Dark Wolf Shiro Fanfic Novels & Stories

Well, it wasn't like she could stop me. As long as I made up my mind, no one, not even my father, the Alpha of Crestmoon pack could stop me. I was so happy, very super excited that I found it hard to sit down without shaking my body. ‘For wolves sake, Kayla, can you stop turning from left to right?’ my wolf, Lara screamed in my head. ‘An innocent wolf is about to pass out from dizziness.’ I rolled my eyes like she could see me. ‘How about you just shut up and sleep like you've always done, I'm about to get proposed to, I don't want you to get me pissed off on such a joyous day.’

I want to be somebody he can be proud of. "Victor, honey, did you change your mind? I knew you would come to your senses. It is time for us to seal our mate bond," A she-wolf says. She has been trained as a warrior but is not a warrior. I guess she was my mate's lover. Shadow, my wolf, growls softly. She does not like this she-wolf calling her mate honey.

I turned—and saw a figure standing in the shadows of the trees. A young wolf__white fur with Glowing eyes. Not Freya, Not Veyrix. But something born of both. Freya runs away to stop the dispute alone; a strange white wolf appears, watching Finnick from the shadows.

Blaine's wolf was a sleek, silver-furred creature with glowing green eyes, known for its agility and tactical prowess. Sheryn Lowan Cavanaugh, Blaine's younger sister, was a striking figure with long auburn hair that cascaded down her back in thick waves. Her eyes were a deep, forest green, mirroring her brother's, though her expression was more serious. Sheryn's wolf, with a coat the color of autumn leaves, was swift and deadly in battle, known for her fierce loyalty to her family and pack.

He was solidly downed now, unable to even hold himself up as she commanded his blood to burn him. “Zach” she said, turning to me and holding her hand out. I went to her, my large wolf padding toward her quickly and without hesitation. Her hand buried itself in my fur and I felt her connection to me, my shadows answered her call and worked with her to bind him with both his blood and shadow. He raged, thrashing against the bonds and roaring as she continued her assault, diminishing him more and more.

Ragnar’s hand touched her cheek, warm and steady despite the rain, and her wolf went still, pressing against his touch with a soft, desperate whine. “Then who did you do it for?” he whispered. She closed her eyes, leaning into his hand despite herself. “For the bond, for my wolf” she breathed. They stood there, rain falling softly, the world shrinking down to the space between their hearts. Raven could feel his pulse beneath his skin, steady and fragile, so human and yet so strong. "What's your wolf's name?" he asked She sighed heavily before saying "Shadow". "Well, shes beautiful, as are you".

Blood spurted everywhere, soaking my fur, fouling my taste buds, but I didn’t care. Then the others arrived. Just as the ashy blonde one collapsed to the floor, I looked up to see another six wolves staring down at me. /They’re wanting us to surrender/ Shi suggested. Well fuck that. Using the dying ash-colored wolf as leverage I leapt over them and set off running all over again. I knew it was pointless. Six against one but my mind was full of rainbow eyes and sweet promises to always love her. So I ran til my lungs scorched.

The wolves were here. Ethan stepped in front of Sasha, his body a shield. “Alex, cover her! Marcus, take the left!” Sasha’s heart thundered in her chest as the first wolf lunged into the cave, its eyes glowing with feral rage. Ethan met it head-on, his movements a blur of strength and precision. But as the battle raged, Sasha felt the pull of the shard growing stronger, like an invisible thread tugging at her very soul. Her vision blurred, and for a brief moment, she saw flashes of Ronan—his eyes burning with hatred, his voice echoing in her mind.

"Niet [No]. I am a man with many promises to fulfil and I promise you this too. You hurt my wife and you will not live to see tomorrow's sunrise." I look back at the man, looking up at his face as his grip slightly loosens and I stamp my foot on the tip of his shoe as hard as I can. He lets me go, shoving me to the ground, I'm too hyped up on the small bit of adrenaline coursing through my veins to feel anything, and I stand up, running back to Wolf. I take his face in my hands, "I choose you, Wolf." I whisper against his lips, right before I am torn from his grasp.

They circled each other, studying their mate carefully. I am Dante, wolf of Alpha Duncan from the Kalaloch Pack. What is your name? Safa, Wolf of Sadie Beta from the Wood River Valley Pack. Dante leaned towards her, and quickly overwhelmed by her closeness, nuzzled her. A low, guttural whine vibrated from her. She licked at his face and nuzzled up against him. The warmth of her body against his was too much. He pushed away, and in a deep, throaty voice, growled, "Shift!"