The Black Wolf: A Novel Novels & Stories

“My beloved.” Cold washes over me as Nyxara steps from the shadows like a nightmare taking shape. She looks divine, terrible, and furious all rolled into one. Her gown looks like it was woven from the night sky, and her eyes burn the same violet shade as my wolf’s, except twisted into something cruel. “Get away from him,” I snarl, pulling Kael against my chest. Nyxara smiles. It’s the kind of smile wolves make before biting. “Oh, little wolf,” she purrs. “You think you can keep what belongs to me?”

“Come here.” Lucien pulled me into a warm hug. For the first time in my life, I felt whole. I was no longer the broken girl who didn’t have a wolf. My father’s death had ended the war, but my mother’s confession had given me back my power. I couldn’t wait to meet my wolf. I couldn’t wait to navigate my new life with the absolute love of my life by my side. ~~~~~~ Thank you for reading until the end. <3.

eyes. The red wolf lunged and they locked in battle. The red wolf was biting and clawing at the black wolf. The black wolf is trying to fight strategically and push them further away from Nora. The red wolf lunged at the black wolf's throat snapping and snarling as he did. The black wolf threw the red one off of him. The red wolf slid into a tree, hitting it letting out a loud yelp. The yelp echoed through the woods. The large black wolf made its way back to Nora. The large black wolf nudged Nora as if checking to see if she was ok. She recognized him and knew it was Cole. Nora ran her hand through his fur, feeling countless wounds. He didn't even wince. He was too focused on making sure sh

Theon could heard the sounds of her body adjusting and bending into place and see her shadow changing. But he wasn’t seeing the small scrawny Omega wolf of Naomi’s childhood. When she stepped out from behind the screen the Alpha family all gasped loudly. “Fucking hell” was all Theon could say. Naomi padded over to him and did a little twirl around before sitting on her back paws in front of him. He had heard of the legend of silver wolfs but he had never believed he would see one but there she was. The woman who kept getting better in his eyes was stood in front of him a huge she-wolf with glistening silver fur and shiny blue eyes. He swore if a wolf could look smug Naomis was doing it.

I hated how steadying it felt. I stepped back before I could think too hard about that. "Just — explain. You said you'd seen this before. What did you mean?" "There's a novel," he said. "About a wolf warrior who enrolls at an academy and starts shifting into a black wolf instead of the rare white wolf she was born with. No one can explain it. Not at first." My pulse spiked. "Who wrote it?" "Sophie Miller, I think." The name hit me like a blow to the chest. The world tilted, sound rushing out of my ears until all I could hear was my own heartbeat, deafening.

But Ethan saw it. And heard it. A low, guttural sound that shouldn’t come from a civilized man. A growl. Deep. Animalistic. Rising from inside that broad chest. Adrian’s wolf woke. It wasn’t a metaphor. Ethan didn’t know it yet, but the wolf inside Adrian Blackwood — the supreme Alpha of the BlackWolf pack — lifted its head and scented the air. And found the impossible. A scent that shouldn’t exist anymore. Sweet like burnt honey, hot like fresh blood, vulnerable like a wounded prey. A scent the old books said had vanished generations ago.

Nobody moved. The words hung in the ruined chamber like a curse. The Queen returns. Darius’s wolf stood instantly between me and the Black Wolf, a low dangerous growl rumbling through him hard enough to shake the broken stone beneath his paws. The Black Wolf looked unimpressed. “You cannot protect her from herself.” That did it. Darius lunged. Fast. Violent. His jaws slammed into the Black Wolf’s shoulder And passed straight through him. My breath caught.

--- *Midnight — Attack* They came at midnight. Not Council. _Wolves_. Rogue pack. 50. Eyes _blank_. Moving like _one_. _Four_. He couldn’t take us. So he took _them_. “_Give us Seven_,” they said. All of them. At once. _Harmony_. _Wrong_. “_Give us Seven and the _hunger_ stops_.” Kieran shifted. Black wolf. _Massive_. “_Never_.” The rogues _charged_. And Lyra _stepped forward_.

Logan glared at the other man in anger "Casper, I'm sure you did not call me all the way here for nothing. Lead me to the dead wolves now." The beta nodded grimly and led Logan to the border, where a handful of other men were gathered. It was a few miles from where they had found the white wolf barely two days ago. Logan pushed past the men that were gathered and what he saw almost made his stomach churn. Two wolves were lying on the ground, one black and the other a deep russet colour. They seemed to have died while morphing back into human form. Their legal and arms were human, but their torso was still furry and wolf-like.

But those rogue wolves were not easily deterred, their hunger for blood and violence evident in their relentless advance. As my eyes darted anxiously between Louie and the approaching rogues, something strange caught my attention next to Archie. From the shadows of trees, a black wolf emerged suddenly. Its entire form was as dark as night, like a living shadow that seemed to dim the moonlight around it. The shadow wolf moved with eerie silence, taking advantage of Louie's distraction to launch a surprise attack, its mouth aimed straight for his vulnerable neck.