The Black Wolf: A Novel Novels & Stories

, they thought. When the fire stopped burning, they moved closer carefully to confirm if their enemy was dead but instead of seeing the ashes of a defeated enemy, they saw a giant grey wolf standing in the midst of the smoke and dust, the iron cage reduced to nothing all around him. Whatever the humanity left in Iron bath was locked away deep down his soul, the only thing left was hunger and a burning desire for carnage.

Finally, the last wave consisting of elite werewolves of the Del Kingdom, attacked the city walls as they rode behind Melnyk the Conri, Zafira, and Peter the bulldog. Getting there, the sight of someone on the floor broke the heart of both Melnyk and Zafira, and it was Tyler that had a spear through his heart as he lay lifeless on the floor. Melnyk had grown fond of Tyler because of how close he was to Richard, now in the middle of this hiatus that was going on, Melnyk couldn't help but wonder how Richard would feel and cope with the loss of his beta, Tyler. Melnyk decided to channel his grief toward the humans that stood in front of him. He jumped down from his horse, changing into a gigant

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.

“It is said that anyone who possesses a white wolf will have unparalleled strength, something comparable to the legendary black wolf and the Lycans.” “Hmm…” Alden traces the illustration of the white wolf. “If a black wolf is legendary, then the white wolf is considered mythical. I haven’t heard of anyone acquiring this particular wolf in years.” We continue to chat about wolves and stuff. Before I know it, we manage to finish the whole book. After that, time keeps moving, but nothing really changes inside me. I still feel like I don’t belong anywhere. But Alden Blackwood keeps showing up like light in a place that never had any.

Walking around one day I pick up on a scent, that led me by the creek there was when I notice two rouges circling another wolf. At first, I was going to keep going because it was not my fight, then suddenly I could hear a whimper of a child. I looked around listening to the sound that when I saw the little boy was under the brushes crying. There something in my bones that got to me. I started to shift into my black wolf Villain, I ran over to where the two rouges were at, I saw that one was a black and white wolf, while the other was a dark brown. I charge at the brown wolf, by grabbing it by the neck with my crawls right away I snap the wolf neck throwing him over to the tree.

“Confirmed wolf activity outside Anchorage. Locals say they’ve seen a large black wolf stalking the tree line. Can you get us some shots?” "Wolves. In Blake’s backyard. Of course,” I mutter. He swiftly turns around, his eyes narrowing. “What did you just say?” “Nothing, none of your damn business.” I take my coffee mug and my mobile and leave the shirtless wonder in the kitchen, feeling his eyes boring into my back. Excitement builds inside me at the thought of getting outside and investigating if there is in fact a black wolf somewhere here in Anchorage. As far as I am aware the biggest black wolf of them all, I left standing in the kitchen. Being the Alpha, Blake is the largest of them al

Even if I wanted to speak, the shard of ice in my throat wouldn’t have allowed any words to come out. “All these years, all I wanted was what was best for Nightcrest.” He jerked his head toward Zoe. “I needed her blood. The blood of the Black Wolf.” A soft gasp rippled through the room at that. I’d heard legends of the Black Wolf before—a creature of legend that was said to take over the world. The antithesis of the Moon Goddess. A werewolf with such dark magic in its veins that it could control our kind, even rogues, and fill the world with shadow and plague and war.

I quickly paced down the hall so I could get to the room faster and open this book that felt like a newfound piece of treasure in my hands. As I scanned through the first few pages of the book, it was picture after picture of different drawings and versions of what a nightwolf was portrayed to look like. Some of them were detailed to be howling at the moon, whilst several illustrations had a sort of evil and rabid look to them. But there was one in particular that caught my eye, and instead of just flicking past it, I stopped, staring at how strikingly similar it was. The wolf was pure black, just like mine. No white, silver streaks across its fur like all the others had, and this one was th

COLE dropped the black wolf he caught not far from their territory where it was spying on them. When he smells the scents of the black wolf, he immediately runs and hunts it down because the pack of black wolves is a great threat to his pack, the white wolves. When all of his packs saw him coming back with a dead black wolf, they come hurriedly to Cole. Their eyes were immediately fall off to their enemy who they know was trying to see a chance to find a hole attack them. Cole changes back to his human form, he was half-naked after he changes to his true form as a wolf to chase the spy sent by the leader of the black wolf. Cole Light Volkov is the alpha and the leader of the white wolves who

But then, out of nowhere, a massive wolf leaped out from the shadows, blocking our path. It was unlike any wolf I had ever seen—its fur was a deep, unnatural black, and its eyes glowed with a sickly yellow light that made my blood run cold. This wasn’t just a regular wolf. It was one of them. The wolf snarled, baring its teeth in a menacing display as it advanced on us. Quinton shifted instantly, his own wolf bursting forth in a show of strength and dominance. But even he seemed hesitant, the sheer size and power of the black wolf making it clear that this was no ordinary opponent.