Taming The Black Phantom Novels & Stories

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.

It is the only way to request a job be done by me since there is no way to reach me, a precaution I took to avoid being assassinated or discovered myself. No one knows what I look like and no one knows where I live. The name given to me at birth, Tessa, was buried that day ten years ago when I began running. Instead, I use many different aliases for the purchase of my many safehouses scattered around the Underworld. I’ve developed my costume over time, and I’d like to think I look pretty badass. I wear a skintight, full body, black outfit. A mask always covers the sharp features of my face, only revealing my piercing emerald-green eyes which are cast in the shadow of a black hood I wear. I h

A slow, hot burn that tightened my chest and slicked my thighs. Then I saw him. He rose from a throne of ebony and bone. A silhouette of pure darkness wrapped in black leather. Obsidian and silver covered his face—a wolf's snout, narrow slits for eyes, a mouth that showed nothing but the occasional gleam of fang. The Phantom. Our gazes locked. The bond slammed into place like a physical blow. A primal snarl ripped from his throat, echoing through the hall. Conversations died. Every wolf turned to watch.

Nothing, no scent, no sound, no sign that anyone had entered. A shaky breath escaped my lips as I clutched my pounding head. I staggered to my feet, guided only by the pale moonlight spilling through the window. My body felt like lead, weak, empty, and starving, my throat burned with dryness. I stumbled into the kitchen and drank water. I set the cup down, and that’s when it happened. A sharp, agonizing crack split through my bones, my knees buckled. No. Not again. I screamed as the shift overtook me, my bones twisting, reshaping, skin tearing. The black wolf emerged, ruthless and wild, trapping my soul behind its eyes.

Yet, the room felt empty, abandoned. As she turned to leave, a flash of black caught her attention. It lay on the edge of his bed, barely noticeable against the dimly lit room. Curiosity and a strange sense of foreboding compelled her to investigate further. Talia approached cautiously, her pulse quickening with each step. She reached out and picked up the black cloth, tightened by a careful knot. A shiver ran down her spine as she recognized it as a piece of all-black clothing.

Her butt cheek was already bright red color and forcefully he penetrated again. She could only scream as he continued to use her the way he wanted. She was gradually losing consciousness when he pulled out and she collapsed on the bed. "Your hole is too wide, work on it" he spat and got down wearing his trousers. The only thing she heard was the slamming of the door before she finally lost consciousness. **** *Night time* Tina woke up to the feeling of the peaches on her chest being squeezed and sucked on. At first, she thought it was a dream till a large hand wrapped around the left peach and squeezed it hard as though trying to bring out milk from it.

“I did. Thanks for asking.” As Steve worked on my order, I watched him without shame. How could I not? With his tan skin, tattoos running down his muscled arms, and that firm ass God sculpted with intention, he was breathtaking. His black short-sleeved shirt clung to him in ways that felt illegal. My father would take one look and say, Stay away from that boy. Which, naturally, made him more irresistible. He slid a tray in front of me: coffee and a plate of French toast with bacon, banana slices, and maple syrup. Heaven.

Its ears had stood up straight, searching for the source of the sound, slowly breathing through its muzzle as its eyes searched round in the darkness and the woods for the one who made such sound It still had a Mark on its claws. The other had shifted back to his human form, and his pain had increased with his shifting process. He was weak beyond imagination. The Phantom was a powerful beast that night, and his strength had failed him when it came to fighting such a monstrosity. It searched until its eyes had caught the sight of something hidden within the trees. It intentionally reduced his breath, breathing slowly while it strained its eyes deeply into viewing what it had suspected to be t

More wolves appeared unexpectedly from the woods, and Phoenix was hobbling on three legs while Blackjack returned his gaze. Flashing his fangs once more, Blackjack feels victorious, while Joseph approaches him and says, “Blackjack, you need to land one final strike, and then we’ll finish this, no longer needing to worry about him.” "Have faith in me, old man, I can handle this," Blackjack stated, setting Joseph aside mentally. With every ounce of his being, Blackjack withdrew a few steps, focusing on Phoenix. With full force, Blackjack sprinted towards Phoenix, aiming to incapacitate him. Before Blackjack could reach Phoenix's throat, Phoenix struck his chest with his uninjured paw, making B

"So you are remnants of Ethereal Lumin Hold. After all these years, I didn't expect three remnants to resurface. Today, we will completely sever your delusions!" Before the words were finished, Keagan had already attacked. He swung his wooden staff, and the white-black pattern at its head lit up with black and white radiance. Vast Power of solar and lunar condensed together, transforming into a massive Black and White Fish phantom that surged forward with devouring momentum, descending toward Amelia. This strike appeared slow, yet it sealed off every possible path of evasion. As the Power of solar and lunar circulated, even space itself became viscous.