Story And White Novels & Stories

alpha Rowan says, he looked ruffed up, he had a big bite over his neck, and my eyes kept going back to that point on his neck. The two alphas sat next to each other on one side and I sat on the opposite one, I kept avoiding their eyes, worried that I won't be in trouble now. "Have you ever heard about white wolves?" alpha Aiden asks me and I shake my head no. "Verbal answers please," alpha Rowan order me. "Okay, haven't heard," I say in a mumbling voice. "White wolves are the rarest wolves out there, some people don't believe they exist, do you know how many there are out in the world?" alpha Aiden asks me and I shake my head no.

*Quinn* Ingrid's wolf stalks forward, every muscle in her body taut like a predator about to pounce on the prey. 'Her wolf, that isn't possible.' My wolf Maddox says, and he's right. It's not possible. The legends about white wolves are just that. Legends. Myths. They go back further than anyone knows, but I've never seen one or met anyone that has come into contact with a white wolf. I never would of thought the stories were true, but here I am, seeing it with my own eyes.

She arrives at Mina’s room and the girl brightens when she sees her. Mina gestures for Iris to come closer and she does. Iris sits at the table beside her, setting the plate carefully on the table among the numerous drawings. Mina points at one. “My mom has told me the story about the legendary white wolf! Have you heard of it, Iris?” Iris shakes her head. She remembers some rumors about royal blood lines and how the Lycans are said to have a special white wolf that is even more powerful. But she never cared for the specifics. She wasn’t Lycan so there was no reason for it to affect her.

Chad’s pov A white wolf... She was a white wolf. I couldn’t believe I rejected a white wolf. Who would have thought that her wolf, of all wolves, would be white? Ever since I found out that she was one, I regretted my rejection. Alana was fine. She lacked experience in the office but was spectacular in bed. I didn’t mind having her. But a white wolf? Being mated to one was a dream. White wolves were the most special since they were so rare. I heard that the royals were all white, but we only heard stories about them. By the time I started to walk, they were all killed. Few white wolves still lived in the north, but they didn’t have special powers like the royals. Either way, white wolves wer

I told him the truth and started chopping the veggies. ''Which book did you read about white wolves?" he asked me. "The legend of the white wolf and the curse on the moon goddess. Although I have not completed it, I did read a few pages in which it is clearly written that white wolves are extinct," I explained, and he nodded.

"Now start yapping or else I'm having barbequed Wolf for dinner." "Alright! Alright! I'll talk! They're up in a cave at the top of these mountains. The entrance is hidden, too high for normal hikers to find, and the caves run deep enough for us to hide in!" White blabbered out, his eyes fixated on the flame. He continued spilling his guts to Sidney to the point that he was confessing to crimes ranging from killing humans during the pack hunts on the full moon to being the second gunman on the grassy knoll. "Is that everything?" Sidney asked with a snarl, jerking the lighter towards White's face.

“No matter what you do, don't let my brother find out what happened between us. I will never forgive you in the same way that I did the rest of you.” “Remember that I am not the same person I was when you gang raped me. I am Violet now, the woman you bow to, the woman capable of resurrecting you, the white witch, as they call me. But let me assure you, they may call me the white witch, but I'm not that kind, so don't get on my nerves.”

The air became silent, and still, no one moved. It had been the talk for the past few days. Something from the past had returned. Something with perilous intent for all of mankind. Her father's soldiers had been sent forth across the sea to battle these things, these whispers, and while everyone was scared to say it, they knew it was a failed voyage, and none of those men were fated to return. Not with the bodies the waves kept washing daily to the coast. The soldiers had been graced with the powers of the Whites, an untold force that was meant to keep them alive, but no one believed that was even a thing. Because they hadn't seen it used. But hell was about to break loose. And this danger,

He asked. She stared back at him, confused. Wasn’t that reason enough? Why was he staring at her like he was amazed? “Today, I will tell you a secret,” he said, his gaze hardening, making her anxious. Rising to his feet, Mr. White walked over and leaned against the edge of the table beside her. “I was born with a dead wolf.” Elsa’s mouth parted, her eyes widening in utter shock. Mr. White? The alumnus rumored to have single-handedly beaten the strongest wolf in his set… had a dead wolf?

"What do you guys want to talk about? I think we still have twenty more minutes, and I've stated enough about my friend." "Got any stories to tell? I think I'm fed up with the love story of a water fairy," Jai said, looking at the sky. Darrion laughed loudly after Jai said that. "Hmm... What about the Tale of the White Lady?" Naoki offered. "The White Lady?" Jai asked. "What kind of story is that? I've never heard of it," Darrion added.