Novel & Cerita Wolfie Blackheart

“Did Mick get his wolf?” “It’s that one right there,” I pointed to the black wolf as it darted after Cortina. “His name is Rome.” “Rome,” Billy nodded, studying the creature. “He got strapped with an Italian human. Funny shit.” He watched Rome catch up with Ivar and tackle him to the ground. “He’s massive. Looks bigger than you.” Ivar scoffed in my head. “Bull shit.” “He’s not,” I muttered. “Looks like he might be.”

I bring up my forearm, the wrist facing outwards in front of me as the black wolf opens his jaws, ready to latch onto my throat. He gets the sigil instead and the effect is instant. He falls to the ground. Oh goddess, I think, please don't let him be dead. That's when Beta Abir--absent all morning--runs up, out of breath. I don't even speak to him. He looks at me, looks at the black wolf on the ground. I see the wolf's chest rising and lowering. He's alive. Then there are pack medics surrounding us, a stretcher for the black wolf and the noise of thousands of pack members replaying for each other what has just happened.

“That’s all it was. A pause in the storm. And now we need to use it—plan, prepare.” “There’s something else you should know,” I said, drawing their attention once again. My voice was steadier now, though inside, I still trembled at the memory. “The Black Wolf… he dwelled in a small village near Hollow Valley. When I was captured, Queen Morgan took me there. She wanted to claim him—take his power for herself.” The fire crackled, casting shadows across everyone’s stunned faces. “But… he didn’t fight for her,” I continued. “He didn’t obey. He chose me. He merged his heart with mine.”

Two Black Wolf commanders stood by the entrance, hands resting on their sword hilts. Mother reached into her silver cloak and produced the Heart of the Wolf. She laid it on the scarred wood of the table. In the dim light, the stone didn’t look like a legendary artifact. It looked like a piece of black glass, dark and jagged. The candlelight bent away from it, as if the stone were drinking the light itself.

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.