Okay... I was gonna wait, but I got way too excited after getting the cover for Book III, so I made an executive decision to post the prologue a bit early.
BLVCK WOLVES Season 2 Book III is currently under production and has a projected release for Fall 2026.
Stay tuned, mage knight...
RIOT GANG
BLVCK WOLVES III
After saving the Valley Kingdom twice, Greed and the Black Wolves are finally recognized as heroes. Granted leadership over an elite squad, Greed sets out on a critical mission to retrieve the powerful Zion Orb from the abandoned capital of Lys Anima, alongside his closest allies—Ryo, Snow, Rex, and Zeno.
What begins as a flawless operation quickly turns catastrophic when they are confronted by Leon, a mysterious and overwhelming opponent who defeats them effortlessly and claims the Orb. In the aftermath, Snow, Rex, and Zeno are killed—by the very man Greed once promised to return home.
Shattered by loss, guilt, and failure, Greed falters. Ryo rises in his place, managing to recover their fallen comrades, but at the cost of the mission—and the Orb. As if fate hadn't dealt enough, two Apostles emerge, pushing Ryo beyond his limits and forcing an awakening of power that still proves futile.
In the end, Greed's own awakened power resurfaces, concluding the tragedy with the Orb lost, three friends dead, and Ryo left on the brink of death.
Broken and unconscious, Greed is taken by an unknown figure—someone who reveres him and the Black Wolves—taking them back to the Valley.
… But first…
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**Somewhere unknown**
"Brother has survived this Trial as well..." a slithering voice said.
"Poor boy... Not to worry, big sis will be with you soon," another seductive voice added.
"Oh! Can I eat his friends!?" a starving one interjected.
"Gluttony... at least let him burry them first," the seductive implied.
"No fun..." Gluttony replied. "I don't like dirt."
"Well while you dig his friend's graves," the slithering one said to her then turned his attention to the other mature, seductive one, "and you fuck your brother, Lust..."—turning away from them both—"I will pay their little abode a visit... again."
As he said this, the male stood in the spotlight of the dark room the three of them occupied. His hair was long and gray, and his eyes were a deep maroon. He wore a tight cropped shirt and black stirrup tights as he walked barefoot ahead of the other two: Gluttony and Lust who still remained in the dark. For a male, he appeared to have feminine features.
Behind them was an empty throne. A throne where their Lord sits, but was not currently present…
"The Lord is not here, but he did say 'let him face another Trial' before we pay him a visit. I think this is fair ground to cross into." He said lastly.
"Oh! Can we come Envy?" Gluttony asked like she was salivating at the thought.
"No. Just me. Besides," he said, turning his head to them in the shadows. His eyes reflected a seething, pent up emotion, "I want to beat Wrath to it. I know he got word of this too and will likely be breaking out of Tartarus soon. Since we are closer, and free... I will go first."
"Technically, you are the second... Pride was the first since he invaded the Valley," Lust said slyly.
"No one asked for your opinion, shit-hag. Why don't you touch yourself in the corner whilst thinking about brother and I head on my way?" Envy teased.
"Oh, Envy... I already do that..." Lust said, making even him feel uncomfortable from the thought. "But you have fun now."
He rolled his jaw as he pondered his response, then said, "I think I'm done here... Don't let Gluttony bring any more dead Grade 1's here, please... the place wasn't meant to be a graveyard for the beasts," Envy said lastly before heading off and leaving both Lust and Gluttony to their own devices.
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**LeHarla. Night**
Somewhere in the alleyways of this factory town. The sole graffiti of a phrase was layered over the rest. It was written in red and from far away, it just looked like sections and slabs of other graffiti on this decorated wall.
As a possumrat scurried away, it hit a lamp thought to be forever broken, startling a homeless man sleeping in the area.
"Goddamn possumrats…" he grumbled, taking the empty flask that he held on to like a precious heirloom, and raised it to his mouth, "Stupid possumrats…" as only air and dust met his lips.
The light from the lamp flickered and stayed on for only a few seconds, once again startling the derelict. And when he looked up to witness the red graffiti on the wall in front of him, he read the words out loud as if he knew the meaning; fear stained his tongue as he said,
"Riot is coming…"