Novel & Cerita Blue Eyed Black Wolf

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.

The rogues stood there in total shock as we attacked them. My midnight black wolf, Estine, was ripping throats out left and right. My wolf is clearly the biggest wolf out here, killing rogues. Conrad and Max are a little smaller than me with brown wolves. Conrad's eyes are still a loving amber. However, Alpha River's human eyes are sky blue and his wolf, Max's eyes, are forest green. My pitch-black fur is covered in blood. The only thing that remains of my blackness are my coal-black eyes. I look around and the dead bodies of rogues are piling up.

Lela whispered to me. “Do you see his eyes? They are so blue that they are almost black. I have never seen a color that is that dark but still blue.” The black wolf appeared to relax. He opened his mouth slightly and let his tongue hang out to the side. Lela has a puzzled look on her face, as do I. “I wish I knew who he is.” I look again in his eyes. Gold and silver specks swirled in his eyes. The black wolf stood and leaned over the water, taking a drink. He then lied down at the base of the rock.

Drake looked at everyone and nodded, and the sound of bones cracking and rearranging sounded in the night, and all the wolves howled at the moon. The vast majority of wolves were gray or brown, or a mix of brown and gray, with the characteristic yellow eyes of their species. Yes, the wolf's eyes usually wore yellow. The only one with red eyes, the eyes of a true Alpha, was Fury, and that had always provoked reverence from everyone present. Hell was also admired, with his beautiful green eyes, which stood out from the black and glossy fur. Even Delilah's wolf, despite being almost entirely brown, had magnificent light brown eyes, almost hazel, and her mate, despite having a very small wolf, h

I gasped, pushing myself up on my elbows. Standing over me was a wolf. But not just any wolf. He was massive. His fur was pitch black, darker than the shadows around us. And his eyes... they were glowing electric blue. He snarled at the other two men, his teeth bared in a display of pure, unadulterated rage. Before I could even blink, he was on them. The fight didn't last seconds. It was a slaughter. The black wolf moved with a speed that defied physics. There were sounds of wet tearing and snapping bones.

I was on the second floor just like Ryder said and seeing the soft pack lights from this height and distance felt so relaxing well, not until I heard a growl that snapped my neck to the side, sending shivers down my spine and hitching my breath. A massive black wolf with striking blue eyes and flecks of gold stared straight at me and even from his position down on the ground I felt like it was towering over me. Wait blue eyes with flecks of gold? Pitch black wolf? This was an alpha, Alpha Kael. I gasped and cowered my back hitting the sliding doors, he whimpered. Holy goodness did he just whimper and did that just sound like the best sound I've ever heard? My heart was thumping so hard I clu

"The Alphas, who have black fur, are the most powerful wolves. There were two different kinds of black wolves that the members of this pack were scared of when they lived inside the forest many years ago, when the pack was not as modern as it is today. The first one has blue eyes, and the second one has red eyes. If they were to come into contact with one another during any war, it would be extremely dangerous for one of them because nobody wants to lose their pack to other people." After turning her attention to me, Damia stated, "I have never witnessed black wolves. Boss, what color is the wolf that belongs to our Alpha?” I replied, "Grey," while staring at the book in front of me. It remi

A circle tightening like a noose. Then a growl. Deep and powerful enough to vibrate in my chest. The hunting wolves froze. A massive black wolf stepped out of the darkness. Enormous. Fur dark as midnight. Eyes burning blue. He stood over me, facing them. His body between mine and the hunters. The growl deepened and the earth shuddered. The wolves retreated. Melting into shadows until we were alone. He turned. Looked down at me with those blue eyes. Not threatening. Not demanding. Safe.

Then I let my wolf take control. My wolf was a huge dark night color wolf. Like any other werewolf, we share the same eyes, blue eyes. On the other hand, Earl's wolf was a brown wolf with an alpha shape, but he wasn't as big as mine. I jumped over him, attacking his weak body, but before I could squeeze him, he ditched my attack while running away like a coward toward the window. Before he could run, I jumped over him again, this time I got him locked between my claws and fangs. As I lunched a bit over his throat trying to finish him, I heard her scream from pain ‘‘Stooop... Please '' she cries out.

He rubs against me and licks my stomach while I giggle; yeah, definitely just a big puppy. I'm a little nervous as I call Tamisra forward. Alpha Gunther was pissed my wolf was black; typically, only Alpha wolves were black. In fact, I don't think there's ever been a recorded black wolf who wasn't an Alpha. She was so black she had hints of blue, which Alphas don't have, her aura was normal, and she was actually on the smaller side, so he dropped it. Stupid male egos are so fragile.