Kera Besar Berbulu Hitam Novels & Stories

The air was electric with energy, filled with the sound of their excited barks and playful growls, as the grassy field became their canvas for youthful antics. My pup, Alma, with her sleek, dark coat that seemed to shimmer in the light, bounded joyfully across the meadow. Her vibrant spirit matched that of Matt’s pup, Sionavar—Sion for short—whose striking silver fur caught the sunlight like a beacon. Alice’s pup, Kerian, was undeniably mischievous, with sparkling green eyes and a quick, darting movement that always kept him a step ahead. Kim’s pup ZaZu, adorned with unique patches of gray and black, gilded gracefully through the grass, while Cam’s pup Rema, the largest of the group, exuded

“Do you have no appetite, pup? Valera shouldn’t see you hesitating to eat the meal she so meticulously prepared” I raise my head, peering across to see him. This time, I don’t pay attention to his suction orbs. A glossy mane of curly black hair that flows down the back, skin so pale and white as if he’s with a terminal illness, and very wide and broad shoulders beneath the black sweatshirt he wears. He has such long lashes and his lips- Stop it, Himari.

“I’m telling Jacinta!” “Hi, Cera!” Conan’s face lit up when his sister stepped inside. “What? You haven’t even done your hair? We’re late!” Cera scolded in the sweetest nagging tone, immediately grabbing the comb. Her small hands brushed through Conan’s silky black locks, so like Lois’s, before pinning them neatly. “There. Perfect. Gorgeous as always.” Cera adored Conan’s hair, always insisting it was a crown. Unlike him, and unlike Lois, the rest of them carried Alpha Karl’s legacy—blonde and white strands that shimmered in the sunlight.

Keska takes over and I'm just in the back of our mind, resting better than if we'd been asleep. Keska was a beautiful wolf with her black fur, white tipped ears and tail, and white paws. Her black fur is the same shade of black as my long braid, that reaches half way down my back. My skin isn't as white as parts of her fur, but it is not off by much. The biggest difference is our eyes, her golden yellow eyes are completely different to my forest green color. I will miss being able to shift as I please during this week, but it will be over soon enough and then I can come home.

Kieran. He ran towards the house but was blocked by a huge thing. He had to look up to stare at its creepy glaring silver eyes with black dilated pupils. It has a darkish brown fur, some of it standing at the nape of its neck, indicating that it's not tame. What in the world is this beast? I've never seen this kind before. His thoughts were suddenly interrupted when the beast lunged at him with its long and sharp fangs bared at him.

Sasha gives me back complete control. “Hello, Ari, or did Sasha not give you back control?” The one head in the middle talks. I’m too dumbfounded as I stare at the largest fucking three-headed dog I’ve ever seen. I mean, it’s the only one, but fuck, if I weren’t afraid of Cerberus, I’d think he was badass looking. Cerberus has dark greasy gray fair with streaks of black running through it. He’s massive, like the size of a dozen Dire wolves. His eyes aren’t just red; they are literally fire. His mouth is skeletal-like, and I can see every fucking sharp and long tooth individually. Black goo drips from his jaws. He’s menacing, and I don't want to fight him.

She hissed with an eye roll before moving to undress herself. "What are you doing? They're watching you!" Damien hissed in a low tone, wondering why she'd undress herself knowing fully well she was being watched. Kira ignores him and pulls off her oversized t-shirt and her shorts. "They're ready to attack you fool! Stop talking and change already." She hissed at him before switching immediately. Unlike many regular wolves, her wolf had pure white fur and she wasn't just any type of wolf but an Eurasia, also known as the Kazakhstan with pure white fur that sometimes looked like it had a thick grey on it.

I say hello as I make my way to the back, where the latest intake was placed. He is growling, his hackles raised as he bares his teeth at me and I ignore him. This big ball of fur is Brutus. He is a big baby. Brutus is an XL American Bully. He is all power and muscle. He is fawn with a white patch on his chest.

He never once complained because we both understood the cost of caring for our pack. Kai was very impressive for a wolf. He was a massive black wolf, larger than any other Alpha wolves that we had met. There were also streaks of midnight blue throughout his fur. As far as we knew, he was the only wolf with that coloring pattern, and he was quite proud of that.

I led Winter into the woods, finding a secluded spot, and patiently waited for her to shift. Observing her quietly, I marvelled as she gracefully removed her clothes and transformed into her wolf form, the elegant and beautiful Kira. Her fur, a soothing beige, looked incredibly soft and abundant, setting her apart from the typical appearance of a wolf. It gave her an air of gentleness and fragility, but I knew better than to underestimate her; as a gamma, Kira possessed strength and resilience.