The Rise Of The Last White Wolf Novels & Stories

How was I not freaking out? "There are only six white wolves in the world, Zara, one in each hospitable continent. The white wolves are supposed to be direct descendants of the moon goddess which clearly explains the color of our coat. All other packs on the continent answer to the pack controlled by the white wolf because they respect us a lot. White wolves settle disputes between packs and hold meetings with various alphas from time to time." I nodded to show him that I understood everything he was saying, what I didn't understand was what that had to do with him rejecting me.

“I was able to find out the type of wolf she has, it’s a white wolf” “What? A white wolf?” “Yes sir, this is shocking the last time we saw one was twenty four years ago.” White wolves are perceived to be the strongest werewolves and they come as protectors, the last woman with a white wolf died while giving birth with her child. “I will investigate more on this, and what about my results? my weakness is increasing on a daily basics”. “Here it is sir” he replied handing me another envelope. I opened it, “Sir I think someone is poisoning you slowly, the sodium in your system is too high to be normal”.

"I’m your humble servant, Eldric. We've waited centuries for your birth." "Who's we?" I asked, voice shaky. "The Silvermoon Clan," he replied solemnly. "The entire werewolf kingdom had anticipated the white wolf's return." "What's so special about me?" I pressed, touching my instinctive hair where white strands spread bolder. "You're the white wolf," he said awed. "The last of your kind. The white wolf has been unseen for millennia, we’ve been waiting for your birth, holding on to the prophecy of your birth.”

While some of the elders have bloodlines potent enough to challenge for the Alpha position and some of their ancestors had even become Alphas in the distant past, they had foregone that privilege to settle for the position directly below Alpha. That had further spilled into the future generations until now that it has simply become tradition. The werewolf civilization was more political than anything else now. As I stared at the news headline, I couldn't help but wish there was a different way. I remembered that the spy I put on her informed me that she had left the country and I couldn't hold back the anger that raged inside me. I wiped my table clean with a swipe, sending everything clatte

He couldn’t quite place his finger on it, but if that man still walked the face of the earth and he learned that there existed someone else with the color of his fur, wouldn’t he feel the need to eliminate such a threat? He would obviously regard Mordeu as a threat. It was somehow a fight for power. From what Cillian had told him, in a lifetime there exists just one red wolf. This red wolf was supposed to be dead a long time ago, but he persevered, and now, he walks the face of the earth oozing with power. If he does come to learn of the similarities that Mordeu shared with him, there was no way he would offer a partnership. He was born in the time of monarchy, he was once a king, he wouldn’

The white Wolf was the then Alpha of the Cliffwood pack. “All hail the white wolf!” The words escaped from Nana's lips without realising it. Alpha Justin and his wife stood up as well and everyone bowed before the white wolf. “Long live the white wolf!” “Long live the Luna of the Crescent pack!” There were loud murmurings and whispers among the people. The new Luna is the legendary white wolf? She promised to return, how is it that no one recognises her? “So the last of the white wolf had reincarnated?” One of the Alphas asked under his breath. Why didn't she come to his pack? Why the Cliffwood pack? Is it because she was their Alpha when she came the first time?

“But I remember she was human once. That’s what makes what they did unforgivable. They strip away what matters, until all that’s left is obedience.” Alarms blared, sharp and insistent—danger sung into every note. The Concord was moving now, the hunters finally aware of the wolf in the dark. Containment protocols slammed into place—systems built for gods, for monsters, for bloodlines that refused to kneel. Screens flooded with sigils meant to trap, to cage, to erase her kind from the world. The White Wolf rose inside her, fully awake at last. Not wild. Not panicked. Ready. “They’re coming,” Kael said, rolling his shoulders, his eyes alight with a dangerous calm. “Everything they’ve built, eve

Story of South Hills Pack was heart breaking, though how packs are being run these days I would call them foolish for being so generous with those who are kicked out by their own packs, but she was repeatedly saying one thing, that pack lived with the purpose and they were serving it. As the story was getting unfold, I couldn’t stop myself from feeling the pain. Irene is the white wolf, a rare wolf born in a century which could only be born in a South Hill Pack, because it was the right place for her. Irene and I were connecting the dots, and everyone line we draw proves Margaret right.

Others had learned the hard way that my patience had limits. Edward Blake struck me as the second kind, except he hadn’t learned his lesson yet. When we reached Dark Fang, I was already in a foul mood. The last thing I wanted was to waste another afternoon pretending this young fool was ready to lead a pack. Still, the ceremony was my responsibility. An Alpha could inherit a title, but his ascension required my approval. I wasn’t about to hand over that approval simply because his father expected me to show up and smile.

Damian straightened, eyes pure silver, power rolling off him in a wave that forced several nearby wolves to drop their gazes. “Next,” he said quietly. No one else moved. Liora’s face had gone white with rage, but she was not foolish enough to attack alone. She looked across the hall, measuring support that was no longer as solid as she had expected. Several of the pureblood-aligned wolves had taken an unconscious step backward. “This is not over,” she said, voice low and shaking with fury. “You have made a human the center of this territory. The bloodlines will not forget it. Neither will I.”