The Black Wolves Novels & Stories

As I hop out of my Range Rover, I see that a council elder is standing at the door waiting to greet me. It’s not a very far drive from Slick Paw to the council headquarters. Even though they have a chamber in Black Claw’s palace, their central offices are located about 2 hours away from our pack. It’s located on the edge of 4 pack territories and looks more like a four-story office building than anything else. From the outside and those not a part of the supernatural world, you would never know this is the seat of Wolf Nation, outside of our capital in Black Claw.

Their leader is a black wolf with blue eyes, and he wants to stand on the high cliff and declare war on his opponent. The Red Wolve did not dare to stop but only dared to lean to the side. Wolves usually have gray and yellow fur, but with wolves having white, black, and red fur is very special. The black wolf that received the order to distract Windy was just a wolf with yellow fur because to distract the opponent, he disguised himself to look like Ezra.

I turned towards him quickly, breathing heavily. The wolf stared into my eyes. His yellow and black eyes were filled with rage ready to pierce his teeth into my flesh. His claw dug into the ground leaving small holes as he walked steadily towards me like a predator hunting its prey. With every step he took closer to me I dragged myself backward until my back was resting on a tree. I couldn't get further away from him. I cried knowing I was about to die now and no one will be able to save me. My eyes close shut and my lips shiver as he growls bringing his mouth wide open to my neck. "Human, what will be your last word when I kill you?" I heard the vicious beast speak to me. Its voice was fill

Another roar rumbled the Earth but this time it was not what sucked the life out of me. The men in front of my eyes had turned into monsters. Unnatural and terrifying big wolves. Not wolves... these wolves stood up like humans. "Oh, my Lord! Make it a delusion." I mumbled as my wits left me. The monster-cum-Jordan eyes fell on me when I tried to make an attempt at life. He snatched me up by the waist in his claws. "God, let it be a dream! Please!" I took a breath in to shout my heart out as my last ditch effort before death when another scream breached the cruel forest.

Then I turned to Miranda, changing the conversation ‘Miranda, there is something Athan told me while we were on the balcony. He spoke about a kidnapping ring known as the black hood which likes to take purebloods. Do you know anything about them? ‘That’s scary. People do this.’ Jissa retorted. ‘It is. Really. I feel so scared for our kind. When have we become so debased to fight and kill one of our kind? My elder used to tell me stories about our debacles with the vampires and sometimes witches. I have never heard about in-fighting amongst werewolves. It is sad.’

I felt a newfound sense of control, a glimmer of hope that I could master the power within me. Just as we were about to call it a night, Amos came rushing towards us, his face ashen with urgency. "Alpha, Luna," he panted, "we've received reports. Some of the black witches have been spotted at the southern side of Titanic. They've killed ten wolves." Ansel's expression turned grim, his protective instincts flaring once more. "We need to act quickly. Gather the warriors and send them there to capture anyone who looks like a witch! We nedd to burn them down."

I could feel Jamerson and Killian behind me ready to back me up if shit went down. I stand just a little taller, puff my chest out, and let my wolf and aura surface just a little. “Who’s asking?” I demand. “I am.” The cocky shit smirks. I clamp my jaw tight, biting back a retort, and instead say “I own this shitty bar and I’m the leader of the Renegades. State your business.” "Beta Al from the Crimson Moon Pack. We come to you with an offer on behalf of our Alpha.” Only then do I notice the briefcase one of the other three wolves is holding as he lifts it in show.

“But when I say run, run as fast as you can, and don’t look back. Asher didn’t move but I know that he heard me. I look at the three rogue wolves. All of them look like one but are different in many ways. First is their size, most rogue wolves I know were not larger than Alpha Drake, and second is the way their eyes were pure black, no white, no other shade, just endless black, that felt like it could see right through you, reading you as a naked book without its cover, as it pulls you in a black hole that you can’t get, no, let me rephrase that. It’s a black hole that you will never get out of. It took all the strength that I had just to make me look away.

Screams continued to ring out, growing louder as a group of masked beings rounded the corner, and dropped from the tops of nearby buildings. The Faceless Assassins. They slipped from the shadows, daggers in hand, and began to close in on us. My wolf unleashed a deafening snarl, but the assassins didn’t balk. No, they were more than willing to die if it meant killing us. Draco swung his head my way, his eyes bright in the darkness. Go, Blakely, they seemed to say, run before it’s too late. Wasting no time, my wolf’s attention fell on me. There was a single question in her thoughts, one I answered without hesitation.

Just like hers—though I didn’t know who she was. Downstairs, the training yard was already alive with movement. Warriors sharpening blades, brushing pelts, preparing to impress the elders under tonight’s blood moon. I passed them quietly, head high, shoulders straight. But the whispers never stopped. Whispers from parents to children. From the young wolves to the old ones. “Do you know that the Beta was found in the snow? Like a cursed thing.” “Alpha Blaine just took her in to save face.” “How could she even become the Beta?”