Pitch Black Werewolf Novels & Stories

“And you won't want to be on the bad side of a shadow witch.” She lokes my chest and sauntered away. She had a point. Freida was powerful, but she is still a pawn in my game. I need something to put her under me totally. Erickson's POV (Lycan Alpha of the North) Everything was coming into the plan, I have the numbers with that pup's wolves however, werewolves are not strong as Lycan so we shall just use them as bait. Does he think I'll share my victory with him? I scoffed and drank my scotch.

She probably saw us coming up here when the Cloak dissolved, probably even heard Aldrich’s sharply indrawn breath, but she’s unable to see anything. She’s a Werewolf. Her eyes are glowing as she glares at the spot where we are. If she decides to move toward us and prod at the spot with her foot like I know she wants to, she’ll feel us. The Cloak merely renders us invisible; it doesn’t render us into formless beings like the Guardians. Since she’s a Werewolf, I think she’s even catching whiffs of our scent. She takes a couple of steps toward us. We are moments away from being discovered.

My lips curled into a giggle. “Oh, Xareth… you didn’t just upset the packs.” More witches followed behind her, their chants thundering through the darkening skies. The Witches of Iskareth Hollow. And they were furious. He stepped away from me, lifting his arms and muttering dark incantations. His lips moved too quickly for mortal understanding. His eyes began to shimmer, shifting from ember-red to eerie emerald, and his hands lit up with a ghostly green glow. He was losing time, and he knew it. He had to extract the cursed wolf now, before reinforcements crashed through his gates. Before he lost everything.

Taking the book I start to read its contexts; The gray wolf pack can shift into a different type of werewolf known as a Lycan, these Lycan can use a high pitch charm that lures their fated mate towards them, his mate can’t resist the charm of their gray wolf, but only can one gray wolf reject their fated mate will they lose this ability.

“You can’t be dying!” Oh, fuck. He found out about Cat. But he looks about, what, twenty-something now? Twenty-three, twenty-five? Damn, I cannot see this ending well for anyone, especially with what Cat has just told me. Fisting the soil in his hands, he growls and looks up, deadly intent all over his scent as his eyes shimmer crimson. Then he shifts into his wolf form, but what I see makes me nearly fall onto my ass in shock. All shifters with Volkov blood have pitch-black wolves, but Creed’s is snow fucking white.

"The night was dark and silent, but a low, menacing howl cut through the air. It was the howl of a wolf, and it was getting closer and closer. The members of Alpha Wade's pack huddled together in fear, knowing that they were in danger. The howl grew louder, and it sounded like it was coming from all directions. They were surrounded." The wolves looked around in terror, trying to find the source of the howl. Suddenly, they saw a pair of glowing, red eyes in the darkness. The eyes were low to the ground, and they seemed to be getting closer and closer. Then, a massive, black wolf emerged from the shadows. It stood at least eight feet tall, and its fangs were bared in a menacing snarl. This was

My lycan is already snarling and clawing to get out. “What the...” my words get stuck in my throat as I see at least a dozen wolves, maybe more, crawling out from the treeline. At first I think they’re wolves, but as they get closer, I see that they aren't, no rogue would dare attack the Lycan Alpha's convoy. There's something off about them. Their eyes are pitch black, no whites, no irises, just black. An evil aura pulsing from them from afar.

Kyle instantly shredded his clothes and shifted into his big, midnight black, wolf. I would've just shifted if it werent for the fact they would see my real wolf then. I quickly shifted behind the tree then shifted into the silver wolf form. I made a mad dash towards the rouges. Kyle had them shifted to human form already. He looked over at me and gave me a confused look. I shrugged it off and looked at the girl, she had passed out. "What are you doing on my land!" Kyle yelled at the rouges, using his alpha voice.

Andrews. I put my glasses on to look closer. I ask them; "Okay. We already know that have ever was in that tomb, killed a lot of people." "Not that part, Dr. Andrews. This section over here." I enlarge the image to look at it closely. My jaw drops as I see it. I ask the team; "Is that a-" "It is a werewolf! We have discovered the first actual evidence of the existence of a werewolf." I step back and say;

For Nicholas, the barcode was a blessing in disguise when because of it, all the werewolves were prohibited to do bad things, not just for their kind but for the humans as well. For that same reason, furious and hungry wolves, who love to stain their sharp claws and fangs with drops of blood, especially those ruthless alphas and Lunas have been dormant for years similar to a puppet. And he hasn’t heard any news about those merciless killings, colonization of other packs, and those unreasonable tortures all over the city.