Dark Wolf Shiro Novels & Stories

I spoke with a flat tone and watched the colour drain from his face and fear take over. “Kill him.” He shouted as he shifted into a muddy coloured brown wolf. One that was no match for my own. I ran straight for him, shifting mid air into Khaos' huge black wolf. One of the other wolves came at me from the side as Jack went in for my throat. Both were nothing, as I kicked my back legs out at the unknown rogue and heard the snapping of bones as I shattered his jaw. Followed by his yelp of pain. Jack, seeing that he wasn't going to get my throat veered left and jumped onto my back, sinking his teeth into my shoulder.

They were facing their own kind. The lead wolf of the Shadow Pack stepped out from the obsidian shadows of the ridge. He was a massive, scarred beast, his fur the color of dried blood and his body missing the silver branding of the royal line. He didn't howl. He spoke directly into our minds, his voice a rasping harmony of rot and ancient earth that made my gold eyes water.

Tears blurred my vision, but my body, stiff from shock and horror, refused to move. He won't die. He can't die… But if he really… Just then, a massive shadow shot out of the flames! A wolf! His wolf form! My breath caught, and for a moment, it felt as if time itself had frozen. A massive black wolf, its body scorched by the flames, its fur charred and singed, stood before me. His paws dug into the earth, clearly exhausted, but he rushed toward us with the last of his strength, his golden eyes fixed on me with an intensity that spoke of desperate obsession.

"Wolves of the Blackthorn Valley!" Sharon Bloodclaw stepped out onto the high stone ledge, his massive, scarred frame draped in the heavy fur of a mountain bear. His hair was long, matted with grease and iron dust, his face twisted into an arrogant, triumphant grin as he lifted a massive, two-handed battleaxe over his head.

In that next instant, his wolf surged beneath his skin, muscles tensing, shoulders lifting, breath deepening in a way that signified he was on the brink of shifting. The figure advanced. And my heart halted. “Impossible,” Ryder growled. “You’re dead.” The stranger smiled. A chilling, knowing smile. He wasn’t unfamiliar. He was the Shadow Wolf—the one every elder whispered about, the one Ryder had told me was just a bloodline thought lost. The wolf who could usurp another’s power by mere touch. The wolf whose arrival signified only one thing: War. My legs felt weak. Ryder now stood fully in front of me, shielding me with his form. “How did you come back?”

I watched through her eyes, powerless, as she lunged at the bear. The queen stood tall, raising her claws, a faint glow gathering around her paws, but she was no match for the ruthless precision of the my wolf With a feral snarl, my wolf pounced, sinking her claws deep into the queen’s chest. The bear roared in pain, as the wolf dug mercilessly, retrieving the shimmering crystal lodged inside her heart. The Heartstone wasn’t like the others I’d seen before, it was pure white. My wolf dropped it into the obsidian vase Xareth always carried. And that was when everything changed.

The beta's daughter, Nia, has become a dear friend, and at 19, still looking for her mate. On your eighteenth birthday, you are given the connection to your wolven spirit. My parents say it's like finding the other half of you, that you didn't know was missing. The moon goddess bestows upon you power of the night, allowing you to shift into your wolf, communicate with the clan, and find your mate. Finding your mate isn't easy. It's not always in your clan, and if they're younger than you, you have to wait to find them. As wolves, we live longer than your average human, and by like 6 times. My father has been the leader of this clan for 244 years, and he doesn't look a year over 35. He didn't

I had hope that it wouldn't just happen now. But like every other year, at this point I would wish that my name wasn't my name. I would wish that I wasn't Allison Bush, the last air of the Bush who actually is the only one that turns into a full wolf on a full moon. I was trying to run from that and some other things.. But then again, you can't run away from yourself!!

After the meeting, he met me in the woods behind the pack territory and forced me down. I tried all in my power to resist him and succeeded. Within the twinkling of an eye, he shifted into his wolf and held me against a tree. I was trapped and scared shit out of my wits. His wolf was way bigger and more fearless than mine but not even half the size of yours. It growled at me and almost sunk it's fangs into my neck as I cowered in fear.

on the road surface. 'What the fuck is that?' One of the men glanced over his shoulder and froze in horror, 'Oh fuck.' He hissed grabbing the other man's shoulder and turning his head to face the nightmare behind them, 'Is that a fucking Wolf?'