Loud House White Hare Novels & Stories

I didn’t appreciate it either, but the stubbornness in her eyes told me already that she won’t give up. ‘Is their any issue?’ seeing how Margaret was hesitating, I couldn’t stop myself from asking, my brows knitted. I don’t know what might come up now. I think I should prepare myself mentally for back to back shocks. ‘The news of Creek Star Pack’s Luna being a White Wolf will soon spread out of the pack; you can’t shut mouth of anyone. I am afraid that if it reached to rogues, they would immediately come after her and her visit to that land might make things worst until we are prepared’ I nodded, getting to where her mind was running.

"I'm not saying I'm the best fighter, but I can do more like this. My name's Bright, by the way. The Hare we are facing might be using some heavy auric magic. He doesn't have a bond, so Nickel might have stolen some of the red gems or - Father of Hares watch over us - the super-powered green ones." "Bright... Yes, you made friends with the pregnant no-furs. Those are my friends and we need to get them out as well. Do you know where they are?" Cook decided that he could be shocked by the no-fur turning into a tiny Hare later. He needed to get this rescue mission underway or they were all screwed.

Notice: Hi. This is the author of “Down the Rabbit Hole”. This is a short notice that everything in this story is purely fictional. All characters, settings, and pieces of information are purely all from the creator’s mind. Others, that you may find similar to what you have seen, you have read, all of those are purely coincidental. All rights reserved. No part of this book may be reproduced or used in any matter without prior notice or permission of the copyright owner. It’s a world of fantasy to be in, and a world where we can runaway, so hold on, Mi Estrellas.

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.

“Feels that way. Unfairly prosecuted. Let me see. What is it?” “Pack Mate. Social Media for shifters.” Magnus rolled his eyes before I could comment. “It’s not what you think.” “Enlighten me.” “Someone from our pack posted that a white wolf was in Quantico.” “Who?” “Hacker knows. Cyrus is dealing with it now.” “Do you know?” “I do. The trail is easy once you know where to look.” “So a single post prompted another pack to try and kidnap me?”

I was a boy—some eleven or twelve years, maybe—with a pair of legs as white as the moon, suspect quaking with only the weight of manifest horror. The air was thick with dampness from the earth, mixed with something sharper, something that spoke of presence: in a far-off corner, a hare was hiding, matted brown fur streaked with dirt and large, wide round eyes that seemed to glint lithely in the darkness. It remained there unmoving, staring at me, the breath shallow, like the angry, heaving of a chest.

All three of them holding hunting rifles. “We’ve just gone out on a hunt,” Prince Julian said. “Yeah, but it wasn’t at all successful,” Prince Nicholas said as he shifted, hiking the gun up from his side and in front of him, across his body. In any other context I would have found it amusing that werewolves were using traditional weapons for hunting. But there was this eerie, unsettling air about them all as they stared at me. Like Helena and the others were looking right through my soul. “Yes, and frankly I’m quite bored,” Princess Helena said with a feigned yawn. “Disappointed too. No meat or trophies to bring back.”

"Everyone knows the Rivera girl is a rare white wolf. Her pups will be top-tier Alphas, every single one. Whoever mates her becomes the future Alpha King." "And look at her—the Moon Goddess must've carved her by hand." "A wolf like that, blood like that, Is Damian insane?" "Poor Rivera girl. Her own mate doesn't even want her." The whispers circled. Everyone was certain I'd name Damian—they'd all seen how badly I'd fallen for him. In my last life, I worshiped Damian as my savior. White wolves are rare, which means my life was never peaceful. I got snatched by rogues once.

Instead, she continued flicking through the stack of papers in front of her. "Wait, what?" Minnow burst out laughing so hard she had to hold her stomach. "Werewolves like in the movies?" She giggled but stopped when everyone stayed quiet and severe looking. "Seriously, wolfmen that run around on two legs? Have you ever caught one? It must be a very slow business." Of course, her being sleep-deprived didn't help as the giggles bubbled up again. Cecil stormed over and grabbed her forcefully by the arm. Minnow gasped as he dragged her across the floor towards a steel door at the back.