to mess with. “Blackwood?” I said, breathless, my mind filled with images from the scary stories my mom used to tell me about the notorious Blackwood pack. They lived in the cursed, always frozen north—a place where few people risked going without serious problems. My thoughts mixed with wonder and fear, and I felt a chill of fright creeping into my mind. What had I just gotten myself into? My head was full of thoughts. This outlaw might be one of them—the famous group I thought was just a story. This was my first real meeting, and exci

Only when I had put enough distance between myself and the clearing did I finally glance down at the crumpled chit still clenched in my fist. One single word was scrawled there: BISON. I stumbled slightly, disbelief punching the air from my chest. A bison? Were they serious? Massive, horned beasts, nearly impossible to take down alone, even for an experienced hunter. But there was no time to curse my luck. Behind me, the ground shook from the weight of something heavy moving through the forest. Fast and violent. I twisted my head and caught a glimpse through the trees. A large wolf with sleek black fur and glowing eyes tearing through the underbrush—Dante. Not Ronan.

I needed a whisper in the right ear to make Mistwood realize that Blackwater had friends they couldn't handle. I started walking down the central aisle. The mud was thick, sticking to the soles of my shoes. I saw a group of Northern warriors sitting on a pile of crates, drinking something from a wooden flagon that smelled like fermented honey and jet fuel. They watched me pass, their eyes tracking the way I moved. I felt like a prize poodle walking through a wolf den, even in these rags.

The sound of a pack recognizing their Alpha. I stood at the edge of the courtyard, watching him bask in their adoration. This was Lucian Blackwood. Not the hedonistic playboy who treated his office like a pleasure den. Not the arrogant heir who propositioned me while still inside another woman. This was the Alpha who had leaped through a window to defend his people. Who had fought on the front lines. Who had led his pack to victory against a coordinated attack. And standing there, watching him move through the crowd with blood on his skin and triumph in his eyes, I felt something shift inside me.

I crossed one of my leg over. "Welcome everyone to the black auction. We have pretty good items today so please enjoy. The first item. One of Lala-land's finest diamond. This diamond is also one of the rarest diamond in the world. The silver has been extinct and this is the last of its kind. It can cut through anything and projects bright light. This diamond is one of a kind. There's no other of it in the world. We will start the bidding at 3 million dollars." The person said.

This must be how those 130 people died! Blackie felt sick to his non-existing stomach from the IQ-negative dialogue he had been forced to listen to, “…I’m pretty sure those 130 died due to a deer-caught-in-headlights car accident…” Noah finally took a moment to respond, but his response made Blackie want to cough up blood: “Blackie, I remember you mentioning how you come with many super useful functions. Do those functions include a mute button?” Blackie: “…” (ꐦ ◠‿◠) ‘Heh… heh… sure… that’s why I won’t be saying a word later when you beg me for help after your “good brother” rams his thick cock into your little virgin ass!’

Samantha A golden wolf walked up to me and spoke, "We need to return," and suddenly after it spoke, it turned to mist, and I was standing on the grounds of my pack settlement. On my left was a group of wolves led by a silver wolf. While on my right another group of wolves stood led by a bronze coloured wolf and a Silver wolf with bronze highlights. It was a standoff between both wolf groups. The environment was filled with burning houses and dead wolves. It was like a war zone. When I looked ahead, I saw my mother emerge from the smoke, she walked to me and changed to a silver wolf and spoke, "Selena Samantha Moonchild is time to return to your pack," Everything turned to mist.