Female Black Wolf Novels & Stories

Keiral accused as she walked closer to Curt. “Says the girl who can’t cross a finish line without Papa growling in the background.” Lechandray's wolf wouldn’t be kind enough to let Keiral one up her. I knew it. She’s going to get us in a fight if she doesn’t shut her yap. My wolf warned me with a groan. She didn’t like fighting Keiral’s battles but we were the biggest wolf and the only black wolf apart from Ouma Wells.

I staggered back, clutching my arm, my breath catching as I saw what she had become. What in the hell is this? Fiona’s wolf loomed over me—bigger than any I’d ever seen. Her fur was pitch black, gleaming like oil under dim light, eyes void of colour. Her mouth opened, revealing fangs that weren’t silver or white, but black, dripping something thick and steaming. The scent—acidic, burnt, and dead—curled around me. The smell almost made me gag. Liam shifted too, bones cracking, growls splitting through the air. His wolf was just as monstrous—massive, distorted, too dark to be natural.

I threw the guns away and sidestepped the wolf, kicking it in the side, but because it was larger than me, it didn't even get phased and instead turned around, snapping its jaws at me. I took out the dagger I had prepared for Alexander and plunged it right into the wolf's eye, who howled in pain, followed by falling limp. I retracted my dagger and continued the fight when, like a flash, a large black wolf with a white and brown tail appeared out of nowhere, jumping into the fight. In less than minutes, the wolf wiped out almost all of my family, leaving only a handful of us. Looking at the agility and fighting skill, I instantly recognized him: alpha Alexander, the man I was here to kill!

It hit like a tidal wave, dragging me under all over again. I forced myself to stand, weak and shivering. As I turned toward the mirror, something caught my eye, just for a moment. My wolf was there, but not like any I’d ever seen, she was massive, jet black, darker than night, darker than death itself. Her eyes burned like fire, vivid orange flames dancing in a soulless void. I screamed and stumbled backward, crashing to the floor, my heart pounding like war drums. When I dared to look again, she was gone. Only my own reflection stared back, shaken. What are you? I thought, clutching my chest.

Beverly is queen bee, and I’m the loser, the weak link, the one everyone judges. The only people who have seen me in my wolf form are my parents. They forbid me from running with any packmates. Everyone assumes I’m nothing. They say my wolf is weak. I’ve heard it so many times, I almost believe it. But I feel powerful when I shift. Maybe it’s just in my head. Mom and Dad warned me never to tell anyone about my wolf. Maybe because it’s… different. A black wolf. I’ve only ever heard of alphas having black fur. I turned sixteen and ever since, I’ve felt like something was wrong with me.

Qunnizel had two wolves towering over her. Lia, who was black and white, and there was a bigger wolf behind her that was black with blood-red eyes. It seemed fierce and angrier than most wolves. When I tried to move toward Accalia, the black wolf gets more aggressive and wants to launch an attack on me. When I go closer to Quinnzel, Accalia starts to fade. When I move toward Echo, he moves toward Quin.

The wolves surrounded him, ready to take his life as they were commanded not to leave any survivors except the Alpha's daughter. Then, two wolves burst from the shadows and suddenly started attacking the rogues. One was a huge black wolf, twice the size of all the other wolves, and the other was a brown wolf. The huge black wolf’s eyes gleamed red, symbolizing that he was an Alpha, but that wasn't what made the rogues fear him—the mark on the wolf's face made them recognize him as Alpha Kayden and without waiting, they all took to their heels.

My wolf turned around so fast I almost got whiplash. After a brief moment of rustling clothes and then cracking bones, I turned to see a black wolf with fiery red eyes. When he said he was a warrior wolf, I did not understand that he meant just that. As I stared at the wolf with pitch-black fur and not a drop of colour mixed in, I knew he had not exaggerated. Wolves of this coloring were well known for their strength, just as wolves like Ana were known for carrying generational wisdom.

Walking around one day I pick up on a scent, that led me by the creek there was when I notice two rouges circling another wolf. At first, I was going to keep going because it was not my fight, then suddenly I could hear a whimper of a child. I looked around listening to the sound that when I saw the little boy was under the brushes crying. There something in my bones that got to me. I started to shift into my black wolf Villain, I ran over to where the two rouges were at, I saw that one was a black and white wolf, while the other was a dark brown. I charge at the brown wolf, by grabbing it by the neck with my crawls right away I snap the wolf neck throwing him over to the tree.

I was puzzled, of course, that right after we had mated and I had marked her, but at the same time I was happy about it. I continued to talk to her until she was completely transformed. Her wolf was gorgeous, pitch black, with orange eyes and a mystical orange glow. I had never seen a wolf like her. Most of the wolves were still multi-colored as nature had created us, but she was the only wolf I had ever seen or heard that was only black and orange eyes never appeared in wolves.