Jet Black Black Wolf Spider Novels & Stories

a loud growl came from behind Jekyll, the growl had me shaking. All he could see when he turned back was a large wolf advancing towards him with a murderous intent. He released his grip from me immediately as he scampered away from me as fast as his legs would carry him. Fucking coward. I fell to the ground, gasping for breath as I looked up to see the monster standing above me. It was huge, bigger than any wolf I had seen before. It stood at least six times the size of my own wolf. Its fur was black, almost navy blue in color.

he sassed. “She’s telling you the truth Hayden. We can both tell that you’re an Alpha. Our wolves have confirmed it,” I told him. He frowned. “How?” “We don’t know, but we’re going to figure it out together,” Angelina smiled. “What colour is your wolf?” I asked him. Realization flashed across his face. “Black,” he replied. Only Alphas have black wolves. “How did you not question this?” I asked him. “I did when I first shifted, but Jarvis told me that it was because I was powerful Beta. I believed him and went with it,” he explained.

Saffy whispered. “I’m here,” “So you say, but where, precisely, is here?” Saffy, fraught with the strange and unbelievable happenings in her front room, squealed out her question. Panic rising in her now tight chest. Her breath left her in a gasp. She put her hands over her face, not daring to look at the mountain of silver fur stretched out in front of the fireplace. “Saffy, I’m a werewolf, a Lycan. I’m sorry if that sounds weird. That is what I am. This is my wolf Silver, who I change into, and he’s a magnificent wolf,” Jack said, feeling proud of his other half.

’ Vuk pressed, tone clipped. “You want to discuss that here?” ‘Yes. Either that or you’re going to show her how hard she makes you.’ I glanced down at the problem pressing against my zipper. “There’s no response from the Arabs,” I muttered under my breath, dragging my mind somewhere else. “And no black wolf sightings.” Black Wolves were extinct for a reason. They were fucking brutal—beasts bred from the demon wolf line. Whoever wanted one either planned to use them as mercenaries or to bleed them dry for their power.

I was about to tell them that Derek Novak owned me and harming me would be a big mistake, but was interrupted by Husky before I could speak. “Who cares?” he spoke up. “Anyone who walks past the forest and reaches the fortress is under our mercy. I’m sure her master will thank us for teaching the insolent slave a lesson.” His finger traced one of the scratches on my legs, drawing blood with his protruding claw. He took a whiff of the blood and smiled before tasting it. He smiled. “Sweet.” It was Pitchy who seemed apprehensive. “Perhaps we shouldn’t touch her. We don’t know who owns her.” Still, his eyes were on me, his free hand running the length of my arm.

He wore a black v neck t shirt, a black leather jacket, blue jeans and all black converse shoes. “It seems the prince has returned and with a girl this time, its about time.” The vampire said coolly. Xander growled back at him. The vampire rolled his eyes, “as if I can understand you when you’re in that dog’s body.” He took a few steps closer, eyes shifting to Amara, “you’re different. I’ve never seen a werewolf like you before.” How many wolves have you seen then, bloodsucker? Amara snapped.

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.

Just like him, his wolf was also black. “Hey,” he said, his bushy brows furrowing as he spoke. King returned his greeting, exchanging greetings with the rest of his friends as well before taking a seat next to Articus. “I’m sorry I’m late,” he apologized once again. “It’s not a big deal. We weren’t really talking about anything before you showed up,” Articus said, waving off his apology. “Yeah, nothing to worry about,” Blake reiterated. Blake Bennett was the alpha of the Yellow Cicada pack. He had auburn hair and hazel eyes. He was six foot three and very easygoing. His wolf was a red wolf.

But then, out of nowhere, a massive wolf leaped out from the shadows, blocking our path. It was unlike any wolf I had ever seen—its fur was a deep, unnatural black, and its eyes glowed with a sickly yellow light that made my blood run cold. This wasn’t just a regular wolf. It was one of them. The wolf snarled, baring its teeth in a menacing display as it advanced on us. Quinton shifted instantly, his own wolf bursting forth in a show of strength and dominance. But even he seemed hesitant, the sheer size and power of the black wolf making it clear that this was no ordinary opponent.

“Look at yourself, you filthy bastard. You are good for nothing without your Gift of the Hunter, without it you are nothing. You didn't deserve my fidgety redhead to be your Liara. It's meant for me... "S-b-bitch," John snarled, furious to the limit. The body rapidly began to change, there was a slight crunch of bones, and after a couple of moments in a clearing illuminated by the light of the moon, a silver-white wolf with bright blue eyes stood. The men who were standing near the scene of the fight exhaled in unison and leaned back, especially Steve, who was standing very close to his friend and partner. Dangerous. Yes, that's exactly what Black was now, baring sharp and long fangs. But th