Is Sirius Black A Werewolf Novels & Stories

"Especially when disturbing rumors start spreading about the Blackwood heirs and their... pet project." Nathan shifted uncomfortably. "What rumors?" "Oh, the usual." Seraphina waved a manicured hand dismissively. "That you've been keeping a feral wolf. That she destroyed an entire pack facility. That she's some kind of enhanced killer created by Marcus Wells." Her smile turned sharp. "Imagine my surprise when I discovered it was all true." Stephen struggled to sit up straighter, his alpha training kicking in despite his weakened state. "Seraphina, we can explain.."

A forbidden existence. “Who was the mother?” I asked, my voice cracking. “Who was the she-wolf involved?” Alec dropped the final file. The name on the tab read: SARAH BLACKMORE. Blackmore. The name hit me like a physical blow. The Blackmores ran the London werewolf territories. They were royalty in our world—ruthless, ancient, and pure-blooded.

He spoke: "I know you are confused about a lot of things: you have been given a gift by the Oracle- you are now a werewolf but your mind is yet to adapt to your new abilities. You will experience heightened senses, a burning anger, and a fearful hunger. Under a full moon, your abilities will increase but so will your desire for blood. Eventually, you will learn to control this but for now you need to be careful let's the beast in you destroy what you cannot restore"

Balthazar interrupted me, he raised his hand and showed a tuft of long black hair between his hands. I stared at his dark face with a confused look. "What's that?" "Wolf fur. And I'm pretty sure this isn't Alex Brennan's wolf fur ... is it?" Balthazar pulled the corners of his mouth downwards. "No ... Alex's wolf fur is brown," I replied in a slightly hoarse voice. "Were you chasing that werewolf? He's probably a member of the Yellowstone Pack-"

Looking ahead of me, I realize that the other celebrants at the podium have transformed into ordinary wolves - including Lily, a fishy conspiracy must be going on here. But why are all eyes and shocked expressions on me? As I tilt my head to the windows, the reflection I see explains everything - I am a black Wolf. Muffled sounds are coming from every corner of the hall, the people are talking - questioning the display at hand. With my enhanced hearing ability, I can grab what most of their whispering is about. “It can't be that the Alpha had an affair with another woman.” “Something fishy is going on in the pack house.”

Under the cover of the black cloth, I could only see its outline. I took a deep breath, tugged hard, and pulled the black cloth off. The scene before me shocked me. In the cage was a huge black wolf, with numerous scars on its body, including scratches and whipping wounds. It lay weakly in the cage, dying and falling into a coma. What surprised me was not only the tragic situation of the black wolf but also his identity. He was not a normal wolf but a werewolf! He was Osborn! How could Osborn be here?

They needed to know who Ramsey really was. But I wouldn't reveal who fed me all the news. They had better just believe me and do something about Ramsey. “Who, and how does he betray us?” “It's Ramsey,” I blurted out. The person on the other side of the phone went quiet for several seconds before clearing his throat. “He has conspired with the black witches to cause havoc for the wolves. Their plan is to capture all the wolves and kill them so they can use their blood to enhance their magic,” I continued, not allowing Lincoln, the head of the higher house, to speak.

He shouted and waved his hand towards the group. "Where are we going?" I asked as I closed the door. "On a run," Alex said as he pulled Sanna close to him. The pack believed I had a dark brown wolf. Alex had said out loud that he was impressed that my wolf was so dark, and that was the end of anyone thinking anything differently. Liya, my wolf was pure black, one of the legends. But many disliked the Black wolves; they believed they were much more powerful and could be dangerous. The Grand Alpha was the first black wolf to ever be known. Our blue eyes were another unusual feature.

“Anyway, so yeah, the two are related in the sense we both have the moon as our source, or rather, center of magic. I'll let John explain more about that one, but it all started with certain families who were given that ‘blessing’. As I mentioned earlier, many believe that it was done so by the entity that many call the Moon Goddess. And by many, I mean the vampires, mostly. And some of the werewolves.” “And they say, and by ‘they’, I mean the vampires, that when she made both them and werewolves, she then designated the vampires as the ones she would be directly linked to. And for this reason, a lot of us think that we’re more superior than the werewolves in every sense of the word. It soon

He was staring at his computer screen, his jaw tight, his eyes—when he finally looked up—burning with a fury that made me want to step back. His eyes were the color of whiskey. But for just a fraction of a second, I saw something else beneath them. A flash of gold. My wolf went absolutely still. Then she screamed. Mate. No. No, no, no. The man—Alistair Blackwood, the CEO, the billionaire, the most powerful wolf in the city—was staring at me with the same expression of horrified recognition. His nostrils flared. His hands gripped the edge of his desk until his knuckles went white.