Pitch Black Werewolf Novels & Stories

Some were Lycans, but others… I froze. Wolves. They looked just like the ones who attacked our coven before. Huge and twisted. Their limbs bent at angles no wolf’s should. But there was something different about these ones. Their eyes were pitch-black, not glowing. And their fur looked clumped and patchy, as if something had been stitched beneath it. A few witches whimpered. I swallowed hard. “It’s okay. They shouldn’t be able to get through…” I reassured, but the second those words came out the first mutated wolf lunged again, causing the shield to tremble.

The pack formed a defensive line, Alpha-level warriors at the forefront. I stood on the central platform, able to observe the entire situation. Soon, the first wave of attackers appeared. Marcus's description was accurate – they were indeed 'neither human nor wolf.' Half-human, half-wolf forms, but not like a normal shift, more like they had been forcibly twisted and deformed. The most unsettling thing was their eyes – entirely black, without a trace of white or pupil. "Moon Goddess preserve us," an elder whispered. "They are cursed."

I watched as Keith quickly shifted into his wolf and ripped one of the werewolf hearts out of his body. I suddenly felt something run into me, causing me to fall to the ground. A black wolf with gold fur around its eyes was growling at me. I knew it was Alice. I quickly shifted into my White Wolf and waited for her to attack. I could sense two wolves coming at me and quickly dodging them, making them fall towards where Alice and Jacob were standing. I could see Alissa was panicking and hiding behind a tree. Keith was fighting a vampire and two wolves and seemed to be in control of the fight.

“Your death would mean the prophecy can never be fulfilled.” Lukas nodded once, the gesture sharp with comprehension. “A permanent solution to their problem.” “Tell us more about the Obsidian Wolf,” I said, turning back to Maren. She nodded, adjusting her spectacles with careful movements. “The Obsidian Wolf has appeared throughout werewolf history, though never consistently. In times of great change, great upheaval, an Alpha emerges with black fur and silver markings. The first Alpha King, Voron Volkov, was described as having obsidian fur with a distinctive silver streak down his spine.”

Night after night, Black gazed up at the moon, beseeching Selene to lend him the strength to triumph over his foes. Touched by Black's fervent devotion, Selene answered his prayers. She granted him the ability to shift into a wolf, merging his human essence with the spirit of the wild. Black became the first werewolf, a creature of duality, mastering the balance between his human intelligence and the instincts of the wolf.

Nikki tilts her head, a confused expression plastered on her face. Chris sighs audibly, making the other two divert their gazes towards him. He comments, “I can’t do this. I’m sorry. I tried practicing earlier, but let’s just get straight to the point.” His eyes then gaze into Nikki’s. “Nicole, you’re a werewolf. One with Alpha blood in your system.” Nikki freezes in her seat, shock written all over her face. She remains quiet for a while, processing the words her big brother uttered. She laughs bitterly. “No. You’re lying.”

About twenty meters away I spot them, or more to the point I spot him. Clayton Blackridge Alpha of the Lobo Sombra pack in his huge gun metal grey wolf. Standing to his right is a brown and grey wolf slightly smaller in height and not as muscular, possibly his Beta. My wolf starts stalking towards them and even though I am protesting she wants him. As I get closer he shifts back then the other wolf turns I realise he is giving us some privacy.

I listened on and found out that you could hear. “Mia, Mia, Mia. It’s nice that you didn’t die yet. I could have easily broken your neck, but I wanted you to witness your painful death. Killing you is the only thing that has been keeping me alive,” he growled. His words shook me to my bones. Suddenly, I could see him. He was a lycanthrope. A werewolf. He had black skin. It was so dark, as dark as sin. He blended well with the darkness. He was from the Kruk clan. They were always huge. And sadly, they were all rogues.

My eyes widened as it finally dawned on me, the realization of a truth I ducked around so much, Asher Blackwood was a werewolf!! It wasn’t over. I tried to scream again as both werewolves lunged at each other. Alpha a ball of silver grey fur and the other, a ball of black. Their teeth bared, snarling and jaws locking in a defiant growl. This was a fight of death, and I was a human witness of it.

She could feel the Alpha aura coming from him. And when she locked eyes with him she swallowed so hard. His eyes were pitch black and that was not a good sign from werewolves. His eyes were supposed to be yellow not black meaning he was angry and she had gotten on his bad side