Novel & Cerita Naruto Wolf Bloodline Fanfiction

“Silver Veil Syndrome. It affects pups born from rejected bonds. The wolf spirit fades without both bloodlines connected. The cure is simple but cruel.” He unfolds the papers with shaking hands. “What cure?” “Your blood.” He looks up sharply. “What?” “She needs transfusions. Weekly. Until her wolf stabilizes.” His jaw flexes. “And you came here to what, take my blood and disappear again?” “Yes.” He stares at me for a long time. “You planned to let me think she never existed.” “She was better off that way.” His expression hardens. “You think I would have ignored her?”

Mom, Dad she called out slowly to them moving close in their direction. By the time she found them they had already transformed into werewolves it's wasn't easy, controlling them as wolves, to make them go under the basement, she tried all she could but failed then she said to them, "I don't care how aggressive you are towards me, you know you can't hurt me because I am also a young wolf, just like you are a werewolf from one pack, I can control you, as been a young she-wolf, I will do anything to make sure you don't cause any harm to others."

An image that made Jade shiver as she looked over her shoulder. A white wolf with all his fur dirty and full of blood. And this same wolf growled showing all its teeth. Jade tried to get up; to escape him but the nails on her back broke both her skin and her clothes. Blood soon soaked through the fabric earning a groan from the human. -Let go of me- as soon as the words left her mouth, blood gushed from her wounded tongue. -Damn rat- The wolf's teeth dug into her shoulder, ripping through the flesh. Jade screamed, -I'm going to devour you and crush your damn bones-

"What if I told you, there is a wolf that could help you fight the elders and win?" My wolf purrs in interest. "How so?" "She's a blood healer, a perfect match for any wound by just injecting her blood into your body. She can heal you in battle, you and your army of rogues." I snarl a laugh. "I heard the stories and the gossip, Luna reject. I don't doubt that it isn't a useful power but by your smell, I know what clan you come from, even before trying to rope in an Alexander clan mutt to mate with. You are the same thing as this other wolf you speak of, so why not I take you and just leave it at that?"

I show him the run, the walking up to the house as I find the girl holding Tabitha hostage whilst I thought little Arlo was cradled to her chest. Then the fight, Dane coming in as a white wolf. Yes, white fucking Wolf, glowing aluminous green at the very tips of his fur as the moon shon down on him. I question him, asking why he hadn’t mentioned Dane was a white Wolf. Why he hadn’t revealed that he was of the same bloodline and very similar to Lilith. Because he is, isn’t he? White wolves are apparently all derived from two blood lines and only occur once every few decades.

Curious onlookers crowded the entrance. Noah chuckled as he spat the blood from his mouth on the floor. "Now her Beta is doing your dirty work!" he taunted. "It merely demonstrates your lack of worth for her." Nic let go of Levi, and he leaped forward, his hands already balled into fists, but this time a brown-headed wolf stepped in, catching Nic. "Let me have him," Nic roared, throwing punches in Noah's direction. "You better f*ck off now," the brown-headed wolf told Noah. "I will not be able to keep him restrained much longer."

"Easy, they threatened Chaos, and I decided to end them. I raised him. He may not be my blood, but he's my son in every other sense of the word. Lucy knew that, aiming to raise my anger. So I took her fucking head. The speed, it's a perk of being a Fenrir bloodline wolf, blessed with the power of the god inside my veins. Drink?" I asked, grabbing for the bourbon to pour it into my glass as he stared at me.

I watch Orion’s face as it shifts from shock to anger. “How dare you, Juniper,” he snarls. “Oh, come on, this isn’t even most daring thing I’ve said today,” I mutter, lifting my soup to my lips and taking another long sip. “That is my lineage you’re talking about!” “Oh, what the fuck even is a lineage, anyway?” I snap, wiping at my mouth with the side of my hand. “I come from a lineage of wolves that take thrones when they see them recklessly mismanaged –“

I watched with a combination of love and confusion as he deftly pushed it away to reveal his blue-green eyes, stern with revelations. “Olivia,” he continued, “the Ancient Wolf is from a long, meandering bloodline. All of us have droplets of the first Ancient Wolf’s blood in us; it’s how we became who we are, after all. But some people have… more of it. For some, the bloodline is more direct.” “So you’re saying…” Nathan nodded. “It’s very likely that you’re a direct descendant of the Ancient Wolf. What do you know about your lineage?”

“Because killing him will be a mistake you’ll regret. Let me handle this.” I moved swiftly toward Ronan, who tensed as I approached. With precise calculation, I grabbed a clean blade, nicking my palm just enough to draw blood. I pressed my blood against his arm, murmuring an ancient, instinctive binding—a pact of protection, a blood debt. Instantly, a pulse of recognition hit me. The wolf bond flared, stronger, undeniable. My instincts screamed at me, energy surging through my body, linking me to him in ways I couldn’t yet comprehend.