Wolfie Blackheart Novels & Stories

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.

That is, if it was not for the thousand herd, the werewolves would wage war on it to separate them But honestly, he and Black his wolf are completely satisfied with her and it doesn't matter if she doesn't have a wolf -That's right, I love her- Zayn was horrified by Black's sobbing voice, which doesn't match his horrible voice at all . " shut your mouth your opinion I don't care make me go out I'd like to play with her too he answered rudely to order him at the end Zayn wasn't surprised his wolf character is always very strong He took off his shirt and pants and it's good that no one is here to see...except maybe the guards

But if you look closely, you will see the difference between the two. "I'm going to distract the gray wolf." The Wolf with red fur commands the black Wolf next to him. The Black Wolf received the order and left in Windy's direction. The Red Wolf is alert when sensitively detecting someone approaching. When it turned around, it saw a Wolf with black fur and sharp eyes. The Red Wolf was no longer conservative but somewhat reverent towards the Black Wolf. I thought the Red Wolf was the leader of the assassin group, but it wasn't. Their leader is a black wolf with blue eyes, and he wants to stand on the high cliff and declare war on his opponent.

I swallowed, "you're my last resort coz you have information that I don't. I honestly don't know what to do. Please help clarify somethings to me." 'you have a minute before they realize you called.' "there has been Wolf attacks here.. I don't know if it's them... But I had a connection with one.. Strangely the same connection I have with a girl.. She's human... I don't know what this means. Can one person have two mates?" 'if there has been wolf attacks why are you still even there?' I swallowed, shit! I should have known he will ask this. "because they happened before I got here. So they had nothing to do with me."

However, the healer was unsure of the phone numbers’ identities. A voice responded. The voice wasn’t a machine message. “Hello, Dominic? What’s wrong now?” The deep voice of a well-recognized male wolf. Ever since the secret existence of the supernatural condition broke. This voice belonged to Gregory Wolversen, Alpha of the Black River Pack and head of the Toronto Council of Alphas.

Frank Kilburn, Alpha of the Vagas Moon Pack, fumed because for hours now his wolves tried to find some proof that he could use to push the Twilight Wolf Pack and their annoying leader out of a region before they discovered what he was doing. He needed the white wolf back, too.

“No problem. Tomorrow morning, I’ll run with you, brother.” Calder chuckled, catching the guy’s attention. “Oh, sorry. I used to run a marathon. He thinks he can beat me.” “Really?” Califf arched a brow. “Well, we’ll find out soon enough.” “How big is your wolf?” “Yeah, you don’t remember yesterday,” Califf remembered. “He’s an Alpha. His wolf is bigger than any of us. He had the same color as yours, but he had a shiny midnight black coat,” Everlee explained to him.