Blackwolf Driver Novels & Stories

Metal screeches and I raise the gun, anger coursing through me. Time seems to slow; I see the masked driver’s eyes through the windshield, dark and focused as they meet mine. Who the fuck are you? Human or wolf? The thought is gone as fast as it came as Zion lifts his gun and fires. One clean shot. Straight through the skull. We duck as the passenger fires back. Zion twists and shoots him dead.

The night stretched long and silent over Ashwood, broken only by the purr of engines. Violet sat beside Kael inside the black Rolls-Royce Cullinan, her reflection caught in the tinted glass — pale face, faint glow of her violet eyes flickering each time lightning danced across the distant peaks. Two matte-black G-Wagons followed — one ahead, one behind — carrying Draven wolves, their presence grim and wordless, as if carved from the night itself.

"Ambush formation. No survivors." We melted into the shadows of the ancient oaks lining the drive, wolves in human skin, waiting. Headlights pierced the night, engines roaring as Hanlon's convoy charged in—armored trucks, mercenaries spilling out like rats from a sinking ship. Hanlon himself emerged from the central SUV, a tall, gaunt figure in a tailored suit soaked by the rain, his face a sneer of triumph under the floodlights. Silver hair plastered to his skull, eyes glowing with mad ambition. "Blackwood!" he shouted, voice amplified by a megaphone, echoing mockingly. "Your traitor's spilled everything. The heir's born—premature, weak. Hand him over, and I'll make your end quick. Resist,

One day soon I will take my revenge. "We're almost there, sis. Just a few more minutes." I say as we come up to the last turn. Then it hits me. My wolf starts to go wild, howling and acting unease. "What the hell is wrong with you, Black?" "Ricky... I... I think mate is here." "WHAT?" I yelled out, making my driver press the brake and causing Molly to spill her juice. "Ricky! What the hell?" "Alpha, everything ok?" my other driver and the rest of my warriors in the other cars say as they barge around my car. "Yeah. Yeah, everything is fine. Sorry guys, continue." I announce, making them look at each other in concern.

Screaming at the hunters coming toward him with bows and swords. To only hear a voice that made everyone go still. "Stop" Just one command and all the hunters bow down. And that's when Volkan's grey eyes met the dark black ones of the man behind everything. Daniel Black The leader of Hunters stood in front of him. His face emotionless, not caring of the bloodshed of the innocents he just committed in name of ending the werewolf specie, which according to the humans were heartless beasts that are to be eliminated at all cost.

And I was going back. I wiped my eyes with the back of my hands and forced myself up off the counter. I had to be strong. Papa wouldn’t want this. I packed enough for a couple days and before I knew it, I was getting off a plane and walking down the runway in a trance. It all went by in a hazy blur. I didn’t remember leaving my apartment, let alone getting on a plane, but here I was, just outside the airport. I hailed a cab and told the driver where I was going. He chuckled and raised a bushy black eyebrow. “Blackwater, eh? I don’t think I’ve ever been,” he leaned closer to the rear view mirror and lowered his voice. “I’ve heard rumors about the people there.” I perked up. “Really?” I was cu

I was drawn to him with an inexplicable force that made my heart stumble. He stepped closer, lowering himself to my height. A fleeting smile ghosted across his lips. “So you’re the girl hiding in the woods,” he said, his voice low and rasped. “I’ve heard the rumors, the black wolf that haunts the full moon.” I said nothing. My voice unused for years, maybe I've forgotten how to speak. I only stared. “No need to fear, my dear,” he murmured. “While they see disaster, I see potential. I am Alpha Xareth Morryn. Alpha of Crimson Dusk.”

Doesn't even wait for the door to fully close before barking, "Drive. Fast as you can." The driver doesn't hesitate. Slams on the accelerator. They tear out of the driveway. Onto the main road. Weaving through traffic with illegal speed. The other two SUVs follow close behind. A convoy of black vehicles racing toward the college. Inside the car, Dante's mind is racing. Elena awakening. Bloodlust. Running out alone and vulnerable. And his brother Aaron in town. Looking for leverage. Looking for ways to hurt him. Fuck fuck fuck. The pieces are all there. The pattern obvious.

’ Vuk pressed, tone clipped. “You want to discuss that here?” ‘Yes. Either that or you’re going to show her how hard she makes you.’ I glanced down at the problem pressing against my zipper. “There’s no response from the Arabs,” I muttered under my breath, dragging my mind somewhere else. “And no black wolf sightings.” Black Wolves were extinct for a reason. They were fucking brutal—beasts bred from the demon wolf line. Whoever wanted one either planned to use them as mercenaries or to bleed them dry for their power.

I swallowed, "you're my last resort coz you have information that I don't. I honestly don't know what to do. Please help clarify somethings to me." 'you have a minute before they realize you called.' "there has been Wolf attacks here.. I don't know if it's them... But I had a connection with one.. Strangely the same connection I have with a girl.. She's human... I don't know what this means. Can one person have two mates?" 'if there has been wolf attacks why are you still even there?' I swallowed, shit! I should have known he will ask this. "because they happened before I got here. So they had nothing to do with me."