Naruto Wolf Bloodline Fanfiction Novels & Stories

he said quietly. Amara frowned slightly. “What does that have to do with me?” Lucian looked at her then. Directly. Intensely. “Everything.” Her stomach dropped instantly. No. Nope. She already hated where this was going. Lucian opened the journal carefully before turning several pages. “These records describe old bloodlines.” Amara crossed her arms. “Okay…” “Most wolf bloodlines are ordinary,” he continued calmly. “Different strengths. Different abilities. But still normal.” “And mine isn’t.”

Her mind was busy twining the red threads between all the shreds of evidence that she encountered to get more clarity. “White Female Wolf?” Sonya rubbed her forehead as she folded her two arms on the table and her eyes kept staring at the computer screen. “Mum said…the white wolf blood…” Sonya bit her lower lip. ‘Is it possible that the wolf blood that I inherit is the female lineage of wolf blood?’

My wolf became so restless, trying to come out, as anger burned up in me, hot enough to cook a meal. The howling of my wolf made him halt, he looked at me, with pleading eyes. I wondered why that was. Until, "he's got the Alpha's blood in her already. A different kind of alpha! Maybe Alpha Grey transferred some of his powers to her." I heard him say in his mind as I listened to his thoughts. It has been quite some time since I mindlinked someone, and it's been a while as well since I listened to someone's thoughts. My wolf.

My wolf became so restless, trying to come out, as anger burned up in me, hot enough to cook a meal. The howling of my wolf made him halt, he looked at me, with pleading eyes. I wondered why that was. Until, "he's got the Alpha's blood in her already. A different kind of alpha! Maybe Alpha Grey transferred some of his powers to her." I heard him say in his mind as I listened to his thoughts. It has been quite some time since I mindlinked someone, and it's been a while as well since I listened to someone's thoughts. My wolf.

I hear pained groans from behind. “Juniper!” Fear seizes me, is she okay? I turn towards the wolf in haste, I have to knock it out, because if I don’t. Neither of us are making it out alive. Dark red eyes stare back at me. Wolves who possess red eyes are of high rank, either born of nobility, or the Alpha bloodline. So, who’s this wolf, obviously of Alpha bloodline and is wandering as a rogue? The wolf growls angrily and steps forward. I am of Alpha bloodline, I have Luna powers. I can possibly take it out.

To stop myself from making a sound, I put my left hand across my mouth and bit hard. Then, the voices came again. This time it echoed chaotically. “Jordan, oh, Jordan. Her blood would make us stronger. Why do you keep stopping us from getting stronger?” “Don’t you dare…” I moaned in affliction. Draco’s laughter echoed. “She’s the Gifted Wolf. A rare breed of wolf… Her blood could make us more powerful. If she falls into the hands of other kinds, she would enhance their powers. She’s our mate…”

But showing we can we can be trusted by bowing our heads slightly. “Lina comes from a bloodline of blessed white wolves. And she is the last one in her bloodline. Lina also has in more than one time communicated with the moon-goddess, who has let her know that she will be the last ever pure white wolf. With that, her powers will be stronger. But Lina doesn’t want to know her powers. She doesn’t want people to see her as a tool or a treat. So in other words, she doesn’t know how to use them. But my guess will be they most likely will try to use her blood to give the son a wolf.”

Without a second thought, the hungry, evil, red-eyed werewolves were met with William’s bravery. On his face, there was no sign of dread. Anger and loathing may be seen in his golden eyes. He was planning his vengeance. He didn’t care if he died right now as long as he could let out the rage that was building up inside him.

I picked the letter back up. "I want you to know about your wolf. It is the most ancient thing in our bloodline. The Volana wolf is not given to wolves who are powerful. It is given to wolves who are meant to change something. Every Volana on record changed the world around her, not through force but through presence. Through refusing to be erased." A pause in the writing here, a slight gap, like she stopped and started again. "Your father thinks blood is power. He is wrong. The blood is just the evidence of the power. The power is you. It has always been you." I read that sentence three times.

I say, my voice carrying that rich, melodic resonance that makes every Northern wolf in the room drop their weapons, their knees hitting the stone in an involuntary, instinctual gesture of base submission. I walk past the line of my vanguard, my bare feet unbothered by the blood on the floor as I ascend the dais. Vance tries to draw his silver dagger, his amber eyes frantic with the realization that his coup has turned into an execution. He lunges toward me, his movements desperate, his pureblood speed a joke against the fully integrated power of my lineage. I don't shift into the wolf. I don't need a beast to break a parasite. I reach out, my charcoal-and-blood-stained hand catching Vance b