روايات وقصص ضمن The White Fang Naruto

His silver-white fur shimmered under the moon's glow as he bared his sharp fangs, his eyes burning with determination. Beside Tigreal, Seraphine exuded an ethereal beauty and grace. Her pristine white and brown fur contrasted with streaks of silver, and her piercing blue eyes shimmered with a mix of confidence and determination. She moved with the agility and precision of a predator, her fangs glistening as she engaged her foes. Xirza, known for his strategic mind and cunning, fought alongside Tigreal. His pure white fur blended with the skies, and his amber eyes gleamed with mischief. He danced around his enemies, his movements swift and calculated, orchestrating the battlefield with tactic

They had overstepped their boundaries one too many times. The folder Mateo spoke about lay. on my desk just like he had said he left it. It had a blue jacket and a half-moon crest. The Visual Clan, what sort of pack of wolves were they anyway?" I wondered as I opened the file. Images of brown wolves mixed with black wolves in the forest where the note in the folder stated was our pick-up point. There was something in the image that wasn't clear, it was almost blurred out. There was a faded figure inside the forest amongst the trees, it was white, almost transparent to the eyes.

His wolf was a red wolf. King looked at the rest of his friends around the table. Fannar Agdluak was the alpha of the Frost Peaks pack. Just like Articus, he had white hair. His eyes were the clear gray of ice, and his personality was as cold as his eyes. Fannar was nicknamed the Yeti because his white wolf could so easily blend in with the snow and would never be spotted. He was six foot seven and his pack lived up in the cold mountains.

He growled a warning, clearly telling the male to back off. Testing the air, he could find no female leaving scent that might give the cat added incentive to fight. The other janguar fighting with the white wolf was also male. Surprisenly, it was bleeding all over, whilst the white wolf stood tall and proud, uninjured one bit.

The little she-wolf continued to run into the woods, her sight blinded by bloodlust. Her vision was red, with black dots representing distinct objects, like the reddish-black coals of a dying fire. Run! A voice in her head screamed over and over again and she obeyed, racing as though trying to tear herself from her skin. The pain was intense and overwhelming, and all she could think of was the pain and flesh: delicious, intoxicating flesh.

I stared at my wolf fur, it was different. I got a white fur . A white fur is very rare, really rare. A white fur is associated with…... .no, I can't, I can't do this. I looked back at my parents' devastated facial expression ,the alpha was too shocked to speak and so were the others. I noticed something too. Compared to the other young wolves, I was incredibly bigger. Even bigger than the alpha in his wolf form. It was dead silent, nobody was saying anything. I began to panic, I struggled to get up trying to stand on my hind legs for the first time.

Fang, my beta and the commander of the shadow warriors – my special and most powerful fighters, distinct from my normal army - had a thing for making his prey suffer before finally killing them off. The frizzled hair warrior was about to fire again, before I could scream at him to stop, Nate broke free and dashed towards the warrior, knocking the warrior into the air and tossing the gun into the distance. The shock on Fang’s face did not go unnoticed, he must be wondering why Nate was desperate to save the half breed. Nate barreled towards her, with one swift movement of her claws he cuts the rope and she falls to the ground. The fear in her eyes were almost palatable as she backed away with

This is something she must endure alone, her transition, her victory. As the transformation continues, I can feel the tension in the air. I know exactly what is about to happen. She's going to shift into her wolf, and I can barely contain my excitement. The anticipation builds, and then, in an explosion of fur and magic, she stands before me as a beautiful white wolf. The light of the room dances off her pristine coat, and I'm momentarily breathless. White wolves are the rarest and most powerful creatures, and the fact that Fiona has become one fills me with pride and wonder. She cocks her head to the side, meeting my gaze with intelligent eyes. The mate bond springs to life and her voice ec

He showed his right thumb to me, the rows of white teeth that were neatly lined up looked dazzling, very similar to the character Teacher Man in the Naruto story. "Hehehe!" Tch. I shook my head and then got up. Looking for Mama's whereabouts. A light pat on the shoulder made me look back spontaneously. Who else if not Mother. The woman with a dress with a brown head scarf stretched out until her waist was looking at me, hips on her hands. Ouch! So he looks very barbaric. Looks like a gangster thug next door. Mother flicked my forehead. Looks like he knows that I have odd thoughts to him. Trying to avoid the flick, but still hit. I grinned while chuckling holding my forehead.

But she couldn’t explain it away, not when she looked at his mouth from which two teeth were protruding now. No, not teeth. Fangs! Pointy, sharp fangs like those of an animal. Like a Sabertooth tiger. She couldn’t think it, no, because to think it made it real. It couldn’t be real. It didn’t exist. He didn’t exist, not like that.