Solid Black Wolf の小説・ストーリー

I asked again. “I’m you.” The voice said. “I’m your wolf. I’m Nyx.” My wolf is a massive black wolf? And I don’t mean just the fur. Her eyes are completely black, the pads of her paws are black, her claws are black. Even her teeth are black. Not from decay either. She is the most solid black wolf I have ever seen. She is more massive and blacker than Aiden’s wolf. This doesn’t make any sense; I’m not an alpha. I thought only alphas got black wolves. “Nyx? How did you get in these chains? How long have you been here?”

AUTHOR'S P.O.V. In the shrouded shadows of the night, a formidable black wolf, with fur as dark as the abyss, prowled stealthily through the underbrush. Its eyes, glowing with a fierce, infernal red, were fixed intently on the men stationed outside the building. Despite its lupine form, it exuded a commanding presence over the armed men in their human guise. The wolf, driven by a singular purpose, was here for one individual – a target it was resolutely determined to eliminate this very night.

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.

The scent of roasted venison, cedarwood, and the musk of a hundred wolves was overwhelming. She closed her eyes, trying to find the spark of her own wolf. Moon? Are you there? There was only a faint, distant whimper, like a ghost trapped in a cellar. The trumpets sounded, a low, guttural blast from a ram's horn. Alpha Blackwood stepped onto the dais, his presence commanding instant silence. Beside him stood Silas, looking like a god carved from obsidian. He wore a dark leather vest that showed the intricate tribal tattoos on his arms, markings that told the story of his kills and his heritage.

Within seconds, a colossal, magnificent black wolf stood in his place. He was absolutely huge, his shoulders rising nearly level with the iron bars, completely dwarfing her smaller, delicate silver frame. His fur was a dense, impenetrable midnight-black, so incredibly shiny that it seemed to swallow the light of the hearth fire, casting a dark luster across his massive muscles. When he raised his massive head, his glowing amber eyes locked onto her with the absolute, unyielding focus of an apex predator watching its chosen prey.

I have run with Damian countless times since we were pups, but I have never seen his wolf look like this. The massive, midnight-black wolf that stands where the Prince just was is practically vibrating with a suffocating, unhinged Alpha aura. He is a nightmare shadow given physical form, his thick coat puffed out and bristling with static, making him look even larger and more lethal than usual. His eyes are glowing with that terrifying, radiant gold fire. He doesn't even look at us. He just turns and sprints deeper into the ancient woods, a streak of pure obsidian lightning.

He paused, his eyes scanning my face for any sign of understanding. “I couldn't help but laugh, I guess either I'm hearing things or I'm not the only crazy one in the room.” Zayn stepped closer, his movements deliberate and careful, as if I might bolt at any moment. “You’re a wolf,” he said, his voice steady. “You always have been. You just didn’t know it yet.” I burst out in laughter once again, sharp and bitter, verging on hysteria. “You’re insane. This is insane.”

I swallowed, "you're my last resort coz you have information that I don't. I honestly don't know what to do. Please help clarify somethings to me." 'you have a minute before they realize you called.' "there has been Wolf attacks here.. I don't know if it's them... But I had a connection with one.. Strangely the same connection I have with a girl.. She's human... I don't know what this means. Can one person have two mates?" 'if there has been wolf attacks why are you still even there?' I swallowed, shit! I should have known he will ask this. "because they happened before I got here. So they had nothing to do with me."

I head for the front door. I take a deep breathe, calming my nerves. I open the door and head for the biggest wolf. He is a beautiful creature. He is taller than all the other wolves. His coat is black, so black that in the light it shines it shows hints of purple. I stop walking when the wolf turns and looks at me. I look into his bright eyes and find ease. He looks relieved before his eyes turn to pure hate.

Waylen runs fast and easy, dodging trees, bushes and any other obstacle that got in our way until we smelled the rotten stench of rogues. I smile. You would think that if they were trying to set a trap, they would at least cover their smell just a little better. Waylen is a very large black wolf with just a hint of light grey. He blends in with the shadows and uses them to his advantage. Even with how big he is, he is very light on his paws and very rarely makes a sound.