How Many Pages Are In White Fang の小説・ストーリー

She yelled at the pain of hearing and feeling her bones break and restructure into the werewolf which she had hidden deep within her. Her skin was thick and wild too, and the moment she lifted her head, her eyes had changed, and her muzzle was large, growling aloud at the Phantom before she rushed after it. She moved at a fast pace, striking the Phantom hard around its jaw and its abdomen, throwing it off the ground with all her strength towards a tree. She growled again in the dead of the night, showing off her feats towards the phantom who had cut it short by getting off its feet and jumping on her.

It was so strong that she couldn't even use her werewolf strength to push it away. She helped Ellie up to the nearest chair before sitting beside her. She took a book out of her bag and opened it. "The only strong creature I know that has green eyes is this." She dropped the book on the table for Ellie to see. "A white wolf?" Ellie asked, looking at the picture in the book. She remembered that she had seen the white wolf picture in one of Alex's books in his study. She remembered that the real white wolf was the only wolf with green eyes, and it was very rare.

Name White, Everleigh Height 5’ Birthday 20 March, 2002 Age shifted 13 Color of wolf White Parents Alpha Paul and Luna Tessa White Siblings Soon to be Alpha Tristin (twin) Mate Does not have one Pack affiliation Blue Moon Pack Title in pack Slave The report I got was basic family and pack information. I spent 20 minutes reading. The last few pages were notes on her hospital stays. The more I read it the worse my temper got. How can a family of any title treat a child like that? On more than one occasion she ended up in the infirmary on the brinks of death. The had tortured her so severely that the doctor had to do a blood transfusion to get the silver out of her system. Reading this made me

"That's not what I mean, Layla, and you know it." She stands quietly beside me as Marian, Jackson, and two hundred and fifty wolves walk toward the packhouse. I ask Lea, “How many warriors, females, and pups?” “One hundred and fifty warriors, eighty females, thirty pups.” The wolves show me their necks as soon as they see me; I nod and walk amongst them, inhaling their scent. The warriors step back when I approach; the females are scared, the pups curious. I rub my forehead; Zach's mind links to mine.

What color would her fur be? Lia positioned herself on the carpet about six feet from him, arms at her sides, a naked goddess with her lustrous mane of hair and her hazel eyes flecked with gold. She looked at him for a long moment then closed her eyes, let out her breath, and began to turn in a circle. Yes, it was exactly as it had been with Mike, the air around spinning. As she moved faster, the air became a blur, a thick cloud surrounding her until suddenly it stopped, fell away, and Riley gasped. A gorgeous white wolf stood in her place, with a sculptured head and a majestic body.

'Alpha, are you already awake? The White Wolf has crossed our pack border again last night and this morning.' The border patrol passes the latest reports to me in the mind link. At my command, they once again had to turn a blind eye to this wolf who goes in and out of the pack at will, an unusual privilege for non-pack members. They are clearly irritated about this happening, have often complained about this order, wanting to imprison her. But I forbade it expressly. Whoever dares even touch a hair on her beautiful head risks public execution, that is my inexorable rule.

The pages smelled exactly how they looked. Old. Ancient. I carefully turned the first page. And froze. A picture stared back at me. A wolf stood atop a mountain. Silver fur. It was massive and majestic. But what caught my attention wasn't the wolf. It was the tail. Bright red fire blazed behind it. Not fur. Flames. Actual flames. My pulse quickened. I kept reading. Page after page. Story after story. History. Legends. Warnings. Prophecies. Most of it I already knew.

My heart quivered with every new word I read written on the pages. EXPERIMENT 98. EXPERIMENT 99. To complete this experiment, the child must survive the first stages. I furrowed my brows, flicking through the pages. It was a thick pile and pictures that disturbed me, especially a picture of a snow white wolf growling at the camera. Behind her, was a bundled up baby that must be hers given how protective she is of it. Thr next page, however, made me stiffen. I glued my eyes to the picture, and read the paragraph written just below it.

Its fur was blonde like mine with piercing green eyes. Soon enough, my wolf howled as loudly as I could. Hugo had told me through the mind-link that there were 50 middle-class vampires and 15 high-class vampires seen, which was a lot compared to the Bloody Fangs warriors who were only 30 in comparison. I wasn't worried. We warriors were trained for this very moment. Fight to our death was our motto. I could see that the vampires were trembling in fear as the Bloody Fangs in the wolves' forms rushed to attack them. To be honest, staying out of the battlefield had made me rather bored. Going against these weak vampires who wanted to take away my wife fired me up.

Nuala hunched her shoulders with fear "Stay back! I'm on your side" She put her arms out and palms forward. She realized this particular wolf looked familiar, till she remembered she had a vision of an ash wolf attacking her. The wolf immediately started running towards her as she shifted out of the way. Nuala's eyes widened and her brows lifted as she understood the wolf really wanted to hurt her.