Story And White Novels & Stories

"Then how do you know what she looks like?" Bailey smiled as she looked down and then back into my eyes, wrapping her arms around her knees. "That's right. I forgot that you haven't heard the stories." A crease formed between my eyes. "What stories?" She shrugged. "The stories of our people." She sighed as she looked out over the stones but saw a time long ago, a time far away. "Long ago, two children were walking in the forest. Night fell, and they became lost. A black wolf came, and the children shivered, sure that they were about to become a meal for the black wolf. But then a huge white wolf came and scared off the black wolf. When he was gone and the children were safe, the white wolf t

It was understandable why Rufus was not in the favor of me just blubbering it all out to Asher. As much as I wanted to, I couldn’t. I could not go up to him and tell him that I was the last of the White Crescents, the royal pack which was wiped out thousands of years ago. Guess it would have to wait till I can train my body enough to bring out my wolf! It was mid-February so the land was covered in snow. As I breathed near the window mist formed on the glass. I traced out with my index finger, W, O, L, F.

It was then he got caught by my Mom to be cheating on her. It was a big blow for my Mom because several times he had promised to end the relationship but only for her to find out after a few months that the mistress was transferred to another house only. I was tired seeing their relationship fall apart. And that is why, here I am in a convent trying to have some peace of mind and saving myself from possible heartaches in the future. I don't believe in fairytales anymore. For lovers, it's only once upon a time they were happy, then they end. So here is my story.

Every candle inside the Hall of Readers reignited by themselves. Thousands. Millions. An endless ocean of golden flames illuminated the darkness. Each flame contained a memory. Each memory belonged to someone whose story had once been erased. Children. Kings. Monsters. Dreamers. Entire civilizations flickered inside the tiny lights. Adrian realized something terrifying. None of those stories had truly disappeared. They had only been waiting. The White Book trembled again. A new sentence slowly appeared. "Every forgotten story remembers its author." The Pen of Endings suddenly flew into Adrian's hand.

"Rachel, I'm sorry. The rebar pierced your body, and the doctor… The doctor had to take a kidney and your womb away. I… I didn't know what else to do…" He struggled to speak, every word sounding like it tore him apart. Then, he whispered a promise. "But I'll stay with you, even if we can't have children of our own. We can adopt."

He looked exactly like the man the stories would call ruthless and I had just put my life and my pack in his hands. And I had heard the stories. Everyone had. Madfang kept to itself and answered to no one and in all my life I had never once heard of them lifting a hand for another pack. They made a point of staying out of other packs' affairs. Whitemane, broken and bleeding and led by a dead Alpha's runaway daughter, was hardly the pack they'd break that rule for. I had nothing to offer him. No leverage. No bargain that would mean anything to a man who already had everything.

I teased with a smile. "Serving my wife is my honor." He sat beside me and pulled me into his arms. "By the way, our scouts reported that they found a mad white fox near the edge of the Mistwood." My hand paused over the book. "Sylvia?" "Mm." Julian toyed with my hair. "I heard she has lost her mind completely. She doesn't even know how to hunt. A few low-level beasts bit off one of her legs, and now she can only survive on carrion."

A hum beneath the quiet. Then Kaela spoke again. “What do you know about the first white wolves?” Lira blinked. “You mean before the Pack Houses? Before the treaties?” Kaela nodded. Lira tilted her head. “Not much. The stories say they were half spirit, half beast. Touched by something divine. Or cursed. Depending on who you ask.” “I keep seeing one,” Kaela said. “Not in the waking world. In my dreams. But it feels... connected. Like I’m watching myself backwards.”

Zeus said to me. "I am not going to mate with a low level Omega that would be bad for my soon to be pack" I said to Zeus. Then quickly pushed him to the back of my mind hushing him up, all of a sudden all my senses were on high alert. I smelt a wolf, I came to a complete stop, and I looked around but couldn't see anyone around me. I slowly crept around to an opening in the woods, that's when I saw the most beautiful white wolf ever seen. she was just laying down beside the pond. Impossible I thought to myself I've never seen a white wolf no one would believe me. "I can not connect with her it's like there's no soul in her, no one to talk to" Zeus said.

I had to get to the bottom of this. “White Wolf, Alpha? Is it possible that it was the white wolf?’ I remember the tales that go on about the last white wolf and the special gift she has. Is that wolf even real? Or just a part of those fables. I sighed, knowing I wasn’t getting anywhere like this. I needed some time alone to think. “Thank you Jacob, you may leave now,” I dismissed him.