Female Alpha Black Wolf Novels & Stories

Thomas’s room was not very large, however, some chairs were useful for everyone to sit on. Kyria then began to read aloud and slowly so that Thomas could understand and tried not to pay attention to Nayssa’s breath beside her: ""The Goddess is the Mother of wolves. She is the creator of all wolves and has always guided her children towards love and harmony. All possessed an extraordinary power, beyond what is seen today. But this was not enough for Mother and she realized that it took two distinct poles for balance to exist. Thus, the first alpha and the first omega were created."

The black wolf was a sight to behold, its movements fluid and graceful, its attacks precise and powerful. After a few minutes of intense fighting, the creature finally fell to the ground, defeated. The black wolf stood over it, its chest heaving, and its eyes glowing with victory. Alpha Caleb approached the black wolf, and the two wolves exchanged a knowing look. Alpha Caleb knew that the black wolf was another werewolf, one that had come to their aid in their time of need. He was grateful for the help, and he knew that he owed the black wolf a debt of gratitude. The black wolf transformed back into its human form, revealing itself to be a young woman with long black hair and piercing blue e

Rhett sent quietly. Waverly you got red? Aldric said already knowing. Yeah I got the bitch. Waverly growled. There are four leaders, like four generals. Red, white, steel, and black. We never could find out who the actual Alpha was but i alway felt like it was the black wolf. Once he showed up everything got worse. Red is a female and ruthless. She is known for dismembering. Steel is sneaky and will attack you when your back is turned. White, white goes for the kill. Don't play around. We only know their wolf forms. Aldric said his eyes were still on the dead wolf.

Silvana's POV I made it out of the pack house in a matter of seconds without sparing anyone a glance, once I made it to the woods I shred my clothes for my black wolf. My wolf is bigger than an average wolf because of my Alpha blood and people are always terrified of how dark it looks. I kept running with no care in the world hoping my anger would blow away with the wind. I blocked out the mind link not wanting to talk to anyone, leafs brushes at my fur while running at a blinding rate.

"You can't? Aren't you just like them? I mean, from what I've learned so far, an Alpha is like a king." "I am only an Alpha on the outside, Arwa. A true Alpha has a wolf. A wolf is an important aspect of our life, but I don't have it. Or better yet, I've never shifted." "Why?" she asked softly, inching a bit closer to me. I could smell her, a sweet and flowery fragrance which made me ball my hands into fists. She didn't even realize the effect she had on me, or how badly I wished I could have her. But I had to control myself, because she was not mine to claim. Yet.

I answered as I spoke into the microphone placed in front of me. A woman raised her hand, who I recognized as Alpha Mira of the Solitary Pack. She had my respect because she was the only female Alpha I had come across and regulating a pack was a hard task. “Why don't we all join forces then? After all, the war is bound to affect everyone; Every supernatural being and even humans,” she spoke in a genteel tone. She had a point, but a werewolf’s pride was intoxicating. This was something she wouldn't understand because women were selfless and thought of what would be best for everyone. But that was not the case here amid power-hungry men, who only thought selfishly.

It was a narrow trail that only got more narrow as we ran. The girls shifted into their wolves first. I followed them straight after and caught up to them quickly. Lila was a blonde wolf, tall and strong. She was bigger than I was, and even bigger than Brayleigh. Brayleigh's wolf was an ashy grey colour. Her wolf had long legs and a long body, but she wasn't tall. It was because she wasn't an Alpha. Alpha wolves were always bigger than the average wolf. It was common sense. The most powerful were always the biggest.

They made sure to stay in the shadows so the sun wouldn't singe their skin. The large wolf with black glossy fur and eyes as silver as the moon growled lowly at Dimitri and Ambrosia. A ginger colored wolf only slightly smaller than the black stood ready to attack. The last wolf was gray with black tufts of fur. I deduced that the three wolves were Alpha, Beta, and Delta. All male.

"Read this." The ink was old, faded into the paper. 'The white wolf is the rarest of all. She is the ultimate Luna. She can speak to the Goddess and hold sway over Alphas. Most importantly, she can choose her own mate. For balance to hold, the white wolf must seek the black wolf.' 'Keep going,' Selah urged. Her voice was uncharacteristically heavy.

I took the chaos to mind link Tristan in privacy, his voice weak from the amount of silver he was contained with. : Tristan, is this you? The attack? It’s 50 wolves, no scent… what?... they’re all black wolves… Tristan, what is this? : the moment I see them I’m shocked, they are all huge like Silas, if not bigger, their fur as black as night and they are all lethal and deadly looking. A black-furred wolf is a thing of legend, no wolf has ever been fully black, not since the very first Alpha, the very first wolf to ever howl to the moon. If these 50 wolves were all pitch black...who the hell were they and where the hell did they come from?