The Black Wolf: A Novel Novels & Stories

It was cold and hot and old and new and terrible and wonderful. The black wolf fell. Luan stood over it. Her chest was heaving. Her body was broken. Her eyes were red and silver and gold. The black wolf's white eyes dimmed. You have killed me, it whispered. Luan leaned down. Her nose touched its cheek. No, she said. I have fed you. For the first time in centuries, you are not hungry. The black wolf's eyes closed. Its body began to dissolve. Not into darkness. Not into nothing. Into light. Gold light. The same light that glowed from the first wolf's bones.

My voice retreated into my throat and I stood there, frozen as I faced two giant wolves: One white and one black, looking like my wolf. “You don’t love Dante,” The black wolf spat. “He used you and left you. Now that he knows that you have children for him, he wants you back. It is all lies and you know it. He is only using you to save his hide so that the counsellors don’t come after him…”

Isla on the floor, the snow beneath her was pink with blood. And then, standing tall before her was the huge form of the White Wolf. Bigger, more terrifying. Her claws were coated with pink snow. Before I could step forward to stop her, her claws slashed across Isla's belly and Isla let out a piercing scream. I froze on the spot, my blood ran cold as I felt a chill run down my spine. Even before I could fully react to that, the White Wolf lifted those blooded claws again and with a swift move, she slashed Isla's throat open. Stripes of blood spilled into the snow with the movements of her claw.

Ronan’s reasonable whisper was prompt ignored when it reached my ears where I was hunched over the frail woman, tracing my fingers over her arms in an effort to calm her. This was all my fault. I did this to her…me. Tiny black threads seeped in from the corners of her eyes, making the elite wolves who stood the closest gasp. Black arts. Did she have confessor powers too? No…no, that couldn't be. Confessor powers were bright white…black had to mean something else…something from The Darkness. “What on earth?” Laziel’s cold hiss came above me and a second later, a wide circle had cleared around us…the other wolves terrified of his rage.

Adalwolf It was dark and I was alone this time . But in a way, I could scent her . She was close . I tried to look for her but as her scent drew closer, I saw nothing again . I could feel the deep loneliness . My wolf howled in sorrow . She left me . My other half . My anchor . Then another female wolf came . She was different . Her fur was black with splotches of white . I recognized her but I still could not bring the name to mind .

He shouted and waved his hand towards the group. "Where are we going?" I asked as I closed the door. "On a run," Alex said as he pulled Sanna close to him. The pack believed I had a dark brown wolf. Alex had said out loud that he was impressed that my wolf was so dark, and that was the end of anyone thinking anything differently. Liya, my wolf was pure black, one of the legends. But many disliked the Black wolves; they believed they were much more powerful and could be dangerous. The Grand Alpha was the first black wolf to ever be known. Our blue eyes were another unusual feature.

Then, out of nowhere, a massive black wolf crashed down from the trees, landing directly in her path. Elise skidded to a halt, her breath hitching in terror. The wolf was unlike any she had ever seen. Its fur was pitch black, its eyes glowing an unnatural red. Before Elise could react, more wolves emerged from the shadows, their eyes gleaming with the same eerie light. They surrounded her, their low growls vibrating through the air. Elise’s mind raced. She had no wolf, no strength, no chance against them. The lead wolf snarled, baring its teeth. It circled her, its movements predatory and calculated. The other wolves followed suit, closing in on her.

It came out in a weak whisper, but he didn’t even glance at me. His wolf was coming. I’d never seen anything like it — like a nightmare forcing itself into daylight. It wasn’t just an ordinary black wolf. The fur wasn’t fur; it was pitch, glinting faintly like oil under a blood moon. Its eyes weren’t gold or amber like other alphas — they were dark red, glowing faintly from the inside, and the air around it shivered with heat and cold at once. And when it opened its jaws, its teeth looked wet with crimson even though it hadn’t bitten yet.

Could I handle someone like him with that brooding, domineering presence? “Don’t move.” I instinctively held my breath as he suddenly leaned closer. “We wolves only choose one mate in a lifetime. It’s a bond of life and death. I will etch you into my memory so I never forget you.” “In that case, you should take it seriously.” With that, I pinned him down onto the bed. As expected of the black wolf lineage. They were all extremely strong and well-built. The sensation was exhilarating. “W-What are you doing?”

The wolf's jaws opened wide, going straight for my throat. Then something black and massive slammed into it from the side. Another wolf. Even bigger than the rogues. Its fur was pure black and its eyes glowed silver in the dim light. The black wolf tore into the rogue with vicious efficiency. The rogue didn't stand a chance. Within seconds, it lay dead on the ground. The other two rogues turned on the black wolf. They attacked together, trying to overpower it with numbers. But the black wolf moved like nothing I'd ever seen. Fast. Deadly. Beautiful in a terrible way. It dodged their attacks and struck back with precision. One rogue went down with its throat torn out. The last one tried to ru