Black Spy Vs White Spy Novels & Stories

“You’ve blinded yourself with love, Alpha. He was Crescent’s spy once who's to say he hasn’t slipped again?” Arden’s blade gleamed beside Ethan’s. “You forget,” Arden said coldly, “that this ‘spy’ bled to save your peace.” The room held its breath. And then Silas spoke. Silas’s POV “I won’t apologize,” he said, voice clear. “Not for who I am. Not for where I came from.” He stepped forward, past Ethan’s arm. “But if anyone wants to test whether I’m still a spy… come try me. I dare you.”

It was the mark of a white wolf, with an eagle in one corner. It was a completely different mark. Seeing it, Aaradhya said, "Yes, it was that mark." Then Adi told Aaradhya, "This mark is the mark of a very intelligent spy. They gather information just like us, and when a high-risk case comes, these people are sent in last."

His eyes flashed yellow as his wolf pressed close to the surface. Cole's own fangs dropped in response. His eyes went completely black, the Beta power rolling off him in waves that made even me take a step back. The difference in their strength was obvious. Brennan might have numbers and righteous anger on his side, but Cole was Beta for a reason. "You want to try that again?" Cole asked, voice calm despite the predator holding Brennan against the wall. Brennan's wolf immediately backed down, recognizing a superior opponent. His fangs retracted, though his breathing remained ragged.

Looking closer, he saw that each of the men had viper tattoos on different parts of their body. “Jamal can you see this? These men are from the Colombian cartel.” “Yes they are.” Jamal replied in agreement. There was a rap on the van’s door, which Jamal opened to let Maggie and Justin in. “SWAT team are few minutes out.” Maggie announced immediately she entered the cramped vehicle. Looking at his wrist watch, Bryan saw that the time was 7:25am. “Since the men are already set, it’s safe to assume that the handoff will happen in the next five minutes. Put on your bullet proof vests and get your firearms.”

Lacey's POV: I have been at the beautiful pond for about an hour. While I am laying down by the pond enjoying the peace and quiet, all of a sudden my senses are alerted when I hear a twig snap in the woods around me. I look around but see nothing but something is telling me someone is watching me, I decide its better for me to head back to the pack house. it's rare to see a white wolf and I don't need any extra attention, it's bad enough I am the pack slave, everyone thinks I'm an omega low level wolf, everyone thinks I am trash, but nobody knows I'm of the Alpha blood line. my birthday is in a week, and I plan on leaving when I turn 18, and nobody can stop me.

“Look at yourself, you filthy bastard. You are good for nothing without your Gift of the Hunter, without it you are nothing. You didn't deserve my fidgety redhead to be your Liara. It's meant for me... "S-b-bitch," John snarled, furious to the limit. The body rapidly began to change, there was a slight crunch of bones, and after a couple of moments in a clearing illuminated by the light of the moon, a silver-white wolf with bright blue eyes stood. The men who were standing near the scene of the fight exhaled in unison and leaned back, especially Steve, who was standing very close to his friend and partner. Dangerous. Yes, that's exactly what Black was now, baring sharp and long fangs. But th

He was in a black cape that covered most of his features, except his lips and the lower part of his face. Ghost usually used werewolves from other allied packs to do his dirty work, as they could blend in easily. Lycan spies could easily and instinctively be detected by werewolves, but they have the huge advantage of shifting to their most powerful form at will, so they were best for fast, hard and violent missions. More deceptive and sneaky missions suited werewolf spies better. From the thick woods lining the border, another shadowy figure emerged. It had an identical black cape on, but the difference was that it revealed nothing. Not even the lower part of the face.

Warriors stood guard, their weapons drawn, ready to strike at the first sign of resistance. "You’ve already lost," Boris said, his voice calm yet deadly. "The only thing left is how much you want to suffer before you tell us what we want to know." The spy glared at him, refusing to speak. I stepped forward, crossing my arms. "You sabotaged our supplies. You leaked our plans to the enemy. And for what? Money? Power?" A smirk played at the spy’s lips. "You have no idea what’s coming," he said softly. "This war is bigger than you think."

Soheila glanced at Little Black who suddenly shouted. Little Black stared at his Master with his big black eyes. “Master! Why didn't we know about him and he's a fricking White Tiger?!” He pointed at White Tiger. “I thought the three of us were only your spirit beasts!” Soheila chuckled. “Technically, Firezha and White Tiger are my only spirit beasts. You and Sylvie are not spirit beasts, Little Black.” Sylvie who had been calm had her eyes widened when she heard her master.

After a lot of internal deliberation, Logan decided to wait for the person to come back, then capture the person and demand information. He pointed the flashlight back up and continued looking at the rest of the inscriptions and drawings. The rest of the writings looked ancient and foreign, like Sanskrit, Logan thought. On the other hand, the rest of the drawings were very easy to decipher. They depicted several battles between the rogue wolf pack and other packs, usually ending in the pack's surrender. However, some drawings depicted a strange wolf. This wolf stood out from the others because it was drawn with white paint. The first few drawings of the white wolf showed it walking with two