Naruto Wolf Bloodline Fanfiction Novels & Stories

Shit The trees trembled. My silver eyes I felt it turn to crimson as it locked on his, and the black wolf showed her teeth. “I am a hundredth-generation Gorde Wolf,” she growled underneath each word like a sandpaper scraped at my throat, shattering his command she seemed to loom taller even though he was a foot taller than me. “The last black wolf born. I am bigger, stronger than any alpha, I am the descendant of the Honshu Wolves, powered by the gods themselves,” she roared, her power bringing him to his knees as he groaned in pain, “I wasn’t born to bow to you.”

"Ronan brought him back to the den. The marks faded after an hour, but they were real. I saw them myself." Araya stands. Her wolf surges with protective instinct. "Is he hurt?" "No. He seems fine. Better than fine, actually. Stronger." Lyra meets Araya's eyes. "But whatever power the meditation unlocked, it's nothing I've seen before. Not pure wolf. Not pure Lycan." "Something in between," Araya whispers. Her mind races. The prophecy mentioned bloodlines merging. Wolf, Lycan, Direwolf. But she thought it meant unity between separate beings.

Then he looked away and took a breath, like he was not looking forward to what he planned to say next. “Do you know… anything… about your birth parents?” It was a gut punch. It always was. Anytime someone brought up my biological family, about whom I knew hardly anything. I shook my head and said, “No.” “I don’t know very much about the kind of wolf you are, Yena, but I do know one thing.” “About my blood?” “Yeah,” he said, bringing his eyes back to mine. “This… supposedly extinct kind of wolf was known to have healing abilities. And they were an ancient lineage, the most noble in our world.”

ROSS This is surprising. Darth, my wolf used to be Alex's grandfather? And my grandfather is his wolf now? "Your grandfathers died before you were born, that's why this happened," Elphaba spoke staring at Alex who now had his mouth slightly open. "If you for example leave this world, in the next generation of your bloodline, you will become their wolf." She looked at me and looked back at Alex. "Each of you should be an Alpha. But the Bloodline you have always has a conflict. One is a good leader and the other is cruel."

I felt a shiver run down my spine with her Word's. "What kind of bloodline?" Aria's eyes darted around the cell room, ensuring no one was close to us. "The Blood of the Ancients wolf. It's said to hold the key to unlocking the pack's true potential and also more of his powers." My mind reeled with the implications and also many thoughts. "And you think Alpha Dante wants to claim this female for himself Al alone without crystal getting jealous?" Aria nodded with a grin. "Yes. And I think we're in danger at this point, Lyra. We're not from this pack as you know, and we don't have the same bloodline as them. But...."

I felt a shiver run down my spine with her Word's. "What kind of bloodline?" Aria's eyes darted around the cell room, ensuring no one was close to us. "The Blood of the Ancients wolf. It's said to hold the key to unlocking the pack's true potential and also more of his powers." My mind reeled with the implications and also many thoughts. "And you think Alpha Dante wants to claim this female for himself Al alone without crystal getting jealous?" Aria nodded with a grin. "Yes. And I think we're in danger at this point, Lyra. We're not from this pack as you know, and we don't have the same bloodline as them. But...."

I said sarcastically. Clicking on the other result, there was a picture of red eyes at the top of the page. I shifted in my chair before scrolling down hiding the picture from site. Then started reading, ‘The ancient bloodline has been extinct for over a thousand years. No one knows what that bloodline can do, all that is known is they are the only wolves with blood red eyes and paper white fur. It is said that they can control or destroy Alphas, but these are all speculations, and none has been confirmed. They are the ones that are bound to the Bloodmoon and cannot resist it. They are drawn to it even when their wolf has not awakened yet.’

My steps faltered, but I clenched my fists and whispered, “This isn’t real.” Still, the pain felt real. Thorns cut into my feet as I walked forward through the illusion. A monstrous wolf—bristling with black flames—leapt from the bushes. It was Fenrir, the ancient wolf who fathered Nathaniel’s bloodline. His voice echoed in my mind. You are too small. Too broken. You cannot protect them. I growled, the wolf within me rising. “Watch me.”

I fired at him back. "Wow, it seems our play toy is now strong enough to talk back to its owner," mum said, coming into the room. "Didn't I told you that she has grown wings now?, She had the effrontery to talk back at me simply because the Patriarch family wants you as the next luna of their pack which I'll make sure it's doesn't come to pass not while I'm still on the surface of earth" he said to me holding my chin more tightly, eyes full with rage and hatred his veins are almost popping out of his neck as he speaks with total anger.

"How could you use an illusion to tamper with my white wolf bloodline!" The surrounding pack members began to whisper, some casting doubtful glances. "Is it really black magic?" "How could a white wolf turn into a gray one?" Faced with their doubts, I sneered, and the pressure of my silver wolf erupted from within me. A powerful force swept through the grounds like a tide, stunning everyone into silence. "I am the Alpha's daughter, the noblest bloodline of the Silvermane Pack. What need do I have for black magic?" But Iris had always been skilled at playing the victim.