Black Swan Kotlc Novels & Stories

“I’m waiting.” He held his hands up defensively. “Okay, Okay, easy.” He ran a hand through his blonde locks and stared up at the ceiling for a moment before continuing. “I didn’t want to tell you because you’re leaving and it’s not your concern... but... in four days Landon is stepping down as Alpha and they’re holding a contest. Rune and I are competing.” In Blackwater, the Alpha of the pack wasn’t determined by some birthright, but by the strength and worthiness of the wolf. Only the most powerful and most honorable was allowed to lead the pack to glory.

he says, the anger in his voice all but gone, and I realise that this man trusts me…he trusts in my wolf. “Daniil Volkov kidnapped the wolf Tenebris and extracted the venom in his claws. You would have died if you ate that heart, Alpha Kai; they banked on you eating the heart.” Nova says, flooring everyone present. The wolf Tenebris is the one who can kill any wolf due to the venom secreted from his claws. How did Daniil not die after ingesting the venom? How was the fucker still alive himself?

he says pointing to them, I nod my head and take them off, putting both hands to cover my manhood. "Now shift love," he says and I nod he's being nice to me, unlike the first time I shifted, I wasn't pushed into shifting, I did it alone as the alpha taught us to, I went from standing tall, my head reaching the alpha's stomach, now I'm facing his knees. "Good job pup," the alpha says sitting down on the floor petting my head and making me wolf smile, I looked at my paws, and they were white, Moira was wrong, white wolves exist.

Carter Corporation was the main sponsor of this tour, so Julius had no choice but to attend. I could almost picture him there. Over the past three years, I had occasionally seen him in financial magazines looking more withdrawn and thinner than before, like a blade that had lost its edge. As the music reached its climax, I completed the iconic thirty-two fouettés. Each turn carried the power of a swan rising from the ashes, and the audience erupted into thunderous applause. During the curtain call, I looked up and casually swept my gaze across the VIP section. Across the vast distance, my eyes met his lifeless stare.

he roughly stated. "Yes sir" the one to the left said. "Make sure that there are no other survivors left" he told the one on the right. " Yes sir" he replied then left. The wolf on the left moved towards me and quickly and swiftly picking me up, throwing me over his shoulder heading outside. When we got outside I was kicking and thrashing around in his arms trying to get free. His hold tightened on me I can feel the anger radiating off him the more I kicked and thrashed around. I looked around and saw wolves slaughtered everywhere and then I saw we were headed towards a large black SUV. I kicked and thrashed a little more before he finally spoke up.

And finally a voice came,"Self-destruction mode enabled. Please move away from the Belk box. Self destruction in five, four , three-" Zane, by mistake had pushed the self-destruction button and he hesitantly moved away from the box and the box exploded , leaving nothing but ashes ,smoke and fire behind. "No no no no, this was my only hope, please please! I need to save my mother!", screamed Zane But nothing happened, and he crouched there in the middle of the forest, holding his mother's locket and his silver knife, crying loudly. He cried and cried and then he turned into a black wolf with white streaks and he howled sadly. He howled with the wind.

Cough—! The smiles on Alexander and Lucas's faces froze instantly. Both of them sprayed mouthfuls of blood. The sound of their kneecaps shattering echoed crisply across the ice as they were forced violently to the ground. They looked up in horror, staring at me in disbelief. "This... this is Imperial pressure? How is this possible... you're just a support-type White Wolf..." "Support?" I sneered, walking down the steps one by one. With every step I took, the pressure on their bodies doubled. "That was only because I was willing to uplift you. Without my blessing, you are less than stray dogs."

Then I did well. Without mincing words, Olivia took out a shiny object and pointed it to my forehead. “What are you doing?” I didn’t realise she came with that. “Checking your wolf’s strength?” I was curious to know how much I’d improved within a day. “And what does it say?” “Yellow.” “Yellow? What does that imply?” “White signifies low strength. Black signifies growing strength. Blue signifies shaky strength. Violet signifies moderate strength. Red signifies danger. Green signifies human strength. And human strength means such a wolf is hopeless from ever attaining wolf strength.”

"Get me another shirt… the gray one." With practiced ease, he stripped off the white shirt he had just put on and raised his hand toward me, waiting, as he always did, for me to hand him the freshly pressed one. The phone screen still glowed. I caught sight of Janine’s message: "Mr. Quinn, tonight’s event requires a gray suit." The professional tone was undercut by a playful cat emoji that followed right after. "What are you staring at? Where’s the shirt?" When I didn’t respond, irritation hardened his features.

What's a little fun that I can't have? “I'm specifically looking…” he paused as he opened a page in a book and then turned it to me. "For the White Wolf.” The page had a picture of a white wolf in it sitting under a huge moon. This was supposed to be alarming to me, but I wasn't bothered. This might prove Axton's theory of humans wanting more after finding little. Maybe they were the ones that carried the bodies of those lycans, and now they're back for more. But somehow I disagreed with that thought. What if this guy has read some books and done a little research, and now he wants to discover one for himself? That also makes sense.