Rise Of The Black Wolf Novels & Stories

Mason sneered moments before shaking his shoulders and lurching forward, calling his wolf forward with a howl. My heart pounded as I watched the wolf emerge before me. Chaos was big, but not as big as Storm. He paced side to side as he sized up his opponents. It was clear to see he was a lesser wolf to Storm. He didn’t stand tall, and he wasn’t as broad. His fur was black with chestnut flecks, he was a beautiful wolf but nothing compared to Storm. “Look what you have done, Stacy; we were so close, and now this!” My mum snapped in my ear, the loving woman was gone, and the power-hungry one remained. “Come on; we may be able to sort this if we hurry.”

“Alpha of the Blackwood pack. And this was our mother. She was not a wolf.” “What was she?” “Something older. Something that should not exist.” She put the photograph away. “Our bloodline is cursed. Every firstborn son inherits it. The ability to become something more than a wolf. Something that cannot be controlled.” My stomach dropped. “The creature that killed his pack.”

The impact shook the ground. A wolf she didn’t recognise, enormous, pitch‑black from nose to tail, eyes burning a bright gold, tore into the rogue with terrifying force. The other rogues snarled and circled, but the black wolf didn’t hesitate. It moved like a storm, all precision and power. Lyra stared, stunned. She had never seen a wolf like it. Not in Stormfall anyway. The rogues were strong, but they were nothing compared to this wolf. One fell. Then another. The remaining two fled into the trees, whining in fear.

Done hiding. The White Wolf has risen.

"The Alpha. How noble. How predictable. Come then, little wolf. Show me your famous Blackthorne fury." I shifted mid-charge, my bones cracking and reforming with practiced ease. My alpha wolf form was massive, black as midnight, built from decades of training and battle. I'd killed rogues, defeated rival Alphas, survived challenges that would have broken lesser wolves. None of it prepared me for this.

Zayn screams that I should get behind him which I did gladly although not so sure there was much he could do to save us. I couldn't help but tremble in fear, as I thought of all the things I didn't get to do throughout my miserable life. I watched as the wolves geared forward towards us but somehow got intercepted by another larger looking pack of wolves. I tried my best to control my raging breath as intense fear overwhelmed me. There were a lot of quick movements, my eyes unable to follow and before I knew what was happening, my legs gave way. I fell loudly to the floor as my eyes slowly shut close. I could feel myself being lifted from the ground by the now familiar scent I was addicted t

Then I turned to human and out on my clothes and headed back down. When I reached my place it was around 7am. I went to take a shower to get off whatever smell of that wolf I had! I immediately ran to my laptop to do a little bit of research about my kind. So whatever was attaching people was that wolf. My parents told me we don't kill human beings. They said they made truce with the humans in order to both survive freely in one world.. But that thing was attacking people.. And it had me wondering it if was like me or just an animal.

By the time the lid of the pot slid open, what came out of the pot was no longer a man but a giant wolf with fiery eyes. "Arise, the wrath of the Idol! No longer shall you be called Ironbath. Today you received a new name: Strength- the iron wolf! The strength of the 16 Idolss courses through your veins. Inside you is the power of the universe itself. You have become unstoppable. Let evil tremble at your terrible power!" the old man said to the giant wolf which stood before him. That day, the boy became more. That day he stopped being human and he received a power beyond what any other man had ever seen. That day he became a werewolf.

He said trying to convince her. "What! I mean don't you think it's too early." Annie said looking tensed "It's okay they would have to accept my choice because I have given my heart to you already," Jessie said with confidence. Jessie was also a werewolf from the black moon pack, his father is the alpha of the pack. Jessie was raised in a wild way his dad would always say to him "you are the son of an alpha and one day you will rule over when am no longer alive. And in other for you to be able to govern your people, you need to be wild my son".

Four white paws padded softly along the water’s edge, and the young werewolf was being extremely careful not to actually get his feet wet. Being a wolf was new to him, but he was determined not to let that show. He bent to lap gently from the water just as the full moon crested over the waterfall. The jet black fur on his head and back gleamed brightly as the moon rose high enough that her light slipped over the falls to illuminate the pool of water and the whole werewolf family at the bottom of it. The young wolf looked up at the moon, blinking his heterochromatic eyes, first the blue one and then the brown before he howled his greeting to the goddess.