The Dark Wolf Novels & Stories

She looked like a child in front of him. Dark tilted his head to one side as if assessing her. Neither of them moved for some time then Dark walked to her cautiously. Marissa raised her hand and touched his fur. It was smooth and silky. “ Hello there” she said. “ Hello mate. Nice to meet you. I am dark” said Dark in their mindlink. Marissa looked at the wolf surprised when she heard a voice in her mind. It was almost like Damian’s voice but it was a little deeper and held more authority and his aura was stronger and more intimidating than Damian’s.

I told him. “Just be quiet and finish eating, and then go to your room Thor.” I was pissed; I could fill my wolf coming out. I stood up from the table and ran out the back door. I busted out into my wolf form and started running. My wolf form was a black wolf with white spicks in my coat. XXX

Lethal. A shadow streaking through fire and ash— I, Xavier Da La Vega, the Black Wolf, born from pain and purpose. I howled—not a challenge. A plea. The golden wolf’s gaze fixed on the woman huddled protectively over her child. "NO...please no...," The woman cried and begged.

I always wondered why there are no black wolves in the modern world. More precisely, why I have not yet come across one. After all, my inner beast is a black wolf. And the answer was simple - I'm from another world, the world of magic and sorcery. Also, the gift of fire flows in my veins, and after traveling to the universe of my ancestors, I was finally able to curb it. It was only after visiting the house of my grandparents that I managed to truly learn how to control my flame. Now I will no longer allow you to wipe your feet on me, because my strength is in no way inferior to the strength of any alpha male. The frightened puppy is a thing of the past and, if necessary, I will force everyo

"I am the Origin. The first. The beginning. I am the spark that became the wolf. The light that became the moon. The love that became the pack." "Why have you called me here?" "Because you are the one. The one who carries the weight. The one who will either save the world or doom it. The one who will be remembered for eternity." The Origin speaks. It tells me things I have never known. The true history of the wolves. The reason the Dark Wolf was created. The purpose of the Void. The nature of the Watchers and the Unseen and the Weavers. "The Dark Wolf was not evil," the Origin says. "It was angry. It was betrayed. It was created

But he still held me firmly, hoarsely saying, "Alisha, I can't...even if you hate me, I..." His words were not finished when suddenly the surrounding black mist began to thicken, even covering the moon in the sky. A nauseating and foul stench filled the air. I widened my eyes, staring ahead. In the black mist, an immensely huge wolf manifested its form. The trees around it appeared petite in its presence. In its eye sockets were two crimson flames that emitted an ominous glow within the black mist. The Lord of Dark had appeared.

A rogue maybe? Dark eyes of a wolf stare at me from the leaves and I jump, half scared, half startled, I turn to look at Nixie, but she’s gone, either the noise has also startled her. Shit, now I am alone. The hungry huge wolf steps further, it has dark fur. I read once that dark wolves tend to originate from royalty, but I am too scared to even think about that. I take a step backward, my heart thundering heavily. The wolf’s fangs are wide open, dripping with squirts of blood. Did this wolf just kill somebody? Oh no, now I am going to die too, why is my life ending so soon?

he called, unease thick in his voice. Clair and Alpha Ruben stood frozen, unable to process the sight of the mighty wolf before them. Frederick was no ordinary lycan, and the fear in Mark’s eyes was undeniable. “Hello, brother,” Dark murmured with a dangerous glint. Mark’s unease deepened. “Why is he so big? He’s not a werewolf,” Clair muttered. Dark smirked. “And we have the mistress too. I should’ve known you’d be the only one crazy enough to orchestrate something this stupid.”

He came to her, his face tight with lust. He settled on the bed beside her and lifted her hand to his mouth, kissing her wrist. “Your pulse is racing. My wolf wants to meet you.” “Does your wolf have a name?” “His name is Dark.” “Give me your wrist, my love.” “Why?” she asked, sounding panicked. “I don’t want you to run into the water or have an accident.” She extended her hand to him, her breathing quickening as he fastened the suede snugly. The feel of the primitive material against her fluttering pulse was surprisingly arousing.

Thelma, who grinned at my understanding, said, “That could only mean one thing, my Queen.” I could feel my whole body vibrating at this discovery. “The Spirit wolf,” I uttered, having a flash of the being. That purple glorious spirit wolf and it’s magical feet that leaves behind light in the darkness. The purity of that spirit is something… something I cannot stand! “That Dark Blood Rogue is here for the Spirit wolf. That means he has been here in our pack for so long, and we didn’t know.” “I knew that spirit never disappeared that night, and that Rogue knew all along, that’s why he’s here. The darkness can’t stay away from his light. You and I know that well, Chriselda,” Thelma said, chuckl