Black Wolf In The Dark Novels & Stories

Even though she was surrounded by nothing but darkness,Nina forced her legs to run. Running to no where exactly. Tired,she stopped to pant.Maybe it was only a dream.She pinched herself and blinked her eyes continuously but she was still there..in this terribly dark place. One could still see a place to hide in the underworld but here..there was only darkness,wide spacious area with no end. "Where do you think you're going to?" he was right there,meters away "Nisha?" Nina turned at the sound of her wolf's name. "You still don't understand do you? Ha ha ha.." he laughed and then he was serious all over again "I own this place,Nina! And guess what my love?"

You can't afford to miss things. Who is this? Who is this? Lia waited, motionless, all her senses on alert. At last, the other wolf loped off, but it turned every so often to see if she was still there before speeding up and heading toward the residential area. Even then, she stayed in place until she was sure the black wolf was completely gone from the area. When the wind no longer carried his scent to her, she finally took off back toward where she had left the car, still moving as stealthily as possible. There could be others in the area, hiding in the trees, maybe part of the black wolf's pack, if indeed there was one here.

Gradually with every word that he spoke, Nicole was beginning to regain her consciousness but just then a day tipped over one of the stainless steel objects there that made such a loud sound. The sound broke Nicole’s concentration within her body and triggered the wolf even more, they hated loud sound or bright light. The she wolf was pissed now and broke the second restraint almost immediately. Then the rampage begun, she went towards Henry and growled really loudly like she was about to attack him but she was slightly able to recognize him, she tossed him aside and then Nicole turned and rammed her way through the door of the basement.

"Kael. Kael, wake up." He does not stir. My father and mother and Darian have formed a wall between me and the Dark Wolf. They are holding. Barely. "You cannot protect her forever," the Dark Wolf snarls. "She is mine." "She is no one's," my father shouts. "She is her own wolf." The Dark Wolf laughs and swipes at him. My father falls. My mother screams and attacks, silver light blazing. "The wolf is not your vessel," I cry out. "I am."

I whisper hoarsely, my voice barely a breath against the overwhelming silence. The forest seems to close in on me, the once-comforting darkness now a suffocating void. I look up, hoping to see the familiar faces of my family, but instead, a low, menacing growl emerges from the depths of the woods. My heart pounds in my chest as a figure begins to materialize through the gloom. A large, black wolf steps into view, its eyes glowing a haunting blue. Its coat is sleek and glossy, a stark contrast against the dark backdrop of the woods. A white diamond-shaped tattoo gleams on its forehead, catching the faint light and casting eerie shadows.

But then, out of nowhere, a massive wolf leaped out from the shadows, blocking our path. It was unlike any wolf I had ever seen—its fur was a deep, unnatural black, and its eyes glowed with a sickly yellow light that made my blood run cold. This wasn’t just a regular wolf. It was one of them. The wolf snarled, baring its teeth in a menacing display as it advanced on us. Quinton shifted instantly, his own wolf bursting forth in a show of strength and dominance. But even he seemed hesitant, the sheer size and power of the black wolf making it clear that this was no ordinary opponent.

The dark wolves had red eyes and a symbol of lightning on their forehead. I bit down on the one that attacked me again and threw its dead body against the tree. I was quicker than every warrior around, so I easily became a target for the dark wolves. Regardless, I was pleased that our warriors were looking out for me, killing every dark wolf who attempted to come a few paws at me as I fought.

Four wolves circled me now, snarling. They were coordinating their attacks, looking for openings. I backed up until I felt Erica's small body behind me. I couldn't protect her and fight at the same time. Not against this many. Then, from the darkness of the trees, something moved. Fast. Silent. Deadly. A wolf I'd never seen before launched into the circle. He was huge—nearly as big as Leighton—with dark grey fur that was almost black. His eyes were a strange silver-blue color that seemed to glow in the darkness.

he called, unease thick in his voice. Clair and Alpha Ruben stood frozen, unable to process the sight of the mighty wolf before them. Frederick was no ordinary lycan, and the fear in Mark’s eyes was undeniable. “Hello, brother,” Dark murmured with a dangerous glint. Mark’s unease deepened. “Why is he so big? He’s not a werewolf,” Clair muttered. Dark smirked. “And we have the mistress too. I should’ve known you’d be the only one crazy enough to orchestrate something this stupid.”

"Turn? What are you saying?" "Ah, so that boyfriend you are with tonight is keeping you in the dark. Figures, since you are not marked. He must not be serious about you. Born wolf shifters may not continue forever, but science will ensure that they do." A small box in his hand revealed a syringe, filled with a glowing, blue liquid. "Now, let us not make this difficult," he said, voice soft but his eyes were reflective, the eyes of a wolf. They lunged at the same time; her towards the box and he towards her. She screamed when he grazed her arm, just out of reach. Using an old desk as a barrier, she managed to get behind it and hold an old candleholder out in front of her.