Black Wolves Novels & Stories

I turned to my left and saw that Dmitry was doing the same. Then about ten more wolves came and I was not sure whether they were ours or the intruders. Judging by the way they immediately attacked each other, I was guessing some of them were ours and some were our enemies. Other than Dmitry, Eros, and Ryker, I didn’t know any of the wolves. Some of them had almost the same fur, it was hard to differentiate them. But Khrysaor’s jet-black furs were easy to spot and he was the only wolf with pure black fur. There were two more wolves with black furs but they had some brown and white furs mixed with the black.

Their leader is a black wolf with blue eyes, and he wants to stand on the high cliff and declare war on his opponent. The Red Wolve did not dare to stop but only dared to lean to the side. Wolves usually have gray and yellow fur, but with wolves having white, black, and red fur is very special. The black wolf that received the order to distract Windy was just a wolf with yellow fur because to distract the opponent, he disguised himself to look like Ezra.

~. .~ Paws Creek was a lively hub of activity, and the visiting she-wolves from various packs stood out with their distinct colors. Each pack had its unique attire, making it easy to distinguish them. The she-wolves wearing pristine white garments were clearly from the Glacier Pack, their attire reflecting the icy lands they hailed from. Their presence exuded an air of cold elegance. On the other hand, the she-wolves donned in vibrant yellow attire hailed from the Sun Pack. Their outfits radiated warmth and vitality, mirroring the sunny region they represented.

someone shouted from the camp. "Stay here!" mother said, and I obeyed. A woman came through the door. Her hair was white, too, but she was a bit older with a few lines on her face. White hair was a genetic trait in the family. Instantly, I remembered that our pack, The Skyefrost Pack, had Viking heritage. Hence, the fair skin, blonde and white hair, and white fur. We were Arctic Wolves. "Grandma," I said aloud. "Ssshhh," Daphne said, still holding my hand.

There was a tale passed through generations, reaching the 21st Century, about a group of werewolves’ special mutation that brings out dormant abilities from a family’s genetic line. They were said to be marked and blessed by the moon goddess for they were the first of her followers. They were given the title of Legacy Wolves, keeping up their tradition and passing on their special traits through their children.

Grey: 2 males; 1 female Black: 0 White: 0 Others: 0 Total: 5 Greg tried not to sound too exasperated as he answered, “One, the ‘others’ category is nil, meaning that they’re normal wolves without any of those legendary special abilities. And if you remember basic science, deputy, you’d know that black-furred animals are known to be more rebellious or ambitious, or both, thus dangerous, so their absence is something to be happy about. Three, no white wolves, which are generally known to either be harmless or only look harmless but are quite the opposite. No offense intended, My Queen.” “None taken,” Lucianne muttered with a slight shake of her head, and actually felt flattered by that general

"But I just. Fine. Why were the wolves in my dream black and the other white? Why do they only teach us about brown wolves in school?" Gunther's smile got wider. "The white wolves are very rear, extra blessed by the moon goddess. Serafina was the only white wolf. Arcadia couldn't have another child after the moon goddess took away the one she had and Serafina died." "As for the black wolves, they came about after drinking from Arcadia's blood. Even though they were the only ones to receive this strong power. I guess you could call it that, but the black wolves (red wolves, Timber wolves. Whatever you want to call them.) Are the

She whimpered loudly as she struggled to free herself from them. Just as Jasmine took a step toward the comotion, a black Jeep Wrangler pulled up next to us, and Blake and Luke stepped out. “What the fuck is going on?” Blake asked, looking around. He glanced over in our direction and asked, “Jasmine, are you okay?” Lucy let out a whine. “Get off my mate!” Luke shouted at the wolves that were currently pinning her down. They all instantly got up, and Lucy walked over to Luke, sitting down next to him in her wolf form.

The air is thick with primal energy as they prepare to embark on a night of hunting. Blaze, Dexter, Alexa, and the rest of the pack stand together, their eyes reflecting the moon's luminous radiance. They shift into their sleek and powerful wolf forms, their coats adorned with various shades of silver, gray, and black. Each wolf exudes a sense of grace and strength, their muscles coiled like springs, ready to unleash their full potential.

When my ancestors settled here and began to build their pack of wolves, they named the pack after the birds that had already made their homes in these parts. Those beautiful, winged creatures hadn’t been seen in decades. Along with the war and the destruction of the atmosphere, wildlife began to disappear. Either migrating or dying off. As a little girl, my mother used to tell me that one day the Ravens would return to these parts. When the true Alpha of wolves walked amongst us. That the land would flourish and werefolk would begin to find their mates again. Maybe someday my mother's stories will come true, and the Ravens will return. I skip down the last step and round the corner landing o