Pitch Black Werewolf Novels & Stories

And now that it has finally gotten out, it’s putting all its energy at pulling every part of the man. And when the wolf got satisfied at putting its anger towards the man. It immediately thought of going to the place where they were supposed to live. It was about to run, but before he can do that, Peter came who’s in a flash got to the wolf’s side. And Peter immediately stabbed the syringe he was carrying, containing sleeping pills and wolfsbane herb. A herb that can effectively weaken a werewolf. But one dose of it is not enough to put Jax’s wolf down. So Peter immediately followed with two more pricks of syringes to the body of the wolf.

Unbeknownst to Kyle, it was just a temporary rule to seal his fate and someone else's. Drew Chen. The muscular, tall and handsome jet black haired and green eyed Werewolf and Witch. Drew smiled and walked towards his cousin Kyle. "It's been long since we saw each other. Why that look?" Drew said pouting his lips. "I know why you are here. What method do you guys want to use now to force me into getting married?" Kyle asked with a deadpan expression.

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.

AUTHOR'S P.O.V. In the shrouded shadows of the night, a formidable black wolf, with fur as dark as the abyss, prowled stealthily through the underbrush. Its eyes, glowing with a fierce, infernal red, were fixed intently on the men stationed outside the building. Despite its lupine form, it exuded a commanding presence over the armed men in their human guise. The wolf, driven by a singular purpose, was here for one individual – a target it was resolutely determined to eliminate this very night.

Thinking about the possibilities Archer decides to wait for his so-called 'Friend'. Meanwhile, Chris Black was sitting in the back seat of his car dressed in a black suit. He was going to the Silverlake pack for the first time to attend the Alpha's wedding. He never attended gatherings around the werewolf community. He was not a social person and preferred to be only with his childhood friend Liam and a few of his pack mates. He had only one friend outside of his pack, Archer Hall. Chris had agreed to attend this wedding on the insistence of Archer. Also, his wolf was quite restless since morning and for the first time had suggested they go. Chris's wolf Conan was getting more agitated as th

Hearing my greeting, every wolf before me kept quiet. “I stand before you today to present to you the now former alpha of the new moon pack.” I said, addressing alpha Lane. “He was one of the people I felt will never betray me but how wrong I was.” I said shaking my head. “Are the slaves here?” I asked loudly. Scaniithe cloud, I noticed someone raise their hand “Um…we are here but….we will prefer the term work…” “Shut up that hole you call a mouth.” Maxion said in annoyance.

“Peter is the alpha of the Black Moon Pack. He’s got a reputation for being violent, vicious because of his platform.” Her eyes widened. “I wouldn’t believe anything that you can’t confirm for yourself,” Lucian said. “There’s a lot more at work in the werewolf world than most care to admit.”

As he went, the snow crunched beneath his boots, and he felt a sensation of serenity sweep over him. While he made his way through the woodland, the sound of crackling leaves filled the air. As he went, the leaves cracked beneath his boots, his eyes scrutinizing his surroundings for any signs of danger. Phillip was a huge, strong werewolf with deep blue eyes and glittering black fur in the night. He was the head of the Black Moon Pack, a pack that was previously dreaded by everyone who knew about it. Yet Phillip had worked hard to reverse that impression, to make his pack one that everyone admired and respected.

The wolf roared angrily at Linda, thrust its claws into her chest and growled menacingly, baring its sharp teeth. “Enough, stop!” snapped Aryadi, in an instant he turned into a black wolf and pounced back at the red wolf. Linda got up again with black blood seeping between the fronts of her clothes. As she was about to attack for the umpteenth time, the remaining witches finally stopped the vampire woman's actions with magic like a few minutes ago, as well as wolf-shifter Aryadi. Rokan Allegro took a deep breath, pushing out the wood and marble shards on his back with his strength until they fell. “Take them both to the prison ward,” he muttered, enduring the pain in his body.

that could be their weapon, power to dominate. “That is what other werewolves believe,” he threw light on me when he said that, of course, like humans, we have different beliefs. But, for a werewolf to say this, for the creature who killed my mother to say this? “I don’t know what you’re getting at but I loathe your kind,” I calmly said. “Too fearless of you to say that.” He calmly stepped back. My eyes widened when he shifted into a werewolf, his eyes remained the same but he became huge and his fur is a mix of grey and silver which I haven’t seen before. Due to my instinct, even without weapons, I used my fighting stance in case he attacks.