Romans & histoires The Black Wolf: A Novel

He marked me, like a stigma that everyone could see. He sniffed my neck and held my waist, took a deep breath with his eyes closed. Was I dreaming of that moment? - What do you want here Sam? - I said softly, almost as if I were telling him a secret. He didn't answer anything, he just went out my window. And at that very moment I blacked out. I blacked out so deeply that I woke up on my couch, with the book I had gotten up to get open at page 150 on my chest and perfectly covered.

Adrenaline surged through her, and she prepared to lunge—but suddenly, the sun was blocked out by an enormous, enveloping shadow. An extremely large black wolf leapt out of nowhere, ripping out the throat of the lead rogue in a single, brutal motion. He was a titan, larger and more commanding than even Ryder’s wolf, Blaze. He moved with a violent sort of grace, finishing the second and fourth wolves while Kalina tore into the third.

Twenty minutes later, my suitcase waited by the door. That's when the front door slammed open. Kaelan carried Seraphina inside like she weighed nothing. She hung limp in his arms, skin gray as ash, lips bloodless—silver sickness, the worst thing a wolf can face. "Beckett!" His voice thundered through the house. "Universal antidote. Now." Beckett appeared at a run, took one look at her, and went pale. "It's gone, Alpha. We're out. We need Pureblood blood to synthesize more."

Threw myself at Thomas. He backhanded me. I flew. Crashed. Tasted blood. “Pathetic,” Thomas said. “Your mate is being bound and you can barely stand. Some alpha daughter you are.” He was right. I was weak. Broken. Nothing. But I was not alone. A howl split the night. Long. Loud. Furious. Kade’s sister burst through the trees. Her black wolf was massive. Beautiful. Deadly. And behind her came more wolves. A dozen of them. Rogues. Outcasts. Survivors from the Blackwood massacre.

Every werewolf present, including the strongest Wolf King, clutched their ears in agony. A black helicopter slowly hovered above me. On its side was the crest of a hunter family, a silver spear piercing a wolf's head. A strikingly handsome man leapt down from the dangling rope ladder. He adjusted his perfectly unwrinkled jacket, looking as if he had stepped onto a red carpet instead of an execution ground. He pressed something on his wristwatch, and the piercing sound grew even sharper. Even I, a human, felt my eardrums ache. The werewolves around us howled in pain. Some collapsed to the ground, foaming at the mouth.

Especially from Benjamin But the moment I stepped into the open clearing, Lyra froze. A growl rumbled through the shadows. Deep. Dark. Controlled A massive black wolf appeared from the darkness like he belonged to it. His presence commanding, the forest holding its breath as if it was afraid to breathe, silver eyes glowing like molten steel. The night clung to him, swallowed by him. The wolf didn’t work— he arrived, like the world bent to make space for him. Lyra’s heart slammed against my ribs. She didn’t bow. She didn’t lower her head.

Some pack mates lay injured on the frost covered earth. My wolf stirred restlessly under my skin. I clenched my fists,torn between fear and an unfamiliar fiery determination. I couldn't stand back and watch my pack fall apart. No matter how much they despised me. I moved forward but immediately froze in place. From the shadows of the forest,the black wolf appeared ,his massive form radiating power and menace. His crimson eyes locked onto mine,pinning me in place. “Lea,”he growled, his voice echoing in my mind. “I’ve waited long enough”.

She only raised a trembling hand and pointed. Rhea followed the line of her finger. Something stirred in the ruin. The sound came first—a low, guttural growl, so deep it vibrated in Rhea’s teeth. The monastery seemed to breathe with it, exhaling shadows through its hollow windows. And then, slowly, rising from the black water at its heart… A wolf. Not like Kael. Not like any wolf she had ever known. This one was vast, its fur so black it seemed to devour the light around it, its body bound in chains that dripped seawater. When its eyes opened, they burned the world red.

She began to fade with the darkness until no trace of her was seen. Lucia jerked away to earth, panting heavily like she had just run a marathon. Strange, she could remember everything she discussed with her mother. In almost all cases, she barely remembered what took place in the dream. That was a sign... The Witch-Wolf is about to be born... "And where are you headed, Jackson?" A voice trailed him as he sauntered through the thick forest after the meeting of his pack in the forest. He felt heavy because like all other times, he had been frustrated, insulted, and used.

The fat little fish looks like its puffy body was filled entirely with anxiety at this moment. The wolf crawled out of the flames, shaking off the ash once it was on the floor next to her. A ticking sound announces its small steps as its paws hit the boards. Its head was the size of her body, and its sharp teeth raked against her fingertips as it nibbled cautiously at the strip of dry meat in her hand.