The Black Wolf: A Novel 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.

A smile made its way onto my face as I thought about my few hours at the house. “Everything and everyone is amazing. Thank you so much Alpha Jamie! Words cannot begin to describe how grateful I am that you welcomed me into your pack.” I told him sincerely but he dismissed it immediately. “I am glad that you accepted my invitation. You are a very strong wolf Allison. I have been doing some research about black wolves and I have come up with some information that may shed some light. One of my books here says that every Century a black wolf is born, the wolf is known as the Shadow Wolf since it is pure black. The Shadow wolf possesses certain abilities and gifts bestowed upon by the Moon Godde

'I think you need to have a very long talk with your inner wolf. 'What do you mean?' Danica asked as she felt the earth beneath her beginning to rumble. 'Times up.' The black wolf said as it got up and made its way towards Danica. 'You must quickly bite my nape.' It ordered presenting the back of its neck to Danica. 'What?' Danica asked in confusion. 'What do you mean?' 'No time for questions, quickly.' The black wolf barked. Not quite sure what was going on Danica opened her mouth wide before biting down on the back of the black wolfs neck. She could easily taste blood course into her mouth as she did so igniting all of her senses as the wolf began to glow and slowly disappear.

Children who had no business being anywhere near this border on a night like this, and who had probably been separated from their pack in the chaos of the fire and ended up here by the cruelest kind of accident. And crouched over them was a wolf unlike anything I had ever seen on any battlefield or in any vision. It was enormous. Twice the build of any natural wolf I had encountered, its body carrying a mass that did not look like it belonged to anything still living. Its fur was matted black and crackling at the edges like cloth that had been held beside a flame long enough to begin changing into something else. Its eyes carried no color at all. No amber. No gold. No violet. They were compl

Blackness explodes. A roar shakes the forest. And a giant wolf with glowing gold eyes crashes into us. To be continued…

However, he wasn't even sure that the black wolf would seek to harm Harry, and that was the difficulty for him. Wayne knew that Black was a cold man, but his wolf was a vicious, calculating animal, ready to do anything to get rid of those who dared stand in his way. And therein lay the problem. The big black wolf had phenomenal strength and could reduce any creature to nothing, but the animal preferred to play with its prey and plunge them into madness. The black wolf always took a malicious pleasure in letting his victims believe they had a chance against him. Before killing them, the second hope disappeared from their eyes.

Mom, Dad she called out slowly to them moving close in their direction. By the time she found them they had already transformed into werewolves it's wasn't easy, controlling them as wolves, to make them go under the basement, she tried all she could but failed then she said to them, "I don't care how aggressive you are towards me, you know you can't hurt me because I am also a young wolf, just like you are a werewolf from one pack, I can control you, as been a young she-wolf, I will do anything to make sure you don't cause any harm to others."

My body feels heavy, but my mind… my mind is awake now. Alive, loud and vivid. Images slice through me in rapid flashes—the bar, Zeke’s infuriating smile, my rage boiling over, leaving the bar. Then the scent in the air. Sweet, sickly, wrong. The shadow following me. My legs pumping, not as legs but as something more. Paws. My bones snapping and reforming, my skin tearing apart to make way for fur. A wolf. My wolf. The memories don't stop there. They keep going to the halloween night—the cage. The black wolf beneath silver bars. Ezekiel’s eyes staring into mine.

******* I will upload Chapter 1 under Legacy of the wolf but it will be a seperate book, Legacy of the wolf: War of the Wolves******** The haunted sounds of a wolf's broken-hearted song lit up the darkness inside Dante’s mind, just like it had done every night since he left his mate asleep in their bed almost a year ago. Dante turned his head on a swivel in the obscurity, even though he knew he was still asleep. “Why do you do this to me every night, Theo! Do you enjoy torturing me?” Dante spat the words into the darkness and was only answered by the forlorn echo of a pathetic whimper as Theron’s vast body sulked into view. The normally large majestic beast now looked ragged and old, his hea

A meteorite could strike the earth, nothing was going to stop me. My disappointment knew no bounds when I felt her body pulled away from mine. I had been so charmed not to have noticed that my Beta bodyguard( he’d come after me when he sensed the panic in my mind), and the two bartenders were also after the rogues. They dragged her away from me. My wolf wailed. Their canines were all bared, ready to rip off the living daylight out of their victim. ‘Hey! What was that?’ Kylian, my bodyguard asked. His brows were tensed.