Wolfie Blackheart Novels & Stories

I managed to choke through the blood I could feel in the back of my throat when the large Alpha wolf shifted into a beautiful man with golden blonde hair with his fierce wolf’s yellow eyes pinning me completely. My eyes widened and I gasped, recognizing him almost immediately. Lucien Wolfe. The Alpha of the Dove pack was standing before me, looking like a nightmare that had come to life. He was Blackwood’s worst enemy and the stories I had heard of him were even worse than Ezra Blackwood’s. Alpha Blackwood might not have cared enough to give me a second look, but Lucien Wolfe looked like he wanted to carve my skin from my bones and keep it in his collection. “Oh God,” My desperate plea came

These weren't mere rogues; they were instruments of something far older, far more twisted. One of their largest, a beast of a wolf with matted black fur and a missing eye, lunged past my direct line of sight, heading straight for my flank where Olivia was positioned. My wolf roared. Before I could pivot, before I could reach her, Liam, bless his loyal hide, intercepted. But the black wolf was too strong, too infused with dark power. It threw Liam aside, then snarled, its focus solely on Olivia. My blood ran cold. No.

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.

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.

“What is your name?” He was silent for a long moment. Like he was deciding whether to trust me. Whether I deserved the truth. Finally, he spoke. “Kade Blackwood.” My blood turned to ice. Blackwood. The pack that was slaughtered six months ago. Every wolf was murdered in a single night. The massacre that made rogues everywhere hunted on sight. I was hiding the wolf everyone wanted dead. And my father was right outside.

I asked. "We'll escort you." "Oh… okay," I replied. Just as we were all about to start walking down the street, a wolf that was so dark brown it was practically black sprinted over, quickly shifting into Alpha Blake, also completely naked. And, holy shit, he was fucking hot. I mean, he was hot while he was dressed, but damn. I blushed, feeling my face burning red hot. I was gawking at my sister's friend's mate. I had to get a hold of myself.

The werewolf came, its feet hitting the ground mercilessly as its hands joined in its movement. It broke out from the woods, tearing off the leaves of the trees with less effort, and growling at the sight of the man. “You can't take anyone from my family.!” Mark grinned as he shifted under the bright moonlight. His bones cracked, and his skin stretched beyond its limits, tearing to become as tough as that of a wolf. He growled at the phantom, just as the phantom growled at him. Like two behemoths, they collided, and the green grasses on the ground fell victim to their battle.

All of those innocent people and children were sent back to the Goddess because of his sick need for vengeance. If he had followed the rules, he wouldn't have been banished out there, to begin with. 'Good. Thank you,' I replied as the sound of the water reached my ears, spurring me to move faster to get to our destination. The waterfall was quite short, but the rushing waters over it came down in large amounts. The thick wall of liquid crashed loudly into the river beneath it. I moved to place Oliver down, and Mr. Black assisted as best he could in his wolf form, not having time to shift before I lowered my mate to the Earth.

But she flinched as Bruin landed on Leidolf's hip. Leidolf recovered fast and avoided the larger wolf's assault. Bruin was at least forty pounds heavier than her brother, shorter, stockier, and with a larger neck. But Leidolf moved in a royal manner, swiftly, softly, and dangerously. He'd silently dispatched a stag and killed a bear that had attacked her mother while they were living in the highlands, and now he appeared even more serious, resolute, and lethal.

Just like him, his wolf was also black. “Hey,” he said, his bushy brows furrowing as he spoke. King returned his greeting, exchanging greetings with the rest of his friends as well before taking a seat next to Articus. “I’m sorry I’m late,” he apologized once again. “It’s not a big deal. We weren’t really talking about anything before you showed up,” Articus said, waving off his apology. “Yeah, nothing to worry about,” Blake reiterated. Blake Bennett was the alpha of the Yellow Cicada pack. He had auburn hair and hazel eyes. He was six foot three and very easygoing. His wolf was a red wolf.