Jet Black Black Wolf Spider Novels & Stories

In short, it was beautiful. "Wow... his wolf is so beautiful..." I mumbled lost in his beauty. His wolf was pure black whereas my wolf was white with shades of grey and blue eyes. "If you keep gawking at me, I won't be able to concentrate, baby." He said in our own little mind link. I coughed at the nickname he used. He doesn't call me that often and the fact that he wasn't serious during the fight and was flirting with me. Oh, dear!

I hid Steve under my big body. This was it. 'I'm so sorry, Becca,' I thought, but suddenly a loud howl ripped through the air; if I would say that I was frightened before, then now I was feeling scared more than before, all the hairs on my body stood up at the power that radiated from the sound. Out of nowhere, a huge jet black wolf jumped in front of the other wolves and me. I looked at that black wolf who had just turned his head toward me. He had red and golden eyes!

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.

Her screams echoed through the forest as she braced herself for the inevitable attack. But then, a sudden blur of movement caught her eye, and she watched in disbelief as a massive black wolf with glowing eyes jumped in between her and the beast. She could tell that it was no ordinary wolf. No wolf was that huge or with such devilish eyes. The Lycan beast ran at the black wolf with incredible speed and rage, growling and snarling as it got closer.The black wolf stood its ground, its eyes glowing with an intense white light. As the Lycan got closer, the black wolf lunged forward and collided with the beast, causing them both to roll on the ground in a fierce struggle.

Seeing his attacker. A huge jet black wolf looks down at him with piercing green eyes and the wolves around immediately bow to him. Daniel could feel the person's aura. It was not a Beta or a Gana blood. It was way more. The beautiful wolf with black jet fur was a rarity. A royal wolf,who have been heard to go extinct years ago. The wolf starts approaching Daniel, daring him to move. By blocking his exit and standing between the cliff and him. And Daniel gulps. Knowing there was no escape now.

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.

About twenty meters away I spot them, or more to the point I spot him. Clayton Blackridge Alpha of the Lobo Sombra pack in his huge gun metal grey wolf. Standing to his right is a brown and grey wolf slightly smaller in height and not as muscular, possibly his Beta. My wolf starts stalking towards them and even though I am protesting she wants him. As I get closer he shifts back then the other wolf turns I realise he is giving us some privacy.

I smirk, "more like my mates. Plural Jack. They're quite territorial you know?" He gawps, "two? Mates? That's just a legend!" He gasps. I shake my head, "no legend." I move my neck from side to side and show him the marks. Jack's face pales and he swallows with a nod, "lets just get this done so I can go back to my pack." After shifting into our wolves, we start circling. Jack is a big black wolf with a white flash across his tail, and piercing blue eyes; not beautiful, but freaky. It doesn't go with his wolf or his nature.

The eyes of my beloved mate. Oh, I forgot to make a proper introduction. My name is Devon Nathaniel Black. I am the Beta of the Black Bolt Pack. I'm seventy years old, but I don't look a day over twenty-four 'wink'. My mate, Isla passed away four years ago. I am 6'2 with black hair and grey eyes. My wolf's name is Jace, and he has been having a hard time dealing with our mate's death actually all of us have been having a difficult time accepting Isla's death.

A massive rift appeared in the sky, the Blood Moon's red light becoming even more eerie as it shone through. A colossal figure leaped from the rift – it was a black wolf, but its size was more than triple that of a normal werewolf, its entire body radiating black-red energy. When it landed, the entire ground shook. All fighting paused at its appearance; friend and foe alike stared in terror at this behemoth. "Kaelen..." I whispered in disbelief.