Is Jiraiya The White Fang Romane & Geschichten

Which is why Albus got away with calling the alpha rabbit food. "Come on alpha!, why so glum?" Albus asked. Legolas growled, pulling the covers over his head and hoping that would get Albus the hint to get lost. It didn't. Nothing to get the ball of energy out of the room unless his mate called him. Perks of being a white wolf. Something very rare. White wolves weren't affected by the alpha's command since they were descendants of the moon goddess.

Yifa nodded while waiting for Black to continue whatever he was saying. "A white wolf," He finally said while looking at Yifa with pity because he knew, he knew that Yifa was a white wolf and the only key to Killian san's freedom. It was her or Killian .

She only used her resurrection powers because it is automatic. What he didn’t tell them was that if the White Pheonix exist than so does the White Tiger, he is the complete opposite of the Pheonix who represent everything that is pure and good the White tiger is a everything that is evil and bad. They are what the humans would call the ying and yang of the universe. That would explain why Trixie was always bubbly happy and would get physical sick when she is around sadness and why she made it her mission rid the world of evil people. He wouldn’t tell them about the White Tiger no one knows where he or she is.” Soko said, shrugging his shoulders. “Listen, when I tell you I’m tired I’m tired.

I was confused to what happened. “Ri- Riri! What- What happened?” I look at Vlash to see him coming towards me holding his blue robe as he slides it on my shoulders covering my nakedness. The white furry creature growls and begins to wag its head making his long furs on his head moves. We look at it, it is the same size, feature and body with that monster I was fighting but this time its color is white, golden eyes, a symbol like of the symbol we usually see that indicates fire right on its forehead and he really look like a big lion.

However, they collapsed after only a few steps. "Hmph, do you know why it's called Drunken Passersby? No one who walks in can remain standing!" Fifi said proudly. She had bitten her tongue, and the intense pain allowed her to regain control of her lips. "Is that so? In that case, let me show you the power of Lord Yama!" After he said that, the white wolf entered the backyard. White mist emanated from its mouth as it approached Fifi, making it difficult for her to remain conscious.

All I have is the katana and dad’s dagger, while Restia has mom’s scythe with her. Initially, we are going in by ourselves… but Fenrir’s daughter didn’t listen to my suggestion. She insists on bringing us to The White Snake territory herself… and now this happens. The snow leopards may be smaller in size comparing to the Fenrir wolves… but their ice magic is absurdly superb enough to have power on par with the Fenrir wolves. As for their temper… I hope the snow leopard queen’s character would be better than Alpha Fenrir… Is there anything I can do…?

The elders gasped. Servants exchanged terrified looks. Even Lucifer looked shocked. Only Fuji seemed strangely interested. Sam stared at her father. Surely she had heard wrong. Surely he couldn’t be serious. “Who?” Apo’s expression remained firm. “Froz White Fang.” The name spread through the room like poison. Whispers immediately followed. “The Ice Alpha…” “The White Fang heir…” “The cold-blooded one…” “The monster…” Sam had heard the stories. Everyone had. Froz White Fang.

Unlike many regular wolves, her wolf had pure white fur and she wasn't just any type of wolf but an Eurasia, also known as the Kazakhstan with pure white fur that sometimes looked like it had a thick grey on it. Damien had not changed to his wolf form yet but mere looking at her form, he could tell Kira was a very powerful wolf. As for Kira, she couldn't bring herself to be bothered by his sluggishness and instead of waiting on him, she moves to attack and when the rogues notice she was coming at them, two of them rush towards her and try to hit her from both sides but Kira is quick to move out of their way and before Damien could understand what was happening, she had brutally murdered both

The fur that adorned my wolf's form was not just any color—it was a pure, pristine white. Whispers rippled through the pack, carried on the wind like a sacred secret revealed. The legend of the white wolf echoed in their murmurs, a tale passed down through generations. It was said that a white wolf possessed a unique power, a healing ability that transcended the bounds of ordinary werewolves. They were believed to be chosen, destined to bring solace and aid to those in need.