Female Black Wolf Novels & Stories

Either way, I am glad he’s here. “It says here that the wolves that we acquire are classified according to their strengths. The black wolf… one of the rare kinds and one of the strongest as well. The only werewolves who acquire black wolves are those who have direct Lycan blood.” Alden nods, listening intently. “Come to think of it, you have a black wolf, right?” I ask while flipping through the pages. Alden smiles. “Yes. My wolf’s name is Noir. He can be a little shit sometimes.” He pauses for a bit and briefly closes his eyes as if he’s talking to his wolf. “But he’s very reliable.”

Why is her colour important to him? “She is definitely a wolf of my old pack. The females from my mother’s side all have wolves of that colour. They are special. Most wolves come in one colour, but the females in my line, their wolves are known as Luna wolves. Their coat goes from black to grey, fading to white. She is strong. It explains why she showed you your mom’s memories of that day.” I blink at him as Chaos perks up at his words. She pushes forward, looking at him through my eyes before she wanders back off to where she was laying.

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?

Can't a girl catch a break. I heard their bones start to crack as they shift back into their original form naked. There didn't look ashamed of standing naked instead both if them looked surprised of me not standing naked with them. In their dreams. They looked at me with pure hate,I couldn't recognize them but I had a feeling they weren't part of the midnight pack and they weren't rogues either. "So she is the famous Alpha Black, the one we were sent to kill."The skinny wolf said ,he has scars all over his body and his dick was short. You won't blame me it was so funny.

I asked again. “I’m you.” The voice said. “I’m your wolf. I’m Nyx.” My wolf is a massive black wolf? And I don’t mean just the fur. Her eyes are completely black, the pads of her paws are black, her claws are black. Even her teeth are black. Not from decay either. She is the most solid black wolf I have ever seen. She is more massive and blacker than Aiden’s wolf. This doesn’t make any sense; I’m not an alpha. I thought only alphas got black wolves. “Nyx? How did you get in these chains? How long have you been here?”

I always wondered why there are no black wolves in the modern world. More precisely, why I have not yet come across one. After all, my inner beast is a black wolf. And the answer was simple - I'm from another world, the world of magic and sorcery. Also, the gift of fire flows in my veins, and after traveling to the universe of my ancestors, I was finally able to curb it. It was only after visiting the house of my grandparents that I managed to truly learn how to control my flame. Now I will no longer allow you to wipe your feet on me, because my strength is in no way inferior to the strength of any alpha male. The frightened puppy is a thing of the past and, if necessary, I will force everyo

But there was something intimidating about this pack, about all eyes on me shifting in front of Jaxon for the first time. Closing my eyes I let my wolf take control, let her shift into our fur form. As always, a flawless shift, anything but absolute perfection would not have been allowed by my father. My wolf was black, of a similar colour to Jaxon’s but nowhere near as large. It was unusual for a female to have a black wolf, most were sandy brown, silver or even dark brown, but never black. I was, as my father told me after my first ever shift, a rare animal.

Moving carefully and quietly, I pick up the pace, I was quite far into the woods now and barely on our territory but something wasn’t right. “Alpha Damon, I didn’t see you”, it was a voice I recognised but I couldn’t place it, making sure to stay low I creep forwards, staying in the coverage of leaves and bushes. There stood Harrison and Kayla with a very large black wolf, it made no sound as it circled them, watching their every move, but something was different about this wolf, this wolf was a female.

Because following the other in which things were run, Zafira was not supposed to be in the room and here she was asking the question that was on everyone’s lips. Melnyk answered her questions by saying “We are blessed in this lands, first people saw us as unlucky for our forefathers were cursed and they became werewolves but as soon as they realized the gift it came with, they became scared because we have the ability of a wolf and that of a human." Melnyk paused for a while and soon continued "An average wolf is said to be stronger, faster and smarter than the average Man, yet they attack us and we can’t fight back because of a mistake my great-grandparent did” He paused again like he was s

The beast before me did. It was huge and dark. When I say huge I mean at least tree or four hundred pounds of muscles, and when I say dark, I mean of the blackest black you can imagine. Most black wolves are not pure black, like me, but more of a deep dark grey. Pure black wolves would probably be a melanistic wolf. But the black of this wolf was much deeper than this. Black surfaces still have some refractivity. This wolf’s hair had none. It was like all light got sucked in, just like it would be in a black hole, which made his shape slightly indistinct. Only its teeth and eyes were truly visible. And those eyes were red. Not glowing red obviously, but the deep dark colour of blood. This wo