Black Dove Novels & Stories

Dove had a bad feeling. Kaze turned around and pulled Snow along to move back. Without looking back, Kaze reached his hand behind him. “Bang!” At the sound of the piercing noise, Dove crashed to the ground with a gaping hole in her chest. She was a goner. Dove died before she could enjoy a life of luxury upon finding favor with Jet and Wind. Never in her wildest dreams would she think Kaze would kill her now that she worked for Jet. “Are you happy with my pledge, Wind?”

Dove growled. “Just because you’re an Alpha, doesn’t mean you’re our Alpha. Scatter!” the 3 split into 3 different directions. Dove took off after the female wolf, she would be the easiest to crack when he got her back to the KingBears. After a 5 minute chase, Dove caught up to his prey. Backed against the wall, she covered her head and crouched next to a garbage can, her head in her hands for Dove’s Alpha influence screaming through her head.

He said. “I see. It's a half wing that looks like it came from a giant bird with a quote in the center.” Grace said. “The wing is of a dove, Grace, and the quote is a scripture from the Bible.” He explained. “Not typical right?” he asked, nodding his head. “I know, but it does have a deep meaning for me.” He said. “What does the dove symbolize though?” Grace asked. “Wrong question, Grace. You should ask me what the half wing of the dove on my back symbolizes. He said.

I couldn't quite put my finger on it, but the image stirred a memory, like a whisper in the back of my mind. I racked my brain, trying to recall where I'd seen this symbol before. It started from his ribcage, stretching down to his chest. At its center was a dove, its wings spread wide, but with a twist – a stake pierced its heart. The dove's feathers were intricately designed, with each quill meticulously detailed. Wrapping around the dove's body was a cobra, its scales glistening with a subtle sheen. Its body was coiled around the dove, not constricting, but rather embracing it.

I just can’t. Anderson rubs my back in understanding. When it comes to Dove moving back to Conrad Pack, the answer is absolutely not!

“Come now. We must find some food for you and then get to test your abilities. The pair spent the day together on what would almost be called a beach by human standards. The water resembled that of an ocean, wide and deep but it was not blue but a deep purple that it almost was tinted black. The sand under her feet was a deep blue that only when there was a break in the dark clouds from up above could she see it wasn’t again black. When he had said the entire plane had gone into hibernation, she had no idea what he meant. Little by little as the day went on and he tests her powers and made notes of this or that, she noticed that the colors would change. He seemed not to notice at all.

“Thundi prowled about his imposed home in search of something to eat. He stopped and burrowed the sand with his forepaw wishing a miracle would happen. With a sigh, he moved off. “A fluttering amongst some shrubs caught his attention and Thundi lunged forward. Expertly, he pounced on the unfortunate creature. He realized with utter disappointment that he had caught a bird- a dove! Normally, he did not kill birds for food. They were so small and would hardly quench hunger. And their sweet voices! They always had the power to disarm him. Now, a dove! One of the loveliest birds! But he was terribly hungry… “Oh, please, Thundi, don't eat me,' the lady dove pleaded, her eyes scary and misty with

I motioned her beside me and Sean go back to the kitchen. “Are you sure you’re okay JD? You still have to DJ later on Stargazer.” I looked at her and found her brown eyes worriedly looking at me. - - - - - - - - - - - - - - RENZO After I messaged Black Dragon, Topgun messaged me. 7: BD is injured but he’s okay. -TG I shook my head. JD never tells me if he get injured. I messaged him back. TG: Thanks. -7

Not until he felt alert again—felt that he could stil captain if the need arose—would he return to Lonesome Dove After supper, when Call left for the river, Augustus, Pea Eye, Newt, Bolivar and the pigs repaired to the porch. The pig nosed around in the yard, occasionally catching a lizard or a grasshopper, a rat snake or an unwary locust. Bolivar brough out a whetstone and spent twenty minutes or so sharpening the fine bone-handled knife that he wore at his belt. Th

She whispered drowsily, “She chose him.” He looked down at her, his eyes that were burning red soon softened. They raked her body, taking in each and every single bruise on her, his jaws clenched. But his voice remained low, and warm as he said, “So choose the devil you know, little dove.” His hands traced her face, Suddenly, Domenico burst into the car, and slammed the door. His face smeared with blood, and his body covered in stone debris . His chest heaved frantically