Black Wolf In The Dark Novels & Stories

Asteria was almost stumbling due to the sudden pressure, but all of a sudden it was gone in a blink of an eye, therefore, she wasn't affected that much. The two wolves sprawling on the ground looked haggard as the dirt covered their fur. Asteria's sight wasn't that great in the dim light, but she could still see that these wolves weren't dark in color, instead, their fur was brown. One had a darker shade of brown while the other one was lighter in color.

Some pack mates lay injured on the frost covered earth. My wolf stirred restlessly under my skin. I clenched my fists,torn between fear and an unfamiliar fiery determination. I couldn't stand back and watch my pack fall apart. No matter how much they despised me. I moved forward but immediately froze in place. From the shadows of the forest,the black wolf appeared ,his massive form radiating power and menace. His crimson eyes locked onto mine,pinning me in place. “Lea,”he growled, his voice echoing in my mind. “I’ve waited long enough”.

I stood there, panting, chest heaving. “Elena!” I turned. A copper-furred wolf with slitted eyes was snarling in my direction. For one insane moment, I thought it was Nox. Then I saw him. A monstrous black wolf tore through the wreckage like a storm given flesh, his coat so dark it drank in the light, save for the stark white streak slicing over his right ear like a battle scar carved by the gods. He was fast—so fast it took my breath away—and impossibly large. When he hit the rogue, it was like watching a wall collapse on top of a twig.

Amara’s POV The black wolf, massive and exuding an aura of cold command, moved with a terrifying grace. His eyes, like chips of obsidian, locked onto mine, and a chillingly intelligent snarl rumbled in his chest. He held back, observing, a silent strategist amidst the chaos of his pack’s assault.

“Bathed in shadow, cloaked in malevolence. The Gifted Wolf emerges from the depth of ancient darkness. Her furs are dark as coal, and her eyes filled with glory and strength. She’s still in the form of an ordinary werewolf, hidden among folks. What you seek for, is already here.” The Black Witch laughed hysterically.

She began to fade with the darkness until no trace of her was seen. Lucia jerked away to earth, panting heavily like she had just run a marathon. Strange, she could remember everything she discussed with her mother. In almost all cases, she barely remembered what took place in the dream. That was a sign... The Witch-Wolf is about to be born... "And where are you headed, Jackson?" A voice trailed him as he sauntered through the thick forest after the meeting of his pack in the forest. He felt heavy because like all other times, he had been frustrated, insulted, and used.

The werewolf came, its feet hitting the ground mercilessly as its hands joined in its movement. It broke out from the woods, tearing off the leaves of the trees with less effort, and growling at the sight of the man. “You can't take anyone from my family.!” Mark grinned as he shifted under the bright moonlight. His bones cracked, and his skin stretched beyond its limits, tearing to become as tough as that of a wolf. He growled at the phantom, just as the phantom growled at him. Like two behemoths, they collided, and the green grasses on the ground fell victim to their battle.

I lashed out, scratching down the face of one of the wolves as they tried to move in for my throat, sending them sprawling back into the dirt with a yowl of pain. I ducked to the side of the darkest wolf, narrowly missing their teeth and slashing my nails along their side, ripping the skin open. The scent of blood permeated the air, thickening it and encouraging my wolf further. Adrenaline rushed through my body, and my vision seemed to clear and slow, zooming in as the smallest wolf slipped from the group. A deep growl ripped from my throat as the female rogue made their way for the house quickly, limping from a bite I had managed to land on their front leg.

Could I handle someone like him with that brooding, domineering presence? “Don’t move.” I instinctively held my breath as he suddenly leaned closer. “We wolves only choose one mate in a lifetime. It’s a bond of life and death. I will etch you into my memory so I never forget you.” “In that case, you should take it seriously.” With that, I pinned him down onto the bed. As expected of the black wolf lineage. They were all extremely strong and well-built. The sensation was exhilarating. “W-What are you doing?”

With every bite from the wolves’ massive jaws or slice with their sharp claws, the blackness pierced the sky with the most wretched sound imaginable. I didn’t exactly know what I was expecting I would be able to do once finding the wolves and the dark force. I had nothing to fight with, and even if I did have a blade or a spear, the dark force appeared to be unstoppable by the makings of man. No…only the wolves had the power to fight off this malevolent presence. In the thickest part of the black smoke, the green shone brightly. I could see that the wolves were making their way to the center of it with a ferocious determination. They would be victorious. I could see this. I could hear this.