Novel & Cerita The Rise Of The Last White Wolf

He said trying to convince her. "What! I mean don't you think it's too early." Annie said looking tensed "It's okay they would have to accept my choice because I have given my heart to you already," Jessie said with confidence. Jessie was also a werewolf from the black moon pack, his father is the alpha of the pack. Jessie was raised in a wild way his dad would always say to him "you are the son of an alpha and one day you will rule over when am no longer alive. And in other for you to be able to govern your people, you need to be wild my son".

Sitting back down she continued on with her story “The seer told her that with the killing of her brother, the prophecy had changed. These white wolves are called a WiOfa. White wolf Fae. That because of the killings, each white wolf born would be born after many years and will find her mate after long periods each time. But she also warned that with each white wolf born, they will no longer be pure white. They would each have a colour on them until eventually a wolf will have but a small speck of colour as that is when the time will be for the Astrid to rise again”

There was a tale passed through generations, reaching the 21st Century, about a group of werewolves’ special mutation that brings out dormant abilities from a family’s genetic line. They were said to be marked and blessed by the moon goddess for they were the first of her followers. They were given the title of Legacy Wolves, keeping up their tradition and passing on their special traits through their children.

She looked shaken as her eyes were unfocused while I led us both to the car. I helped her get into the passenger's seat and moved over to the driver's seat and got in. Once I was settled in the car, I turned to her and took her hand "Maya speak to me" I urged her and she licked her lips while her eyes turned wide with shock… it was like the news was hitting her with a greater shock this time "I'm a white wolf Asher, the last one of our kind" she replied and I froze too, growing speechless for a while as I tried to assimilate the fact that Maya being a white wolves had finally been proved.

“Don’t—“ I didn’t hear the rest. The creature throws me off with a final, violent twist, and I hit the ground hard. Stars dance in my vision as I struggle to stand, my body trembling with exhaustion. The creature looms over me, its crimson eyes blazing. I could feel its breath, hot and heavy, as it prepared to strike the final blow. But…It isn’t over. Gathering every ounce of strength I have left, I push myself to my feet. My golden fur shimmering, the light grows brighter as my wolf’s power surges. The creature hesitates, just for a moment, and I take the opportunity. With a roar that echoed through the chamber, I lunged. My wolf’s golden light erupts, proceeding to engulf the creature in a

If they were already stronger than mere wolves, why would they need one of them? “When was this treaty made?" I asked. “The generation after the last White Wolf," Davis replied. “When a new White Wolf didn't emerge, they began the oppression.” "Weren't they already oppressing the wolves, including the last white wolf before she passed?" I asked. I could remember what Elyria had told me. She was the last white wolf before me. According to the Moon Goddess, they had maltreated her so much and banned her from shifting because they perceived her as a threat to them, and so she died of heartbreak from being abandoned. And that was how they were separated from normal wolves by the moon goddess.

It was impossible not to know River. "He is now Prince River Ashwood," I added. "He is the last White Wolf, blessed by the Moon Goddess herself." My equal in every sense, and if we were being accurate, my superior. The silence that followed was absolute. It was almost like the entire had stopped moving for a moment. No one dared to breathe.

I watched through her eyes, powerless, as she lunged at the bear. The queen stood tall, raising her claws, a faint glow gathering around her paws, but she was no match for the ruthless precision of the my wolf With a feral snarl, my wolf pounced, sinking her claws deep into the queen’s chest. The bear roared in pain, as the wolf dug mercilessly, retrieving the shimmering crystal lodged inside her heart. The Heartstone wasn’t like the others I’d seen before, it was pure white. My wolf dropped it into the obsidian vase Xareth always carried. And that was when everything changed.

“Has no one told you?” “Told me what?” “You really don't know.” His smile darkened. “That you’re the last descendant of the royal white wolves.” The world crashed around me, and you just had to believe me when I said this was the twist I didn't see coming at all. “Wait.” My breath stuttered. “W-What?” “Your lineage,” he drawled, “is the only one capable of stopping me. The only one with the power to ruin everything I’ve built. Why do you think the poison was necessary?”

Maybe even my old man would finally be able to rest knowing that those great white wolves were finally decimated off the face of the earth. With all my power, a single wolf no matter how strong was simply no match. In all history no packs had been as powerful as I am. I looked into the distance, already dreaming of the glorious moment. “Morning White, heads up because I am coming for you.” THE END