Blue Eyed Black Wolf Novels & Stories

Blue eyes looking like sparks firing in the darkness as he poured over page after page. I imagined what he’d look like as a wolf. He’s a black one. I somehow knew it. Could feel it. And I could see his face covered in dark fur surrounding those glorious blue eyes. So many wolves wanted to be mated to a white wolf, thinking them extremely rare. And they were, indeed but something people often dismissed was the fact that a pure black one was equally as rare. One with a coat completely of midnight was hard to find. Most all had hints of brown or hints of silver.

had been upset that Lamia had gotten her wolf before him. She and her wolf trained hard. Her wolf was the blackest I had ever seen, a true black, blacker than her father's, with a midnight blue glow under the moonlight and a white stripe across her eyes. Just like the Royals and her father, her eyes stayed the same emerald green as her own, whereas most wolf eyes, when shifted, were black or deep dark brown. As she grew, her wolf grew as big as an Alpha and still bigger than some Alphas.

Could I handle someone like him with that brooding, domineering presence? “Don’t move.” I instinctively held my breath as he suddenly leaned closer. “We wolves only choose one mate in a lifetime. It’s a bond of life and death. I will etch you into my memory so I never forget you.” “In that case, you should take it seriously.” With that, I pinned him down onto the bed. As expected of the black wolf lineage. They were all extremely strong and well-built. The sensation was exhilarating. “W-What are you doing?”

He needed to be near her. Liv sucked in a breath when she saw the wolf slowly step from the trees. Damn! Apparently, she hadn't been dreaming. It was the same giant, white wolf with the ice blue eyes. She stood stock still watching the animal. He was simply stunning, like no other wolf she had ever seen. Pure white wolves were rare as their color made them easy to spot and they were often killed as pups. She didn't think she'd ever seen one in the wild. He wasn't albino though. He had black tips to his ears and his tail and an interesting pattern of swirls across his chest. Those intense blue eyes locked on hers as if he was trying to make up his mind about something. Instead of attacking or

They didn't stop though, they kept riding hard on their horses away from the fortress. Just before they got to the Blade lake river, they heard the howl once more and a big black wolf leaped out of the woods, the wolf ripped off the head of one of the guards and disappeared into the woods again- leaving the guard headless on the floor with his horse running off into the dark. They didn't stop riding hard, they kept fleeing while shooting arrows in every direction- hoping to hit the strange beast with their arrows.

He was quite beautiful despite the difference in size. The wolf right beside him, who was sending daggers at Blake and the l brown wolf, was close to Blake size. Its fur was pitch black with a hint of gray here and there. Its dark eyes were the same as Blake's, much to my surprise, and I couldn't help but notice how strong and tall it stood above the others. As if there was some sort of power emanating from its body in harsh waves that immediately made me want to bow down in respect.

Thankfully. Red wolves, yellow, green, blue, brown, gray, white, and black. A list from the lowest to the highest. No one had bonded with a black inner wolf in the entire werewolf race for generations. Even my father—the Alpha of StarClaws pack—was bonded with a gray werewolf. A fact which he prided himself over. And me? I was bonded to Molniya—a black wolf. “I didn’t do it!!!! Garek, tell them,” I turned pleading eyes towards my supposed mate and begged. His gaze remained stoic and my stomach sank. “Please.” I whispered.

"But you... you're meant for me. I can feel it. Don't you?" "No. I don't feel anything." Another sob broke her lips and she threw herself on David again. He wanted her off of him. She felt dirty and cheap. He tried to pull her arms off, but she wouldn't back away. "Please. We can try. We can. There has to be a way." "Angie?" A man walked into their circle. David looked over at him. He was the Alpha and David's mate was his Luna. That was the only reason a marked wolf would be at an event like this.

Blue , oceanic and deep . "Why do your eyes do that?" I asked him. "Turn dark I mean." "The shift in the colour means that my wolf wants to take over . When they completely turn black , that means " He said. "What do you mean 'take over' and 'wolf' ?" I asked him. "You ask a lot of questions don't you?" He said . I open my mouth to ask something else but then awkwardly close it . I shouldn't forget that I'm the hostage here . I just thought that small thought would help me know what I'm getting myself into and when or if I will ever get a chance to escape.

It was them, my mates! Ezekiel, Osiris’s wolf, a big, black and silver wolf with golden-green eyes. Xavier, Benji’s wolf, a large, light grey wolf with blue eyes. Kael, Andrew’s wolf, not quite the size of Xavier, but slightly larger than Ezekiel, dark brown in color with copper eyes. Barrett, Evander’s wolf, the same size wolf as Ezekiel with a brindle coloring of black, grey, and brown, with piercing green eyes.