Is Jiraiya The White Fang Novels & Stories

I was able to control my anger, more like Seraphina’s anger. “Hey Remi, who’s your new friend?” The red head asked as she hung off of MY mate. “This is Riley RedFang. Riley, this is my brother, Rylen and his girlfriend, Stephanie.” Remi introduced. “RedFang? As in RedFang Defense?” Rylen asked. “The one and only, my dad is the head honcho.” I smirked. “WOW!” Remi said with wide eyes. “A real badass?” She said in awe. I shrugged at her.

He does not realize the danger of being a white wolf. " Yes, you are right." She took her feet off the table and straightened up her posture. " Mercedes is the descendant of the legendary white wolf. I can dare say she is the only one of her kind." Speaking of his mate, Felix's attention was fully caught and he was attentively listening. A playful Alexa is annoying, but a serious Alexa has something important to say. That is what Felix learned over the years of knowing her. And right now the important matter regarded his mate.

Lotanni was the first to give the full rundown on Lysar's team. Of course she was. If there was gossip, she'd find it faster than a scent-hound on heat. "Three mages, four werewolves," she muttered while checking the straps on her gear. "One of the werewolves is royalty. The prince from the Southern Fang. Has a stupidly forbidden crush on Lysar." Nyomei raised a brow. "That arrogant one who walks like his back’s too stiff for his own head?"

burning you? He looks at me shocked and then to Jess’s wolf who looks just as surprised. Lily looks over to me and I am shocked at his next words. “You mean Alpha didn’t tell you already? Members of the SilverFang pack...we are immune to silver.”

Tahr She'll return soon. She is mine and will not be able to stay away. Plus she has nowhere to go. I will give her this time of adjustment because I need time to think too. I'm still in shock that she transcended. Even more so that she's yellow. It makes no sense. She should be silver like me-majestic silver to represent the royal silver dragons. Bastian's mate is red and Laryn's is blue-end of story. Or it should be. My mate is yellow.

But the aura coming out of her speaks she is not ordinary. The legendary white wolf! My eyes widen when the realization dump on me. I know Cailly has a white fur, but it is not as pure as this one has. She used to have a white-silvery gray fur which very stunning each time I look at her but the wolf in front of me is as pure as the clouds in the sky. I unconsciously lower my head for submission. Who will ever denied her power? I am not stupid. The wolf walk towards me as I heard a bones breaking, lifting my gaze to her, I was met by a pair of gold eyes, white haired tall man. Wait! The white wolf is a man?!

I wasn't able to think properly due to the amount of rage that had consumed me. My wolf who had gone missing was now back equally furious. She clawed at the barriers, demanding release to unleash the seething heat within. I yielded without hesitation, granting her control as she surged forth, a relentless force of primal fury. I shifted into my wolf Riyaga. With her snow-white fur, blue eyes, and a crescent on her forehead, she looked regal. She had an unhealed scar spanning her neck which she'd earned while fighting a group of rogues.

Mira clawed at her throat, her eyes wide, terrified, her fingers scraping at nothing as the invisible force tightened around her neck. Rowan lifted his other hand to finish it, and that’s when it happened. A flash of white. No, it wasn't white. It was blinding, holy even and almost impossible. It erupted right in front of Rowan, exploding outward like a star being born. Every warrior, every puppet, every creature on the field cried out and shielded their eyes. I fell onto my hands as the world turned winter white. “What…?!” Rowan snarled, stumbling back. The light reached my skin, warm, and familiar, and I just knew who it was.

It was the white tiger—one of the Four Celestials. Compared to the white tiger statue at the staircase entrance, this living beast radiated far greater menace. Its murderous gaze was filled with cold calculation. When its gaze swept over Aria and Landon, there wasn't a trace of warmth, as though it were staring at two corpses. Its very presence carried the unyielding authority of its bloodline. Aria's pupils constricted. "The white tiger. It's one of the Four Celestials, but why is it here?"

I don’t want any powers! ‘Kaist,’ the brown wolf, growled, ‘you have to accept the truth! You have powers! It is your birthright as a Shadow Rune wolf!’ ‘I-I am not a Shadow Rune wolf! I am a White Fang wolf!’ ‘No, you are a Shadow wolf! You cannot escape who you are!’ ‘I don’t want to! I don’t want you to be my wolf! I don’t want two wolves!’ The brown wolf was furious. He was twice my size at that age. He started to pounce at my weak and small body.