Romans & histoires Black Wolf

"We don't want humans aware of our existence. I already told you nobody wants to kill you." She relaxed a little. "How do you do that with your voice?" "I am the Alpha, leader of the pack, your new leader," he said. "There is a hierarchy around here." "So I have to listen to whatever you say?" "You still have free will if that's what you're asking. But wolves automatically respect their Alpha. It's natural to follow a leader." "Do we change into wolves on the full moon? Will silver bullets kill us?"

KAIDA I stood momentarily stunned as the ethereally snow-white wolf vanished from sight, its head turning towards me at the precise moment I whispered Malachi's name – a coincidence, or something more? The image of an obsidian-black wolf, eerie yet majestic, had been my mental picture of his true form, its midnight coat a fitting backdrop for his piercing green eyes. This pearly white creature was a stark contrast, one that left me questioning my assumptions.

The sleet hissed against his bare, blood-streaked chest, turning to tiny wisps of steam as his aura flared with a low, dangerous rumble. "They smell blood," Eldrick growled, his golden eyes sweeping the timberline. "They want to see if the rumors of the Blackthorn Alpha are true." A low, guttural snarl broke from the thickets on our right. A massive, charcoal-coated wolf, easily the size of a warhorse, its left ear torn to a jagged stump, stepped out onto the frozen mud of the path. Bone-white scars crisscrossed its snout, and its pale yellow eyes held zero fear.

Startled, I get up from the bed and move toward the window, pulling back the curtain with trembling hands. Outside, under the moonlit sky, a large black wolf stands in the clearing. Its silhouette is striking against the silver light, casting a long shadow on the grass. The wolf’s eyes glow a deep, intense blue as it lifts its head and howls again, a sound that seems to resonate with the very essence of the night.

Nightshade black wolf, one of the rarest colors among Alpha wolves and possessed only by those who are stronger. Believe me, there isn’t a part of me that did not want to gawk at his wolf and all his goddess-damn glory, but the circumstances begged my attention. As the alpha, so did he. "What happened here?” His deep, inquisitive voice reverberated through the link, leaving Adeline and even me astonished momentarily. It wasn’t his voice that swept through me, but his wolf’s. It was deeper than Kaden’s, and I let myself wonder what his wolf’s personality like.

A magnificent silver wolf, its fur glistening in the morning sunlight, stood tall and proud, its presence radiating power and controlled fury. For a fleeting moment, I thought it might be Nate, a beacon of salvation in our darkest hour. But as the wolf stalked towards the approaching rogues, a strange sense of unease settled in my stomach. This wolf was larger, with a battle-scarred face and piercing blue eyes that held an unsettling familiarity. It wasn’t Mate – but who was it, and why was it helping us?

It hit like a tidal wave, dragging me under all over again. I forced myself to stand, weak and shivering. As I turned toward the mirror, something caught my eye, just for a moment. My wolf was there, but not like any I’d ever seen, she was massive, jet black, darker than night, darker than death itself. Her eyes burned like fire, vivid orange flames dancing in a soulless void. I screamed and stumbled backward, crashing to the floor, my heart pounding like war drums. When I dared to look again, she was gone. Only my own reflection stared back, shaken. What are you? I thought, clutching my chest.

Adalwolf It was dark and I was alone this time . But in a way, I could scent her . She was close . I tried to look for her but as her scent drew closer, I saw nothing again . I could feel the deep loneliness . My wolf howled in sorrow . She left me . My other half . My anchor . Then another female wolf came . She was different . Her fur was black with splotches of white . I recognized her but I still could not bring the name to mind .

Perla's gravelly voice brought her back from her fleeting memories. "Saul and Thiago were brothers that fought for the rights to be Alpha of the first White Creek pack" Perla sipped her coffee before continuing the story. Nueva listened eagerly to the details as she puzzled the pictures she had seen in the book together with the story, inside her head. "I saw a white wolf in the book is that my Eira?" Nueva interrupted Perla's storytelling. "Well, yes and no. We don't know enough about the Ice wolf to know if there is more than one." Perla tried to explain.

But hopefully, this would just be the standard, run-of-the-mill, confused rogue. We followed the scent to a rocky hill that turned into a mountain, continuing up some rugged terrain. We dug our sharp claws into the stone, making our way up quickly and efficiently, stopping at a plateau partway up. Resting on the ledge, looking over the forested land, was a she-wolf with thick, dark-brown fur and icy-blue eyes. The three of us instantly surrounded her as she got up onto her four legs, turning to face us. She slowly moved her head, making eye contact with each of us one by one, her face emotionless.