Supernatural Black Dog Novels & Stories

Beta Connor began to order before he felt as if he were choking. "All these people willing to die for you while you remain grounded," Black continued. The Mad One had remained perfectly still, but his predatory eyes were now staring at the Red Moon Beta. Connor felt as if he'd been crushed to the ground by the enormous pressure of the power unleashed by Alpha Black. He trembled with fear as he saw everyone around him start to howl and writhe under the pain of this legendary wolf's black aura.

I cautioned him, knowing that he was dining with the devil using his shortest spoon; in fact, he was eating right out of the devil's mouth. "He can't kill me if he is already dead, can he?" He asked, and his face spread in a satisfied smirk. "You killed him?" I asked, unsure if he was capable of killing a man like Elder Blackthorn easily. Not even without a single scratch—one would have to be some type of original wolf for that to happen. Elder Blackthorn had dabbled in some black magic, which had corrupted his wolf and made him some sort of soulless monster. One that didn't care how much blood he consumed as he achieved his aim. It had been a giant relief when Father had drowned him.

’ Vuk pressed, tone clipped. “You want to discuss that here?” ‘Yes. Either that or you’re going to show her how hard she makes you.’ I glanced down at the problem pressing against my zipper. “There’s no response from the Arabs,” I muttered under my breath, dragging my mind somewhere else. “And no black wolf sightings.” Black Wolves were extinct for a reason. They were fucking brutal—beasts bred from the demon wolf line. Whoever wanted one either planned to use them as mercenaries or to bleed them dry for their power.

he whispers, pressing his finger to his lips. I quiet down immediately, signaling for Alec's attention. "Alec," I hiss. "Get down." Thank God he listens. The three of us huddle behind a thick tree, watching the path ahead of us. "What is it?" I whisper. And then I see it. A three-headed dog the size of a horse, with wings and a tail like a dragon's. The creature is black, with eyes the color of coal. Every hair on my body stands on end, and I freeze in place. I've seen a lot of monsters since discovering the supernatural world is real, but something about this one is particularly chilling.

Kiran pointed at the dead black dog on the ground and said, “The black dog’s blood deterred the evil spirits. “The effects would wear off after some time, and Mrs. Sutton would become even crazier. I’m certain that more atrocities would happen then. “She may have killed a dog just now, but after this, she will kill humans!” Kiran glanced inside the house. “It will happen at dusk.” He looked at Father Larson and said, “Dark energy is at the bottom, while light energy is at the top. You’re right about that, so you should know what attracts dark energy.

"The elders of this pack are masters of illusion. When they overthrew our parents ten years ago, they didn't just execute the royal family—they hunted down every single person connected to the true bloodline. But they missed one child. A child smuggled out of the nursery by a loyal servant and hidden in the human valley with a glamor placed over her scent and her soul." He reached out slowly, stopping just a fraction of an inch away from my face, his fingers hovering gently near my left cheekbone where my mismatched eyes stared back at him in sheer disbelief. "That wolf bite didn't almost kill you because you were unlucky," he whispered, his dark eyes burning straight into my soul. "It almos

I’ll even help you deal with any of them. “And how would I know you won’t back stab me?” “The same way I know you won’t. It’s not your reputation. Look up Black Dogs. You know of them?” “Order of mercenaries.” “Bingo,” the man said. “Asked them about Vanargand.” “I see.” “You heard of the name?” “It’s another name for Fenrir, monster-wolf of Norse mythology.” “I thought using Fenrir could be copyright infringement, or just piss the guy off.” “That would be unwise.”

Blackie’s initial attribute had been strength. Thus, its small strike was in fact a powerful blow. The evil tiger was at most a Rank 2 being. Having been struck by the dog's paws, the devil was sent flying. Consequently, it crashed into tens of trees before landing on the ground. Additionally, a huge crater was formed on the ground. "Master, I'm great, right?" Blackie was so excited that it was jumping up and down. Lucas was thinking of how naughty Blackie was. 'When the opportunity presents itself, I have to find Blackie a female dog or some sort of partner from the mystical beast bloodline.'

The silence was deafening, broken only by the sound of their footsteps and the occasional distant howl. Suddenly, a figure emerged from the shadows, its eyes glowing with malevolent intent. It was a rogue werewolf, its body twisted and corrupted by dark magic. The creature let out a chilling growl, and more shadowy figures appeared, surrounding the clan members. "We've been ambushed," Seraphina hissed. "Prepare for battle!"