Black Wolves Novels & Stories

Plan B was currently searching through the areas the pack thought were protected. Somewhere between here and there, two wolves moving like a blur of fur raced down the mountain—one pitch black and one pure white, like yin and yang. They would leap to outpace each other, but they only looked like fish playing and jumping out the water, their scales glinting under the moonlight. They smile, they smirk. They tease, they laugh.

A rustle of snow. A shadow moved. Then— A lone wolf stepped out of the darkness. Massive. Black fur. Eyes glowing silver. Rylan stiffened instantly. “Not possible.” Kade swore. “That can’t be—” Lyra’s heartbeat tripped. The wolf lowered its head… in a bow. “What is that?” she whispered. Rylan’s voice was barely human. “A sentinel.” Lyra’s breath caught. Sentinels were ancient wolves said to serve only one bloodline—one house. A house believed extinct.

“I saw four huge wolves and one massive looking one” “Did anything stand out among the wolves? Like color?” Nodding his head does Tori move to speak again. “Yeah. The wolves in question looked a lot like you, Jake and Alex.” “Me?” I ask, wanting to make sure that I heard him correctly. Nodding his head again does Tori move to continue. “Yeah. As one of the wolves was completely black. Kind of like Vox. Another wolf was reddish brown which reminded me of Ash and the third one was gray like Volt. The only wolf I couldn’t pinpoint among the four was the one that was black and had white paws.”

"And then the debt collectors will come for both of us and seize pack lands, and every wolf in Crescent Moon Pack will lose their homes because you were too selfish to accept your fate. Can you live with that?" The trap closes around me so perfectly I almost admire the cruelty. He knows I cannot let the pack suffer for his mistakes, recognizes I have spent three years protecting these wolves from his incompetence, and admits I will choose their safety over my freedom. "You are a monster," I say. "I'm a realist." He responds by straightening his jacket like we just finished a pleasant conversation. "You were never going to give me an heir anyway, too defective for that. At least this way you

“Just let go, and I’ll be right there with you.” She calmed slightly as he held her. The first time was always the worst and she was so much older than she should have been for a first timer. He felt his own wolf clawing its way to the front of his mind rushing to be freed. He could feel her letting go, letting the beast with in her move forward. Her wolf was violently making its appearance, with one more blood curtailing scream Tifs eyes opened wide as the wolf broke free of the human form that held her. A beautiful red and silver creature, the bright green eyes glinting in the moon lit snow covered night. His black wolf hushing to meet hers. Siron had only one thought rush through his mind

“The resemblance is… uncanny.” I stepped closer, my towering frame casting a shadow over Malcolm. “Who is Aurora Blackwood?” Malcolm hesitated, his fingers gripping the armrests of his chair tightly. “Aurora was from a bloodline most wolves can only dream of. They were called the Astral Pack—a clan of wolves so powerful, they were said to have been blessed by the moon itself. They were faster, stronger, more connected to their instincts than any Alpha or Lycan. But with that power came a curse—destruction followed them everywhere they went. And now… they’re extinct. Or so we thought.”

In the sky above, clouds hang low and unmoving, like the world is holding its breath. Is this what death looks like? A quiet world, untouched by time or warmth? I feel like I’ve been here before. In nightmares. In guilt. In the shadowy places my thoughts go when I can’t sleep. Then I hear it. A low growl. Followed by the pad of many feet—dozens of them—crunching softly, slowly. I turn toward the sound. Wolves. Not ordinary wolves. These are white. Larger than any natural creature. Their fur gleams like moonlight. Their eyes glow gold.

The truth was close. And Silvercrest held the key. They had barely crossed into Silvercrest’s land when the first warning came. A single howl—long, deep, commanding. Theoden slowed. So did the others. Within seconds, they were surrounded. A dozen wolves stepped from the shadows, massive and silent, their silver-gray fur almost blending into the mist. But it was their eyes that caught Theoden’s attention. Not gold. Not brown. Silver. Cold. Calculating. The wolves of Silvercrest weren’t like other packs. They were old. Not just in age—but in purpose. And right now, they were watching Theoden like they were deciding whether to kill him or hear him out.

About twenty meters away I spot them, or more to the point I spot him. Clayton Blackridge Alpha of the Lobo Sombra pack in his huge gun metal grey wolf. Standing to his right is a brown and grey wolf slightly smaller in height and not as muscular, possibly his Beta. My wolf starts stalking towards them and even though I am protesting she wants him. As I get closer he shifts back then the other wolf turns I realise he is giving us some privacy.

He shouted and waved his hand towards the group. "Where are we going?" I asked as I closed the door. "On a run," Alex said as he pulled Sanna close to him. The pack believed I had a dark brown wolf. Alex had said out loud that he was impressed that my wolf was so dark, and that was the end of anyone thinking anything differently. Liya, my wolf was pure black, one of the legends. But many disliked the Black wolves; they believed they were much more powerful and could be dangerous. The Grand Alpha was the first black wolf to ever be known. Our blue eyes were another unusual feature.