Rise Of The Black Wolf Novels & Stories

It was a fighter, a warrior. The leader of the rogues snarled, his eyes flashing. "Who are you?" he shouted, his voice trembling with fear. "I am Darius Blackmaw. I am the Alpha of the Blackrock Pack." The black wolf did not react. He only shifted, a quiet, silent specter who attacked without warning. He was a force of nature, a whirlwind of teeth and claws. He tore through the rogues with brutal efficiency that made my blood curdle. They were no match for him. They were sacrificial lambs to the killing.

Alexander raised an eyebrow at him, taken back by the question. To beat Authority the Black Wolf Clan had used the social structure and customs well known to all Black Clan Wolf; a system not dissimilar to what the human had used for hundreds of years built on respect, hierarchy and honor. To beat them Alexander had to ensure he had the support of all the Black Wolf Clan races and strength in his powerbase was essential to achieve that. Alexander frowned at Ash, not sure if the the boy was rude on purpose or just ignorant of the customs with the Black Clan.

"Her blood will spill on the sacred altar after she finishes serving her purpose." Everything explodes. A growl tears from my chest before I can stop it. My claws slide out. My fangs push past my lips. My vision burns red. Black roars in joy. ‘Finally.’ Richard’s eyes go wide. He steps back. Trips. Falls. "I'm sorry." Too late. I can’t stop it now. Black pushes forward. My wolf doesn’t forgive insults. He doesn’t tolerate disrespect. He believes everyone should bow. I feel my bones begin to shift…

COLE dropped the black wolf he caught not far from their territory where it was spying on them. When he smells the scents of the black wolf, he immediately runs and hunts it down because the pack of black wolves is a great threat to his pack, the white wolves. When all of his packs saw him coming back with a dead black wolf, they come hurriedly to Cole. Their eyes were immediately fall off to their enemy who they know was trying to see a chance to find a hole attack them. Cole changes back to his human form, he was half-naked after he changes to his true form as a wolf to chase the spy sent by the leader of the black wolf. Cole Light Volkov is the alpha and the leader of the white wolves who

Nothing left to fight over. She had just killed their Alpha. And that debt would be answered as well. One wolf began to howl. Low. Raw. Mourning. Then another. And another. Until the sound rolled across Black River like a living storm — ten thousand wolves lifting their voices in a grief-song that bled into the night. It was not just sorrow. It was a vow. The war had just escalated beyond anything they had prepared for. Sera was still screaming in all of their minds through the link

The wolves surrounded him, ready to take his life as they were commanded not to leave any survivors except the Alpha's daughter. Then, two wolves burst from the shadows and suddenly started attacking the rogues. One was a huge black wolf, twice the size of all the other wolves, and the other was a brown wolf. The huge black wolf’s eyes gleamed red, symbolizing that he was an Alpha, but that wasn't what made the rogues fear him—the mark on the wolf's face made them recognize him as Alpha Kayden and without waiting, they all took to their heels.

He maintained a low voice, saying "Stay focused. My assent went out to the Black Wolf, who was aware that if we let go for an extended period, they would be done. His shadowiness was constant, and he always seemed to be waiting for the opportunity to show mercy. Our journey towards the Black Wolf was a battle we all had to fight for. We felt a sudden shaking on the ground below, as if the Black Wolf was exerting its own power. We were unable to overcome the rogue forces' relentless attacks, which came from all sides. We had no choice.

Darius lunged toward me, but the ground split between us as energy exploded from my skin. I screamed, at least I think I did, because everything was noise. Pain swirled around me, followed by light and then silence. The air shifted, but I didn't miss the way my bones realigned in a swift, liquid pull, snapping into a new shape I had never felt before. My skin dissolved into fur, white as moonlight. My heartbeat stabilized, my breathing deepened, and I stood. On four legs. A hush spread through the field, and it would have remained like that had someone not whispered. “A… snow wolf?”

Until Joshua heard a loud howl in one of the rooms on the upper side and he and his husband ran as fast as possible to the place. In the bedroom, a white and gray wolf fought four shadow wolves. She protected the wardrobe where a child was crying. A dark brown wolf with black spots attacked one of the wolves and another white attacked three more. Howls and rosy sounds could be heard during the fight. Joshua, the white wolf, stood in front of his mother and Elisa, her cub who was in the wardrobe. He could feel the power of his ancestor flowing in his veins. This made him stronger and faster.

Enora had felt ice creep into her blood; this creature could kill her within the blink of an eye. The black wolf took another step however, eyes locking onto hers in order to obscure her view. It was powerful and overwhelming, haunting in the way that gave her goosebumps, but it allowed her to breathe. Arms were around her moments later, lifting her bridal style and running away from the scene, as her eyes remained on the wolf's. The man–or should she say, shifter–that sat in the room with her, glanced over at her again for the umpteenth time in the last hour.