The Rise Of The Last White Wolf Novels & Stories

I was living for revenge. I waited until midnight, when the pack village was completely asleep and the patrols were focused on the outer borders. I couldn't leave my brothers here like this. I carried them, one by one, into the deep woods behind our cabin, near the hidden clearing where our parents were buried. I didn't have a shovel. I didn't have any tools. But I didn't need them. As the last surviving White Wolf, a royal lineage of pure power, there was a hidden, monstrous strength buried deep inside me. I fell to my knees in front of my parents' old, overgrown graves and began to dig into the earth with my bare hands.

And I sat in the chair opposite the steward, because I had decided that if I was going to be hunted, I would at least be the one asking the questions. "Mr. Cooper," I said. "Last night at eleven-forty, you were in your office." His smile arrived half a second too late. "A routine inventory, Luna." His heart didn't change. Smooth. Regular. Rehearsed. "The east wall was short four sentries last night," I said. "They were relieved at eleven-forty by a sealed order. That's how a starving wolf climbed a tower in front of sixty windows without anyone raising an alarm."

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.

Forty-five minutes later, in the squeaky clean, dimly lit library, Martha had the Book of Shifters in her hands, sitting by the vast center table, and found the page where they spoke of a white wolf. She laid the huge book on the table. The bottom line is that white wolves defy the customary laws of nature. They defy the natural laws set by the Divine Moon Goddess herself. Firstly, white wolves were rare. Actually, one has not been spotted in the last fifteen hundred years. Some live for generations and never encounter one. White wolves are natural-born rulers whose beta is imprinted on them directly and not simply chosen. They also have a devoted witch and a warrior wolf that imprints on th

"No Lua. This will work. We are mates. The goddess paired us for a reason and at the perfect time too. I am the strongest Alpha of the the US. No one will dare cross me. My army is the largest and strongest. I also have Hawaii and Alaska as allies. You will be safe, there will be no more wars under my leadership. We just have to figure out how we're introducing you and how we're going to put an end to the myths about white wolves." "You say that like it's easy. The White War just ended a few months ago. For almost 21 years everyone has hated us. I'm pretty sure I'm the last one. No refugees other than me made it to Canada." "Well think about the Great War against the humans. Werewolves took

"But she can't even shift!" "Because her wolf is dormant, waiting for the right trigger to awaken," Kaiser says. "The old texts speak of this- a white wolf so powerful that her abilities remain hidden until pure will wakes her wolf up. With dark magic, I can not only awaken her wolf but bind it to my will. How could I not have known that she is the white wolf? Her father, Alpha Harry, is a gray wolf- a hybrid. His great grandmother was a white wolf and she got married to a black wolf and their lineage became grey wolves. Alora beat the genetics- she used the last surviving white wolf, the last sign of the white wolf. She is the one that the prophecy talks about,” he says with a smile

“Emily… she told me something this morning. Something important.” Liam’s brow furrowed as he listened intently. “What's that?” I recounted everything Emily had told me the dreams, the visions, and most troubling of all, the revelation that her wolf was white. As I spoke, I could see Liam’s expression shift from concern to a deeper, more profound worry. “White wolves doesn't exist anymore,” he said slowly, his voice thoughtful. “Almost unheard of in modern times. They’re… linked to ancient bloodlines, powerful ones.”

His desperation stank too strongly. But then he whispered a truth. Another Phoenix wolf had arisen. The words struck me with a force I had not felt in centuries. Instantly, the memories burned back to life. The very first Alpha of that cursed Blazing Fire pack, rising in defiance of me, his soul fused with that infernal Phoenix wolf. He and his kin had been thorns in my side, fighting my legions with a light that was as searing as the flames of Sul’Karath itself. My demons had waged war to eradicate the werewolves, and yet, against all odds, they had endured. It was a failure I had never forgotten, nor forgiven.

It was a white wolf — a fucking white wolf. I had never seen a white wolf before. They were rare and special and were mostly Lycans. I was glued to my spot, watching the wolves fight themselves. I knew I was supposed to take that as my cue and run back to the pack, but I was too dazed to think of that. The white wolf was on top of the black now, he lowered his head and sank his fangs into the neck of the black wolf and bit out the life from it. Blood spurted from the black wolf, who quivered as death covered him and stained the white wolf. When the wolf was sure the black wolf was dead, he took off, leaving me there to stare in disbelief. The hex holding me down there left me as he ran off.

I stared back, accepting the challenge. Verena I had never seen a white wolf before; I had only heard of them in stories. White wolves were so rare that the last one recorded in history died almost a hundred years ago. They were known not only for their strength but for their own individual rare power. It seemed my sister had found hers. As we raced through the forest toward the fight, I felt them before I saw them. They all gathered and ran beside, behind, and above us. The animals of the forest had heard her call, and they answered.