Sirius Black Wolf Novels & Stories

Another guy stood up, "I'm Ralph Bensen, a member of the beta hounds pack too. I like trekking. If you like to go trekking sometime, I'm pleased to help you." Lucian hit on Ralph's shoulder and made him sit in his place. "I'm Jacob Elrod, member of stealth Mane pack." "I'm Teo, a human." looked at the guys beside him and made a smile at me. "I'm Rudina Hart, alpha female of a howling jaws pack. Nice to meet you, Ms Hopper." Why are there so many werewolves in this class than humans? I saw the guy who helped me from the bus terminal to the school. The talkative guy? He's in this class too?

Each of them formidable alphas from packs with unique abilities and legacies. Caius Knight Black of the Nightshade Pack was a tall man with long, sleek black hair that framed his chiseled face. His eyes were a piercing silver, sharp and calculating, often concealed under the shadow of his brow. The Nightshade Pack was known for their mastery over shadows and stealth, and Caius embodied that secrecy and quiet danger. His wolf, as dark as night itself, was a shadow among shadows, capable of blending into the darkness without a trace.

"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

Ronan’s reasonable whisper was prompt ignored when it reached my ears where I was hunched over the frail woman, tracing my fingers over her arms in an effort to calm her. This was all my fault. I did this to her…me. Tiny black threads seeped in from the corners of her eyes, making the elite wolves who stood the closest gasp. Black arts. Did she have confessor powers too? No…no, that couldn't be. Confessor powers were bright white…black had to mean something else…something from The Darkness. “What on earth?” Laziel’s cold hiss came above me and a second later, a wide circle had cleared around us…the other wolves terrified of his rage.

Azira answered when she caught my gaze. “Talking of a wolf," I spoke, settling my eyes on Azira's face. I believe I could appease her if I didn't hide this one piece of information. “I saw a wolf yesterday.” My voice was low, almost a whisper. “Really?” “Yes. Reduce your voice.” I waved my hand. “It was black. Really black and the eyes were scary as fuck. Its eyes shone even darker than night.” Azira sat up straight almost immediately, her eyes frantically searching mine.

“My wolf is so happy; I don’t know if I deserve to be this happy. Not after everything and finding out he’s dead. I feel like I should feel guilty but all I feel is relief. He ruined my piece of mind. Broke me in ways that I never would have imagined before now. And I worry you’ll get tired of having to fight these demons that now live in my mind. Even though knowing he’s gone doesn’t stop the thought of him coming back for me.” I tightened my arms around her, “I will fight your demons, I want you to give me your pain. I want to be your anchor in the storm. My wolf and I, we are strong enough Lori. I already have a plan in place to help you, I have found a guard dog who is also licensed for

I tried to find Moira between the people who are here, but I couldn't identify her wolf, would she be mad about me being an omega. I soon found our other siblings, they said their hello, mom gave me a hug but they all kept their distance, I had my doubts it got something to do with the big bad black wolf walking behind me, I tried to be sneaky and run off and away from the wolf, but he ran after me, when I walked slowly he did too. 'Seth, play nicely please,' the black wolf says through our bond, I tried to say a smart answer back but words weren't my thing through bonds.

"Turn? What are you saying?" "Ah, so that boyfriend you are with tonight is keeping you in the dark. Figures, since you are not marked. He must not be serious about you. Born wolf shifters may not continue forever, but science will ensure that they do." A small box in his hand revealed a syringe, filled with a glowing, blue liquid. "Now, let us not make this difficult," he said, voice soft but his eyes were reflective, the eyes of a wolf. They lunged at the same time; her towards the box and he towards her. She screamed when he grazed her arm, just out of reach. Using an old desk as a barrier, she managed to get behind it and hold an old candleholder out in front of her.

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.

He rips his shirt off and fur sprouts out everywhere and his blue eyes turn into an orange-yellow amber color. He howls at the moon and his fur stands out in all directions. I gasp at how tall he has become, he is both terrifying and beautiful to behold, like a wonderful statue. A rock by my feet falls and the sound causes Aiden's werewolf ears to go flat and he sniffs the air. He finds me within seconds and scratches my arms. He holds my body above the ocean cliffs.