Rise Of The Black Wolf Novels & Stories

The council chamber trembles with the clash of snarls and heavy thud of wolves colliding. Talon and I have shifted into our wolf forms, each of us being fueled by raw instinct as we fight to escape the Council’s grasp. The Elders stand in a tight circle at the far end of the room, their faces a mixture of disdain and cold determination. This isn’t just a wolf, not entirely. It is something monstrous, its fur is black, eyes glow crimson. The power rolling off it is suffocating, its presence exuding violence and control.

"We don't want humans aware of our existence. I already told you nobody wants to kill you." She relaxed a little. "How do you do that with your voice?" "I am the Alpha, leader of the pack, your new leader," he said. "There is a hierarchy around here." "So I have to listen to whatever you say?" "You still have free will if that's what you're asking. But wolves automatically respect their Alpha. It's natural to follow a leader." "Do we change into wolves on the full moon? Will silver bullets kill us?"

“Come here.” Lucien pulled me into a warm hug. For the first time in my life, I felt whole. I was no longer the broken girl who didn’t have a wolf. My father’s death had ended the war, but my mother’s confession had given me back my power. I couldn’t wait to meet my wolf. I couldn’t wait to navigate my new life with the absolute love of my life by my side. ~~~~~~ Thank you for reading until the end. <3.

Even if I wanted to speak, the shard of ice in my throat wouldn’t have allowed any words to come out. “All these years, all I wanted was what was best for Nightcrest.” He jerked his head toward Zoe. “I needed her blood. The blood of the Black Wolf.” A soft gasp rippled through the room at that. I’d heard legends of the Black Wolf before—a creature of legend that was said to take over the world. The antithesis of the Moon Goddess. A werewolf with such dark magic in its veins that it could control our kind, even rogues, and fill the world with shadow and plague and war.

“Goddess, if the Black Wolves have a reason for their existence, what’s mine?” “You came from the lineage of my protectors; decades ago, a wolf was born, and his name was Rognam; he has the mark of the Evil Queen. He was the first evil kind; he turned eighteen and took over as Alpha of his pack; he became hungry with power; his pack got scared of him and revolted against him. Ever since then, he vowed that if a Black female wolf were ever to be born, he’d mate her, create a powerful offspring, and destroy our world. Your job is to stop him and save us all; I have given you all the powers you will need to succeed and use them wisely; your wolf will guide you, Rhian.”

The rogue twists again, allowing the black wolf to jump and attack the rogue’s back. The black wolf clamps down hard on the rogue. He digs his canines into the rogue’s back, rendering it immobile. The rogues roll into a small fetus while the black wolf dominates it by standing on top of it. With its hind legs, it traps the rogue’s massive body and without letting go of it’s back, pushes the rogue into submission. I watch in awe, as the rogue whimpers and becomes submissive and settles down quietly in the middle of the woods.

Troy breathed. It was only after Paul had shifted and started to walk towards where Agyemang stood on the wide stage that the proud-looking alpha allowed his own wolf to take over. “There he is…” Jake T breathed with awed amusement when Agyemang shifted into a large jet black wolf. Black wolves were noted for their no-nonsense attitude and ferociousness. It made them even more attractive. But from Jake T’s reaction, there was clearly more than met the eye. “Damn, he’s fine.” He moaned as he sat forward.

"But I just. Fine. Why were the wolves in my dream black and the other white? Why do they only teach us about brown wolves in school?" Gunther's smile got wider. "The white wolves are very rear, extra blessed by the moon goddess. Serafina was the only white wolf. Arcadia couldn't have another child after the moon goddess took away the one she had and Serafina died." "As for the black wolves, they came about after drinking from Arcadia's blood. Even though they were the only ones to receive this strong power. I guess you could call it that, but the black wolves (red wolves, Timber wolves. Whatever you want to call them.) Are the only wolves that can stand on their hind legs and have black fur

Devotion. The black wolf spoke again, lifting his head so Ryder could see his face clearly. “Nomads. Scattered packs. Wolves without a land, or banner, or god who claims us. We’ve survived alone for years.” His voice roughened with emotion. “But we follow strength. We follow honor. And we follow the one who protects without demanding obedience.” Ryder shook his head slowly. “You know what I am.” “We do,” the black wolf answered, stepping closer without lowering his gaze. “You walk with a curse. You bleed under it. And still you fight for a realm that no longer claims you.”

I surrender to it willingly, letting Conri surge forward and claim control. The shift is instant. Bones crack and reform as Conri forces our body back into wolf form. The massive black wolf throws back his head and releases a howl carrying all our pain, all our grief, and every promise of vengeance. The sound echoes through the forest, silencing every bird and creature for miles.