Black Wolf Ears Novels & Stories

He’s too funny. “So, tell me, my dear brother... what is the name of your wolf?” My brother’s face changed a bit—he looked more serious. His eyes turned a pale, glowing blue instead of their usual all black eyes wolfs get. It’s said that wolves with different eye colors, especially something other than black, are stronger. Notably, Alphas usually had them. But here’s my bro—Beta and his blue eyes glory. “My name is Aros. It will be an honor to be the protector of the Touched One.”

When it was over, a massive black wolf stood where Kael had been. He was enormous - easily twice the size of any normal wolf. His fur was midnight black with silver threading through it, especially around his face and ears. But it was his eyes that made my breath catch. They were still Kael’s eyes, that same icy-gray color, looking out from the wolf’s face with unmistakable intelligence. The wolf - Kael - took a cautious step toward me. When I didn’t move away, he came closer, moving with fluid grace until he was standing just an arm’s length away.

Alpha Altan, ignoring Vladimir's words, looked at Zeta Eli in surprise at his question because, as far as he could remember, he hadn't mentioned it in front of anyone. Howl Wolf Vladimir has black hair and hazel brown eyes. His eyes are the most striking feature: golden irises, flecks of hazel brown embedded in his pupils. His nose is also very prominent, as are his chin and jawline - His wolf persona was a gift to him from the Goddess. "Your body smells like a vampire," he said, pouring some green-colored liquid into a bowl which the Alpha Altan finished in one breath. Today, I feel very strange about that dickhead," Alpha Altan said as he placed the cup back on the table.

Nigel smiled – a cold threatening kind. Eirika felt fear well inside her. She wanted to warn Nigel that the men were not just werewolves but the feral kind. Her father had taught her how to note the differences: the ferals have dark irises that flash when angry. Humans or the unchanging have normal-colored eyes with no glow in them, werewolves with Lycanthrope blood have gold circles around their regular eye colors and their eyes flash white when provoked. They can instantly change into their Lycan form like a chameleon and don't need the full moon. They also share the same eye color with their beasts, unlike the regular werewolves which have the largest population. Their eye color is a dull

She pulled back slightly, looking into his desperate blue eyes—eyes that held the same strength as the wolf who had saved her during the rogue ambush. “Gael... what does your wolf look like?” she asked suddenly. He blinked, caught off guard. “Like any Alpha wolf—midnight black, though larger than most.” “Any specific marks?” She narrowed her eyes. Everything depended on this answer. “A white crescent moon on the ear. The Royal mark,” he replied, staring at her.

"Who did you say gave it to you?" I still can't understand why a wolf such as that has the moonstone. "Can you describe the wolf?" I add, sounding desperate but I don't really care. "It's a black wolf. Amber eyes. Gray furs around its maw..." I reel back in shock. This can't be happening. Is it who I'm thinking the wolf is? "Does the wolf have a scar around it's right eye?" I ask, and when I see Rain nod, the world around me freezes. "Oh...no!" I roar, succumbing to my feet.

The weight in the air stole the words right out of their lungs. Then—crackling. Soft at first. Then growing. A low, eerie hum that crawled across the back of her neck. It was fire. And it was light. And it was alive. They turned. And everything else vanished. There, in the middle of the scorched battlefield, stood two figures so blindingly impossible that the world itself seemed to hold its breath. Two wolves. But not like anything they’d ever seen—not even in dreams. The first—massive, towering, wrapped in fire so pure it bled gold. Every movement of his fur sparked with flame, not chaotic but controlled, deliberate, powerful. His eyes were blue. Deep and endless. Familiar. Burning. Atlas.

alpha Rowan explains to all of us. "Any questions?" Alpha Aiden asks and none of us had any. "Great, I'll leave it to you beta," alpha Aiden says holding alpha Rowan's hand leaving us alone in the room with our beta. "Yesterday you all did a great step in your life, you shifted for the first time, we have two grey wolves and an adorable white one," he says not specifying which one of us is which color. All of my family is dark furred wolf, I don't think I'll be the white one, we take after our parents and mine are black and brown.

Ruby red eyes three of them came searching through the darkness. Taking all the full brunt of his attention, they moved like normal eyes melting from the shadows as three wolves stood in front of them. They were not massive like the size of a horse in fact they were normal other than the glowing eyes. The first two wolves had thick black coats, but one was clearly leaner while one had thick hunches and was pure muscle. Then there was the wolf to the right of the black hair wolves. The coat of this wolf was a deep brown almost black color with venomous green eyes that glitter in the light when the glowing began to fade away. “Jake Storm are you ready to die?” A thick husky voice filled the ai