Solid Black Wolf Novels & Stories

Adrian exhales slowly, like he’s bracing. And then he shifts. It isn’t loud like some shifts are. It isn’t theatrical. It’s brutal, controlled power, the snap and roll of bone, the ripple of muscle, fur spilling over skin like night flooding in. A massive black wolf stands where the prince was. Not just black, glossy, ink, dark, catching faint moonlight like polished obsidian. His shoulders are enormous, his head broad, his eyes a bright green that look almost unreal against the darkness. He’s bigger than Nate’s wolf.

Zyphre is also a midnight-black wolf with the same mark in the middle of his forehead. So, yeah, I was surprised. And then appeared another large wolf with silver fur. “Stop.” I yelled and Winter immediately paused the video. My heart was now thudding hard against my ribcage. The wolf was almost shifting back into his human form when I asked her to pause the video. My eyes were now glued on the screen, widened in shock. Silver wolf…. Black wolf with white strip… In one pack, and if I correctly remember, Madeline’s wolf was of snow-white color….

“He’s a red wolf too.” ________ Slowly, Khalid raised his head. Finally, I had the chance to meet his gaze—and his eyes were a dark, burning red. My breath caught in my throat. Had I gone too far? Mentioning Dilan’s wolf color had made him react. Maybe… just maybe, I had struck a nerve. “You know,” I said softly, “we’re both the two rarest wolf colors in the world. He’s a red wolf, and I’m black. We tend to get along with each other and—”

Nightshade black wolf, one of the rarest colors among Alpha wolves and possessed only by those who are stronger. Believe me, there isn’t a part of me that did not want to gawk at his wolf and all his goddess-damn glory, but the circumstances begged my attention. As the alpha, so did he. "What happened here?” His deep, inquisitive voice reverberated through the link, leaving Adeline and even me astonished momentarily. It wasn’t his voice that swept through me, but his wolf’s. It was deeper than Kaden’s, and I let myself wonder what his wolf’s personality like.

“He manifested when I was fourteen. I also discovered his name at about the same time, I was reading a book and the word just happened to jump out at me. “He’s a beautiful wolf. We don’t get a lot of Black wolves around here, mostly gray and white.” Howler preened in my head; our mate liking how we looked had my wolf side gloating. My wolf was raven black, the color of my hair with the tip of his tail having a little bit of grey, almost like someone had dipped it in paint. My eyes would take on more of a yellow color from my usual honey brown. True to comparison of others, we were just as big as any other alpha; standing as tall as a man.

He rubs against me and licks my stomach while I giggle. I'm a little nervous as I call Tamisra forward. Alpha Gunther was pissed my wolf was black, normally only Alpha wolves were black. In fact, I don't think there's ever been a recorded black wolf who wasn't an alpha. She was so black she had hints of blue, which most alphas don't have, her aura was normal and she was actually on the smaller side, so he dropped it. Stupid male egos, so fragile. When I shift, I see Adonis cock his head to the side but he doesn't say anything. I'm the first to take off, Tamisra weaves in and out of the trees, wanting Adonis to chase her. He of course happily obliged. Predicable little alpha.

He rubs against me and licks my stomach while I giggle; yeah, definitely just a big puppy. I'm a little nervous as I call Tamisra forward. Alpha Gunther was pissed my wolf was black; typically, only Alpha wolves were black. In fact, I don't think there's ever been a recorded black wolf who wasn't an Alpha. She was so black she had hints of blue, which Alphas don't have, her aura was normal, and she was actually on the smaller side, so he dropped it. Stupid male egos are so fragile.

Whisking me up in his arms Kirill went to the door in Marcus’s room and hurried outside with me freaking out. With our backs against the cabin wall, I peeked inside the window. A large gray wolf with blood-red eyes searched Marcus’s bedroom. “Nash,” Kirill growled and I gasped. There was no way in hell that we could defeat that wolf, I thought worriedly and was pulled after Kirill as he jumped and we slid down the side of the hill.

I am Ametrinova, my she-wolf is black, but the tips of the tail and ears have a peculiar coloration, like the color of Ametrin. - What? - I could not resist. - In the forest, among the trees, you won't even notice. But in the light of the sun's rays, they are slightly purple, - she leaned back, putting her hands under her head, - Although Maxim and I are similar, but the shades are different. - Yeah? ... And what's the difference? - Alinka chuckled. Realizing that she caught me, she was embarrassed and tried to get out: - What is your color?

Just get rid of everything that was so pressing and getting on your nerves. Which is what I did. White Porsche Cayenne Vadim again flaunted his greatness, and beckoning to a further plan of action. The only thing I did not take into account was two hefty mules who stepped out of the darkness and blocked my path. With a height of at least two meters, and in the shoulders no worse than Rinat, the werewolves demonstrated by their very appearance that it was better not to mess with them. The familiar cut of black formal suits over white shirts, as well as the fact that I saw them for the first time, made it clear that they were Yang's people. Both are black-eyed and dark-haired. Black wolves.