The Rise Of The Black Wolf Novels & Stories

"But I just. Fine. Why were the wolves in my dream black and the other white? Why do they only teach us about brown wolves in school?" Gunther's smile got wider. "The white wolves are very rear, extra blessed by the moon goddess. Serafina was the only white wolf. Arcadia couldn't have another child after the moon goddess took away the one she had and Serafina died." "As for the black wolves, they came about after drinking from Arcadia's blood. Even though they were the only ones to receive this strong power. I guess you could call it that, but the black wolves (red wolves, Timber wolves. Whatever you want to call them.) Are the only wolves that can stand on their hind legs and have black fur

The wolf gritted his teeth against the soft fur at the nape of his neck. The primal instinct to claim something above the others reigned in his head and he did not let his prey break free even as it constantly scrambled to be released. And the more she fought the harder he clenched, both his mouth and his arms around her slim, warm body. His eyes so golden they were beyond human. The beast was so on edge that his arms began to be covered in dark fur. His transformation claiming to be released.

“The three black werewolves, it was a message.” Aria frowned, not understanding. “The time of the terrorists. The three black werewolves. The king and his two eldest sons. One of them is a prisoner now.” The Terrorizers. The ones her father wanted to stop. They were three black werewolfs, always three with one flying at the front and one on each behind him. They were known to cause terror and therefore got the name. Alone, they took many lives and burned villages down to the ground.

Surprisingly , my fingers didn’t shake when I picked it up, but my wolf let out a low, warning growl bubbling in my chest. I wasn't prey. I shouldn't be. Shit.

The cell phone had no signal, and I'm sure that if I were to call someone, they wouldn't be here in time to defend me. I slowly backed away from the forest; the wolf was still there, looking at me untouched and with a thirst for human blood. Then the wolf advanced, and I froze in place as if not moving would serve any purpose. I was paralyzed. The wolf is black-haired, huge, and its eyes are as black as the night. It reminded me of Kessler. I felt a tear roll down my cheek; I knew it was my end. It hurts for my father, for Lucas; they'll be alone and feel the loss of another person.

He rubs against me and licks my stomach while I giggle; yeah, definitely just a big puppy. I'm a little nervous as I call Tamisra forward. Alpha Gunther was pissed my wolf was black; typically, only Alpha wolves were black. In fact, I don't think there's ever been a recorded black wolf who wasn't an Alpha. She was so black she had hints of blue, which Alphas don't have, her aura was normal, and she was actually on the smaller side, so he dropped it. Stupid male egos are so fragile.

As Jenna and Logan celebrated their victory, they suddenly heard a loud roar coming from the forest. They looked up and saw a huge, black wolf standing at the edge of the clearing. The wolf's eyes glowed yellow, and it snarled at Jenna and Logan. Jenna felt her heart skip a beat. She knew that this was no ordinary wolf—it was an Alpha werewolf, and it was here for revenge.

As soon as Shyfter said he ran with the Rogues, Rex's wolf emerged and melded with his human instinctively. "Whoa, Dark Alpha. Calm down. This is the result I spoke of before. You don't have the focus to control this. That's why we are here." Shyfter said. Seeing that Rex wasn't backing down or calming down, Shyfter had no choice but to show him what a blacked out wolf really looked like. Before phasing, Shyfter was a big wolf, after phasing, he was huge. Fur the color of a comet in the night sky, black eyes going red in an instant, he waited for Rex to charge. Shyfter didn't have to wait long. *Shyfter*

Because following the other in which things were run, Zafira was not supposed to be in the room and here she was asking the question that was on everyone’s lips. Melnyk answered her questions by saying “We are blessed in this lands, first people saw us as unlucky for our forefathers were cursed and they became werewolves but as soon as they realized the gift it came with, they became scared because we have the ability of a wolf and that of a human." Melnyk paused for a while and soon continued "An average wolf is said to be stronger, faster and smarter than the average Man, yet they attack us and we can’t fight back because of a mistake my great-grandparent did” He paused again like he was s

“Goddess, if the Black Wolves have a reason for their existence, what’s mine?” “You came from the lineage of my protectors; decades ago, a wolf was born, and his name was Rognam; he has the mark of the Evil Queen. He was the first evil kind; he turned eighteen and took over as Alpha of his pack; he became hungry with power; his pack got scared of him and revolted against him. Ever since then, he vowed that if a Black female wolf were ever to be born, he’d mate her, create a powerful offspring, and destroy our world. Your job is to stop him and save us all; I have given you all the powers you will need to succeed and use them wisely; your wolf will guide you, Rhian.”