Bluestar X Yellowfang Novels & Stories

Zenya nursed Alba's cubs because her own child was killed by the same cats who took Alba's life. Zenya and Nicolas were the first cross-mated beastkind. Her child, Jaime Ivan, was the first born without a human donor and also the first double shifter. Zenya looked forward to seeing Mandy, a wolf, who was now pregnant by and mated to a bear. The two women would have a lot to talk about. The Kodiak turned his hulking body and left without another word. "How is everyone holding up?" Nicolas's words entered their minds.

My teeth are still white, the same as the pups. Rogues are usually yellow fangs. The very few strong ones capable of destroying entire packs are blue, making them highly dangerous. But that wasn't a problem. The Nightingale pack had two blue fangs- taking it down wouldn't be a problem. "This battle is going to be intense." Frey chirped, as excitement coursed through me. Watching the warriors battle was the highlight of my day. I leaned forward, observing the rogue's movements closely. It was strong, but clumsy due to the injury on its front legs. I predicted the warriors would target its front legs to bring it down, but the rogue knew that as well, and would probably be on guard.

Martin replied. "Really?" "She was always yours" Martin replied and Starr quickly hugged him. "I was so scared, I thought I'd lose her, I almost killed myself, Martin, almost" he cried and Martin smiled, patting him. "I'm sorry, your mumsinnedn but I hated you, forgive me, best friend," Martin said and Starr broke the hug. They smiled at each other with teary faces and hugged again. "Bluey is leaving tomorrow," Martin said. "To where?"

His eyes were glowing in anger. "Why are you here?" He questioned but he got no response from the other person. "Leave, now is not a good time." He said through gritted teeth, but he got no response still. Xander was on the verge of losing it. He took big strides to where the person was standing. His blue eyes have turned yellow, an indication that Bardulf is in control.

9 ] [Gained Fire-based Affinity] [Gained Soul-Armas (Weapon-Grade): Enraged Blade] - - - [~Spite Deer Killed~] [Gained Soul Crystal +1 ] [Gained Saturation Points +0.8 ] [Gained Fire-based Affinity] - - - Fang kept killing random beasts that came their way while Creed tracked off the exit and paths along with protecting the egg. Though Fang offered him to kill some beasts and gain saturation points, Creed refused. He intentionally let Fang kill all the beasts while he kept hogging all the Soul Crystals in exchange.

Scott urges. "Gerard rules the Blackfang Wastelands with blood," I say, hesitating. "We have no alliance with him. I fear—" "Do not fear," Scott boasts. "The Whittemore pack has favor with the old rogue." Meanwhile, down at the gates of the Silver Fang Healing Center, Derek steps off his horse. "You bastard, halt!" Talia Argent stands there with Liam Raeken. Liam is holding a massive silver hunting blade, pointing it right at Derek's throat.

Lyra gasped. The creature barely looked like a normal wolf anymore. Its fur was dark gray and patchy in places, muscles unnaturally large beneath scarred skin. Its eyes glowed a sick reddish color while saliva dripped from enormous fangs. Bloodfang. The rogue snarled violently at Kael before its eyes shifted toward Lyra. And smiled. Not humanly. Worse. Like the beast recognized her. Kael moved first. His blade flashed silver through the darkness so fast Lyra barely saw it.

Kaelin interrupted, voice like a blade sliding out of its sheath, “and I’ll show you exactly where your tongue goes.” Galen’s mouth snapped shut. Serna leaned over the table until her shadow swallowed him. “Legally, Aziel Ironfang and Lyra Blue Moon are co-rulers by right of mating bond, recognized by every ancient law from the Moon Accords to the Blood Pact of 312. The second anyone says different, they’re declaring war on both kingdoms. And I will burn their bloodlines off the face of the continent. Are we crystal?” Galen nodded so fast he nearly head-butted the table.

Measured, cold and waiting. And in the silence after Xander left the room, Xavier Wolfgang placed his hand once more against the humming stone wall. The vibration beneath his palm was faint. But it was growing. Bloodfang. This time, he would not strike in anger. He would wait and he would be ready.

Just a circle of ancient stone pillars and me, panting, dripping sweat, clutching a shadow flower like it was a grenade with the pin already pulled. Blue planted herself in front of me, wings flaring, smoke curling from her nostrils. I put a hand on her neck. “It’s okay, girl. I’ve got this.” I was lying, I absolutely did not have this. “One.” They stepped into the clearing together. Zaiden on the left, shirt gone, chest streaked with dirt and someone else’s blood, and eyes pure molten gold. Zyran on the right, equally shirtless, frost crawling over his shoulders like living armor, eyes black ice and burning.