Jet Black Black Wolf Spider Novels & Stories

Aland held his injured left arm with his body mixed with sweat and forest soil. The black wolves returned to their human form. They were well-muscled men in their early 30s and with killer eyes. Jonea also noticed they had tribal tattoos on their backs. "Get out of the way!" threatened the black wolf. "Don't get in our way if you don't want to be last like your other friends in the warehouse." “Biggest?: hissed Jonea. "What have you done to him?" The black wolf groaned as it showed its rising dance at Jonea. He looked at the girl sharply. The black wolf was ready to jump at Jonea, but Aland stopped him.

Could I handle someone like him with that brooding, domineering presence? “Don’t move.” I instinctively held my breath as he suddenly leaned closer. “We wolves only choose one mate in a lifetime. It’s a bond of life and death. I will etch you into my memory so I never forget you.” “In that case, you should take it seriously.” With that, I pinned him down onto the bed. As expected of the black wolf lineage. They were all extremely strong and well-built. The sensation was exhilarating. “W-What are you doing?”

I smirk, "more like my mates. Plural Jack. They're quite territorial you know?" He gasps, "two? Mates? That's just a legend!". 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.

Each beat is further apart, making me sleepy. “Don’t worry, little brother. We’ll take good care of her when you’re gone.” His eyes are cold and empty. I don’t get along with Skylar, but he’s my brother. How could he do this to me? To my mate? Over his shoulder, I notice movement. I blink slowly and look past him, still trying to suck in as much air as I can get. I can barely focus, but I’m pretty sure I see the largest wolf I have ever seen. Its fur is black as black as onyx with blue eyes, or are they purple? Next to the black wolf is a smaller, dark brown wolf. It looks like Rocky, but with a broader chest. My vision fades in and out as they silently stalk closer to Skylar. I don’t know e

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

Izzy looked down at herself, closed her eyes, and sighed. "Rhi ......" Lupa started to talk, but before she could finish her sentence, the smell of lemon and lavender made its way towards me. I immediately allowed Lupa to take over, shifting back into our wolf form to hide not only my own nudity but Izzy's as well. Soon after, a large black wolf walked out from the woods, but not just any black wolf ...... no, this was a black agouti colored wolf, with white on the tips of some of his hairs, giving him a silver like appearance .... an oddly familar silver appearance. That bastard ....

I gasped loudly in disbelief but the eyes I saw speaking otherwise. He is Onyx, indeed. Did he have his first shift? He approached us with an elegance in his gait. The shining black coat of fur made me speechless. I was lost for words because I have never seen a black wolf before. The black wolves became extinct almost 22 years ago. “Look guys! I guess it is a buy one get one offer, so grab that piece for me.” Sebastian commanded and his men followed the instruction. They threw the fishnet on him but Onyx grabbed the fishnet between his jaw and tore it with his canines.

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.”

Azira answered when she caught my gaze. “Talking of a wolf," I spoke, settling my eyes on Azira's face. I believe I could appease her if I didn't hide this one piece of information. “I saw a wolf yesterday.” My voice was low, almost a whisper. “Really?” “Yes. Reduce your voice.” I waved my hand. “It was black. Really black and the eyes were scary as fuck. Its eyes shone even darker than night.” Azira sat up straight almost immediately, her eyes frantically searching mine.

I rolled to the side, my heart racing. “Spread out!” Jake ordered. We obeyed, fanning out to surround the creature. Sophie’s arrows struck its side, but they barely seemed to faze it. Althea sent a bolt of magic at its head, and it screeched in pain, but it wasn’t enough to slow it down. “Keep its attention on me!” Jake shouted, shifting into his wolf form again. He darted around the spider, snapping at its legs and drawing its ire. I took advantage of the distraction, climbing onto one of its massive legs. The surface was slick with some kind of ichor, and I nearly lost my grip.