Rise Of The Black Wolf Novels & Stories

'I think you need to have a very long talk with your inner wolf. 'What do you mean?' Danica asked as she felt the earth beneath her beginning to rumble. 'Times up.' The black wolf said as it got up and made its way towards Danica. 'You must quickly bite my nape.' It ordered presenting the back of its neck to Danica. 'What?' Danica asked in confusion. 'What do you mean?' 'No time for questions, quickly.' The black wolf barked. Not quite sure what was going on Danica opened her mouth wide before biting down on the back of the black wolfs neck. She could easily taste blood course into her mouth as she did so igniting all of her senses as the wolf began to glow and slowly disappear.

’ Vuk pressed, tone clipped. “You want to discuss that here?” ‘Yes. Either that or you’re going to show her how hard she makes you.’ I glanced down at the problem pressing against my zipper. “There’s no response from the Arabs,” I muttered under my breath, dragging my mind somewhere else. “And no black wolf sightings.” Black Wolves were extinct for a reason. They were fucking brutal—beasts bred from the demon wolf line. Whoever wanted one either planned to use them as mercenaries or to bleed them dry for their power.

The black wolf symbolizes it's full of Envy, Anger, sorrow, regret, greed, arrogance, self-pity, guilt, resentment, inferiority, lies, flash pride, superiority, and ego. Ash placed another mural in front of it the old one. It was a painting of a black wolf with red eyes, licking the white wolf's face with love written about it. Alex gasped at the painting. It was of them together on a run with the rest of the pack. Win must have taken it, and sent it to Ash so he could paint it. A painting of an Alpha with his Omega. It's show their love for eachother, their trust for eachother.

Lethal. A shadow streaking through fire and ash— I, Xavier Da La Vega, the Black Wolf, born from pain and purpose. I howled—not a challenge. A plea. The golden wolf’s gaze fixed on the woman huddled protectively over her child. "NO...please no...," The woman cried and begged.

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.

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.

Stars POV- I felt like I had been floating around in a black abyss for hours. I couldn’t feel anything or hear anyone. It was just me. Was I dead? Did my body finally decide to give up I wondered. The last thing I remember before I blacked out was a giant black wolf with blue eyes, he was growling at me. All of a sudden I felt a strange warmth wrap around me. I closed my eyes as tight as I could this was it I thought.

Naomi didn't know what she was referring to. "Ah you don't know" said Molly seeing the confused look on Naomi's face. "The blood of the white wolf, when consumed by a witch, gives them the ultimate power boost and the ability to control full blood wolves. I can take over every pack in the US. It will help me control every full blooded Mutt in the states."

Cyrus, the largest grey wolf, stepped towards us and bent his head, revering our newest member. Esmerelda followed my gaze and was startled. She tried to get up but kept falling down, unable to coordinate her four legs. Her whines and whimpers tugged at my heart. Cyrus took another step, and Magnus howled long and soulfully, freaking her out. Terror consumed her as she adjusted and flew on top of a granite boulder. She looked at me in utter betrayal before leaping off the rock and sprinting effortlessly over the line of wolves. Her white fur streaked against the dark green mountainside as we all paused in awe.

“The three black werewolves, it was a message.” Aria frowned, not understanding. “The time of the terrorists. The three black werewolves. The king and his two eldest sons. One of them is a prisoner now.” The Terrorizers. The ones her father wanted to stop. They were three black werewolfs, always three with one flying at the front and one on each behind him. They were known to cause terror and therefore got the name. Alone, they took many lives and burned villages down to the ground.