The Black Wolves Novels & Stories

As she looked across the clearing it was filled with wolves, black, brown, grey, sable, and one lone white wolf. He was immense and stood on the precipice, watching those below. A black wolf that was just as big approached and stood by his side. They exchanged glances and looked in her direction. She had to side step to avoid being bowled over by the gigantic black panther that barreled past her on her way to the top of the bluff. She rubbed her body along the side of the white wolf. She purred as he licked her head.

Richard said, staring at her lifeless body. Gregory stared at the body silently, with disgust in his eyes. ***** Gregory and his wolves stood at their positions in the forest. Camouflaged by the green leaves and trees, they waited silently for the black-burn wolves. After a few minutes, the ground was rumbling. As Gregory felt the grounds unrest, he signaled his men, and they all shifted into their wolves. The Black-burn wolves, who had black as night fur and flaming bule eyes, rushed through the path. Gregory and his wolves were hidden, and Gregory howled loudly, sending another signal to all the wolves.

To kill, as I have mentioned before, was to Leon as simple as breathing. “The black wolf is regarded as an evil creature in the wolf clan and a symbol of darkness. Since the destruction of the Black Wolf, I had thought that the Wolf Clan would henceforth be at peace. I would not have thought that the supporters of the Black Wolves would have given up. Black Wolf's slaves, all contractors to the dark evil spirits, believe that destroying the Logan dynasty will bring Black Wolf back to life. It’s ridiculous!” Catherine added.

Ash. His back was to her, but it was unmistakable—the broad shoulders, the dark hair, the way he stood with military precision. He was clad in the armor of a general, his raven-crest insignia gleaming in the candlelight. She could feel the breath catch in her chest, her heart thudding painfully against her ribs. Was it really him? Was he here, in front of her, as the empire’s prized weapon? Nia took a step forward, her feet moving of their own accord. But before she could close the distance, a chill swept through her. The hairs on her neck stood on end as if her wolf soul recognized him even before she could see his eyes.

“The Alpha ordered black wolves to leave by 6:00 a.m., but the eviction started at 10:00 p.m. Many residents are calling it cruel and inhumane. Several black wolves have already been killed. Meanwhile, groups of white wolves are devastated. Some are camping outside the packhouse right now, holding signs and chanting.” The footage shifted, white wolves marching in the streets, screaming, holding placards high: Bring Them Back! Justice for the black wolves! Stop the Slaughter! I could hear their chants both from the TV and faintly through the packhouse walls, carried on the night wind: Bring them back! Bring them back!

My wolf surged to the surface and I grabbed Jax’s arm. “Something is wrong.” He did not question me. He immediately signaled to the warriors and everyone went on high alert. But it was already too late. They came out of the trees on both sides of the road. Easily thirty wolves from Blackwater Pack. The same pack whose Beta had grabbed me at the club months ago. “Protect the Luna,” Jax roared as he shifted mid-run. His black wolf was massive and terrifying as he launched himself at the first wave of attackers. The other warriors shifted too and suddenly the road was chaos. Snarling and blood amd the sound of bones breaking.

About twenty meters away I spot them, or more to the point I spot him. Clayton Blackridge Alpha of the Lobo Sombra pack in his huge gun metal grey wolf. Standing to his right is a brown and grey wolf slightly smaller in height and not as muscular, possibly his Beta. My wolf starts stalking towards them and even though I am protesting she wants him. As I get closer he shifts back then the other wolf turns I realise he is giving us some privacy.

The shadow moon pack is home of the Brute wolves. And Brute wolves have Black furs. Black fur, like the demon. Black fur, like… Like my paws. Oh, moon goddess, I'm in deep trouble.

Silence followed—thick, deliberate, terrifying. I scrambled backward, breath coming in sharp gasps as shadows emerged between the trees. Yellow eyes. Gray fur streaked with blood. Wolves bigger than anything I had ever seen, but unlike the alpha this is average which only means the grey wolf is Alpha's beta Manuel. Their muscles coiling beneath their skin, teeth bared. My back hit a tree, nowhere left to go. I pressed myself against the bark, shaking so hard my teeth rattled. My legs refused to move. One of them stepped forward, massive and scarred, his eyes burning with recognition.

Coming from all directions. "We need to go." Lyra grabbed Aria's arm. "Now." "Who—" "Blackwater wolves." Lyra pulled her toward the cottage. "Someone must have seen the light. Sent word." They ran. Well, Aria ran. Lyra hobbled. They burst into the clearing. The cottage was surrounded. Twenty wolves. All in Blackwater colors. All armed with silver. And standing at the front, face carved from stone, eyes burning silver. Alpha Thorne Blackwater.