The Rise Of The Black Wolf 소설 & 이야기

It didn’t need to. It stepped closer, silent, deliberate. I could feel its power, its inevitability. “Please,” I whispered. My voice sounded small in the dark. “I don’t understand.” The wolf lunged. I screamed— And a shadow fell across me. A massive black wolf crashed into the blue-eyed one, teeth sinking deep, snarls echoing like thunder. The sound was deafening, primal, filled with fury and protection. The gray wolf fought back, claws raking, jaws snapping. But the black wolf was relentless—driven by something deeper than rage. Something personal.

Didn’t give us a lot to go off of. All he knew of them was that they were stronger, faster, more resilient wolves. Rumoured to be descendants of the First Alpha and his sons. Over the years their lineage was bred out and that's why you no longer see all black wolves. Just wolves lucky enough to have spots of black or charcoal grey in their fur. It didn’t leave us with much and Viktor wasn’t as helpful as we would have hoped. Saying the last wolf he knew that was black was named Tenebrous.

It was a fighter, a warrior. The leader of the rogues snarled, his eyes flashing. "Who are you?" he shouted, his voice trembling with fear. "I am Darius Blackmaw. I am the Alpha of the Blackrock Pack." The black wolf did not react. He only shifted, a quiet, silent specter who attacked without warning. He was a force of nature, a whirlwind of teeth and claws. He tore through the rogues with brutal efficiency that made my blood curdle. They were no match for him. They were sacrificial lambs to the killing.

He flicks a cigarette butt onto the ground and stands there silently. I whisper, “He’s waiting for someone.” A moment later, an enormous black wolf emerges from the woods. It’s two times bigger than Riven or any other wolf I’ve seen. The man with the rifle cackles. “Marcel, you big son of a bitch, I nearly shit myself just now!” His laughs sound like coughs, probably from years of smoking. The wolf transforms and a tall man takes its place. So, this is Marcel. He towers over the other man.

The rest started making smarter decisions. Halfway across the arena a black blur launched through the air directly toward us. My eyes narrowed. “That’s a black wolf.” Onyx sounded almost bored. “That means… He’s an alpha.” I already knew that much. Only alphas and direct alpha bloodlines carried black wolves. The massive animal flew toward us with enough force to crush a normal man. Unfortunately for him, neither Raiden nor I were normal. The instant he entered my reach, I caught him by the throat.

* but another part, the part tied to Alexa, my wolf, pushed me forward, refusing to let me stop. I burst into a clearing and froze for a split second, taking in the scene. Five rogues were tearing into a lone wolf, their teeth and claws relentless. But this wasn’t just any wolf—the aura radiating from it screamed pack wolf, someone with rank, maybe even a title. The rogues didn’t care, their attacks brutal and unyielding, like they were determined to rip it apart. My instincts took over, and I shifted into Alexa, my silver wolf form surging forward. I leaped out from the bushes with a roar that shook the ground, the sound so powerful it felt like it came from somewhere deeper than me.

’ Vuk pressed, tone clipped. “You want to discuss that here?” ‘Yes. Either that or you’re going to show her how hard she makes you.’ I glanced down at the problem pressing against my zipper. “There’s no response from the Arabs,” I muttered under my breath, dragging my mind somewhere else. “And no black wolf sightings.” Black Wolves were extinct for a reason. They were fucking brutal—beasts bred from the demon wolf line. Whoever wanted one either planned to use them as mercenaries or to bleed them dry for their power.

Shit The trees trembled. My silver eyes I felt it turn to crimson as it locked on his, and the black wolf showed her teeth. “I am a hundredth-generation Gorde Wolf,” she growled underneath each word like a sandpaper scraped at my throat, shattering his command she seemed to loom taller even though he was a foot taller than me. “The last black wolf born. I am bigger, stronger than any alpha, I am the descendant of the Honshu Wolves, powered by the gods themselves,” she roared, her power bringing him to his knees as he groaned in pain, “I wasn’t born to bow to you.”

The wolf's jaws opened wide, going straight for my throat. Then something black and massive slammed into it from the side. Another wolf. Even bigger than the rogues. Its fur was pure black and its eyes glowed silver in the dim light. The black wolf tore into the rogue with vicious efficiency. The rogue didn't stand a chance. Within seconds, it lay dead on the ground. The other two rogues turned on the black wolf. They attacked together, trying to overpower it with numbers. But the black wolf moved like nothing I'd ever seen. Fast. Deadly. Beautiful in a terrible way. It dodged their attacks and struck back with precision. One rogue went down with its throat torn out. The last one tried to ru

"Remember when I told you about the Yellowstone Wolves' situation? The Wolf that the Black Bloods saved has asked to meet with me, so I suppose. He attempted to flee and come to me, but the Alpha of the Black Blood replied that we are at war, of course. He injured a lot of members of his own pack before turning into a wolf out of fear. His shift? Thus, what? I scowled in perplexity. "He didn't simply Shift, no. He entirely lost his humanity as he evolved into a Wolf. He spent the majority of his life in his wolf form; he behaved like a wolf while hunting and mating. In fact, he had wolf pups. Levi paused and cast a sidelong glance into the horizon. "So, what are you going to do about it?" He