The White Fang Of The Leaf Novels & Stories

Finally, Chief Virjan spoke, announcing our arrival. “This is it, Ari. The home of the Nightleaf.” As we reached the ground where the Nightleaf grows, I was in awe at the sight. The rare plant was everywhere, small fields of Nightleaf stretching out before me. I knelt on the ground, captivated by the beautiful flower with leaves resembling the crescent moon, and tiny white flowers sparkling like bright stars under the moonlight. It felt magically stunning, as if the plant's leaves were plucked from the night sky itself. The Chief smiled at my amazement with the magical plant they proudly cultivated.

"It turns out that the Holy-heart Precious Tree is so magical! It brought you such a change in just three days!" At this point, Fang Xiao still believed that Caspian had such strength because of the leaf of the Holy-heart Precious Tree. Seeing the ice and snow explode into pieces, a fierce look appeared on his face. "Humph, I won't die here today. "And I want the leaf of the Holy-heart Precious Tree and your cultivation methods!" Fang Xiao lifted his long blade and slashed it across his palm. White blood immediately flowed out from the wound on his palm. As the blood dripped onto the blade, ice rivers appeared behind him.

Leo stepped forward, stopping exactly between them—a tiny bridge over a canyon of hate. “I heard the howling,” he whispered, eyes flicking to Kael’s bandage. “The bad men hurt you. Because of me.” “No,” Kael started. “Yes,” Leo cut in, voice turning metallic. “The White is waking up. It’s loud, Papa. It wants to break the roof.” He looked up at Phoenix, rebellion and sorrow twisting together. “I liked it when his Pine smelled warm in the fire,” Leo said quietly. “But I hate it when you look like you’re falling.”

Begone! Then the forest answered. The wind twirled around the clearing, whipping fallen leaves into gyres. The ground resonated below my feet and behind me and something immense began to take shape. I felt it before I saw it. “Oh!” I heard Jessica draw her breath. The phantom of a giant silver-white wolf emerged slowly behind me, towering high above the treetops. Its form was translucent yet solid enough to flex the air around it, its fur purling just like liquid starlight and its eyes burned with wisdom.

The white wolf with silver eyes. What did it mean? Hours later, I went to the temple and headed straight for the back. The sacred Blood Oak stood there, or what remained of it. Every leaf had turned brown, curled inward. Cracks split the trunk. Dead leaves littered the ground. The heart of Wildfang’s spiritual center was dying, strangled from within. “Riven?” Athena rushed toward me. Dirt streaked her white robes. She lifted her hands as if to embrace me, then stopped.

She stopped the spray with that magical power. Verna, the Dryad, snorted. It is said. "Are you finished? I didn't expect your ability. It's just like that. Now it's my turn. It's not fair if only you attack. I can attack you too!" Verna waved goodbye. Thousands of small leaves shot quickly toward Phapia in the middle of the river. It's a deadly secret weapon. Each leaf contains energy, the Energy Nebula. Wush- wush! Phapia is forced to perform a flipping attraction. Escape! It's just that a few leaves hurt his body. Phapia plunged into the water; her state was chaotic, full of wounds from the leaves slices.

“This is not what I signed up for! I wanted spa days, not death by wolf gangsters!” One of the Black Fang leapt, jaws snapping near her horse’s flank. She kicked at it with a feral scream, and Leon’s men slashed back with silver-edged blades. The wolf yelped, rolled in the mud, but two more took its place. My wolf clawed inside me, howling to be let free. My throat burned with it. Gregor’s name roared in my head like a mantra. Ahead, the forest opened into a narrow gorge. The path slick, the drop sheer. Lightning split the sky again, revealing the Black Fang closing in.

We ducked under the nearest tree and Finn sent out a mass mind-link to the entire pack to stay indoors. “We’ve got to kill it” he growled. He shifted into his massive grey-blue wolf and ran out of the trees, searching the skies for the creature. I stood against the tree and closed my eyes, wracking my brains to remember where I’d seen it before. White, leathery skin, wings, fangs…

Scarlet commanded, in a very casual tone. "What? You didn't think we would actually want to eat with you guys right? See I had a long day, I don't want to reek of blood tonight so…." They scrambled out before she finished her sentence, what had bothered them the most wasn't death but the torture before it. It is rumored Alicia could use the "Sage of the spirit", an extremely brutal stone-like fruit rarely ever found which could cause unimaginable pain and intense hallucinations when used on a vampire.

"Inka, get in the tunnel, now!" Zane barked, his voice no longer calm. Through his grip on my waist, I could feel a tremor of fear he'd never shown before. His tactical instincts had completely short-circuited facing the figure on the pavilion roof. The massive white wolf let out a low growl. The sound was so heavy that the vibration shook the snow loose from the roof tiles. Supreme Alpha of the Southern Faction—The White Dread. The myth feared by every pack elder now stood real right in front of us.