Fanfiction Dark Wolf Shiro Novels & Stories

To take that first step into an existence different from anything she'd ever known. She was alone for the moment with no one to tell her she was crazy, so she concentrated very hard. Mike? Is that you? Holy god! It was just like the book said. Black and white wolves retained the ability of human thought. Was that what allowed them to communicate telepathically? You heard me? Damn! It really works. What works? That shifters can communicate with humans chosen as their mates. Jamie nearly dropped the bowl. Mates? Did he say mates?

“Yes.” “Late shifter, then. Rare, but not impossible.” She dabbed salve on my bruises. “What kind of wolf?” I hesitated. Tell her and risk everything? Or stay silent and let her find out anyway? “Shadow Wolf,” I whispered. Lyra froze. For a moment, she didn’t move. Then she sat back slowly and stared at me. “You’re joking.” “I’m not.” “Shadow Wolves are extinct.” “Apparently not.” She laughed once, sharp and humorless. “No wonder Victor rejected you. He had a Shadow Wolf for a mate and was too stupid to realize it.”

Beta Shane rushed through the main hallway of the Moonlit Pack mansion. Morning light filtered through tall windows, but Shane hardly saw it-his thoughts were racing. He turned a sharp corner and burst into Alpha Jake's office, not even waiting to knock. Jake looked up from the report on rogue werewolves and vampires. "Shane? What's-" Shane closed the door behind him and practically threw himself onto the sofa beside Jake's desk. He extended his hand, holding a folded photograph. "Look at this, Alpha."

For the first time in his life, his dark wolf had risen up in all its destructive glory, determined to do whatever it took to protect their mate. Razl had heard it said that a dark wolf could only fully awaken, embracing its total power, once it had found its true life mate. Like so many things in nature, the rule was meant to keep balance, since it was a dark wolf’s need for its mate that was meant to temper its savage, visceral aggression. However, the rule no longer applied when that aggression was being channeled toward someone who had threatened the wolf’s woman. In that event, all bets were off, and the threat was destroyed by any means necessary.

“Because of the gift I gave you, you saw his wolf before I had even given him one. That told me that he would be my replacement, but the wolf he was to be given came with a price. A darkness that will follow him until he takes my place. The darkness is his mate. They balance each other, but only as long as they both live.” “I was just informed that my actions could result in him going dark. Now you are saying that he will go dark if his mate dies.” Shaba said, as she noticed Ayla and Rhiannon exchanging glances. “What is it the 2 of you are not telling me?” She asked. Rhiannon let out a big sigh and said, I cannot tell you, but I have given your wolf a glimpse of the short future.” Ayla slow

but there's another identity for me which no one knows except me. I write novels under the pen name 'phoenix' My novels are about werewolves attacking humans. Since I don't like werewolves I started writing about them in a bad way to vent out my anger on them. Recently, I've been working on a book named, 'Desire for thirst' in which werewolves attack their prey when they are in rut. My work in this genre has been gaining more exposure because I've made it very clear that I don't like werewolves. I believe people can read this as a novel but in reality the author just wants to expose their readers to the monsters they see in other worlds.

Blood of Wolf. The darkness inside the fracture shifted. And for one terrible second, something looked back

I’m an alpha, dammit, and if I want to touch her wolf I will. The hair was soft. Soft like spun cotton candy, light and airy. I wanted to bury myself in it but I’m alpha and I’m pretty sure my pack would think I lost my mind. I looked into her eyes, expecting them to match. The did not. They were a brilliant sapphire blue, the brightest, deepest blue I could imagine. The wolf was magnificent. And I had my answer. She was a Shawishi. +++++++++++++++++ TRIGGER WARNING: RAPE

Luke pov As the shadows slowly began to release their grip on me, an instinctive anger ignited within, burning hotter than the darkest depths of the void that had threatened to swallow me whole. All around, I could sense my pack gathering strength—Carrie’s fierce determination, Ryder’s unyielding loyalty, and Rachel's frightened yet resolute presence in the corner of my mind. Our shared bond pulsed like a heartbeat, commanding me to fight back. “You think you can break free?” the black wolf taunted, his voice echoing through the night like thunder. “This realm belongs to the darkness now!”

But those rogue wolves were not easily deterred, their hunger for blood and violence evident in their relentless advance. As my eyes darted anxiously between Louie and the approaching rogues, something strange caught my attention next to Archie. From the shadows of trees, a black wolf emerged suddenly. Its entire form was as dark as night, like a living shadow that seemed to dim the moonlight around it. The shadow wolf moved with eerie silence, taking advantage of Louie's distraction to launch a surprise attack, its mouth aimed straight for his vulnerable neck.