Blackwolf Driver Novels & Stories

whispered the driver of the Avanza car beside Arto in Javanese. Arto sighed as he looked up and watched the branches and canopy of trees sway in the wind. He then looked down again and looked at his friend. “You're a wolf-shifter. A strong but cowardly. It's ridiculous.” The Jeep driver laughed. “This forest actually looks beautiful, you know? Arto is right. You're ridiculous. A wolf-shifter who's afraid of the forest? Seriously?”

My shoulder was still bothering me, but I could tell that the inner injuries were already starting to heal, and the pain was slowly fading. After Alex turned into his wolf, we sprinted back to Blake’s pack. It was a short run from where we were. We got to the packhouse where Alex shifted into his human form and rang the doorbell. Luke answered the door and looked between us. “What’s going on?” he asked. “Can you or Wulfric give me a lift? We were attacked by the Bois Sombre Pack, and my car’s a bit banged up at the moment.” “Fuck!” Luke said loudly. “Let me get Blake.” I watched as he lifted his eyes toward the ceiling and moments later, Blake came sprinting down the stairs.

River answers didn't happen to me, I just remember the pain and then blacking out. "I never felt as free as I did when I went wolf, I don't remember what my colour was, I should have looked at my paws," Kyler whines, they went wolf and were conscious are they lying? "Yeah me neither, I didn't think of it," River answers him with a shrug before turning to me. "Who got your wolf to come out?" River asks me. "Uhh...alpha Rowan I think," I answer him, he sweet-talked my wolf, and things went dark before I went wolf, I can't remember shit.

— I quipped, it was necessary to play for time somehow. “No,” he answered curtly. “I have an offer for your master,” I decided to bluff. “Do you think he would talk to someone like you?” He curled his lips into a wicked grin. “I think so.” I lit a flame in my palm. The driver was surprised by my action and took a step away from me. “Gifted she-wolf,” a gray-haired man got out of the same car. “A strong-blooded sorceress and a she-wolf. It is a pity that you are already used, so I would have sold much more expensive ...

How I long for death myself, to give it my own life but that is not enough, it wants the suffering and wants me to blacken my soul. The old hag of a witch can give some guidance but I must seek more. She will help but not endanger herself. I must find one who can either draw the beast from hiding or one with a soul that is neither white nor black. One who can dance with the Devil and not fall before him and yet still have the light of the divine. I will journey on. I only know that dreams will be some sort of guide. The dark rider was amongst the foliage of holly and ivy and plants that do not grow on English lands. So, I know that foreign lands are where I need to be.

The wind started howling ominously through the leafless trees, shaking the snow from their branches, while the sound of hundreds of paws trudging through the forest drummed in the distance. We receded our formation from the treeline, putting distance between the Cold Creek attackers and us. We needed to bring them to the field, in the forest we would lose the light and the fight would become difficult to oversee. It didn’t take long for the forest to reveal a massive grey wolf, Alpha Markus. His eyes were bloodshot red, revealing the wicked mind that had possessed him and his wolf. He was fueled by avarice and this unrelenting need to kill, that it had become his obsession. I had never seen

"So you can imagine.He's a half werewolf.He knows our every weaknesses.Probably the one who gave away the tactic of defeating us even on the full moon" Nina shook her head "That's stupid.This war wouldn't bring back his parents would it? How many lives just for his parents?!" "Don't say that if you happen to come across him" he laughed. Nina scoffed "How about Blake? Shouldn't we-" "He'll be fine.C'mon I've got to find a place for you" They treaded along the path again,Nina behind him.She kept on seeing the image of those rogues in her head. If the rogues were that scary and bizarre,she was thinking,how then would the vampires look like? And for how long would they continue to run? She wonde

“Don’t worry, okay? Everything’s going to be alright.” I ask him about the mission, but he says that the Black Tiger is going to explain everything to me. Can you believe it? Everyone knows he doesn’t talk to anyone. I step outside, and see him riding a motorcycle in front of the building. He’s wearing a black silk shirt, opened to the chest, showing his pale skin. His hair is styled messily, with some strands covering his eyes. His gloved hands are on the grips, ready to start the vehicle. He turns his head and looks at me, and his dark stare makes my body shiver.

"That witch!" He rumbled coldly kicking the huge stone causing it to splash into the water. It was because of her he had to take a cab from the hospital earlier. And that bloody driver dropped him on the highway, saying he can't go any further. There were no f*cking signals. He had to walk on his feet for a while before swallowing down his pride and asking for a ride from someone. The man who felt humiliated sitting in a mere cab had to ask for a lift. Such a shame. His Mustang must be very disappointed in him. It was all because of that hazel-eyed witch. He couldn't even shift in that area because of the wolf hunters in the woods.

Unless he possesses a special ability. It was a dirty silver wolf, almost black with dirt yet its fur still shine silver when shone with light. But what’s truly unsettling me is its eyes—or eye. His right eye displays a long, vicious wound, forsaking him of his vision permanently. His other remaining eye was not a bit friendly; it was glaring, sinister as a devil.