The White Fang Of The Leaf Novels & Stories

Branwen POV Run. It's all I can think as those white tiger eyes lock on me. I don't wait for him to pounce, I launch upward, my feet digging into bark, fingers catching on knots as I scramble up the nearest tree like a wildcat being chased by death itself. My heart hammers so loud I swear he can hear it. The White Tiger Lord prowls forward, massive, sleek and deadly. His stripes blend into the fog. His tongue flicks out as his eyes follow me. He circles the base of the trunk, head tilted, tail twitching with savage interest.

I ask, my voice victim to the fear I feel. “The border between White Fang and Black Forest was compromised. Two wolves were taken down. One got through, and he’s headed for the packhouse.”

He does not realize the danger of being a white wolf. " Yes, you are right." She took her feet off the table and straightened up her posture. " Mercedes is the descendant of the legendary white wolf. I can dare say she is the only one of her kind." Speaking of his mate, Felix's attention was fully caught and he was attentively listening. A playful Alexa is annoying, but a serious Alexa has something important to say. That is what Felix learned over the years of knowing her. And right now the important matter regarded his mate.

He was back to the wereworld, and he wondered how. He looked at the strange tree opposite where he sat. Rendall had never seen a tree like it, and it was unlike the other trees of the forest he was in. The leaves of the tree lacked chlorophyll completely. They were as white as wool. A strange woman sat on it with her legs dangling freely under her white gown. Her long hair that was as white as his once fluttered freely in the wind, that moved about as it liked. His eyes met hers and he froze. He had never seen someone with the color of her eye lens before. They were silver.

It did not take long for Biggy, Scarlet, and White Doll to crush those wolves. Lucas continued up the mountain and walked for about an hour more. He arrived at a forest that was so dense that it blotted out the sky and covered the sun; the place was enveloped in darkness. Suddenly, there was a gale, and leaves started falling incessantly. "Swish swish swish!" Lucas was grazed by the leaves. "Be careful, these leaves are sharp," Lucas exclaimed in a hurry. This fantasy space that the Dragon Slaying Saber had formed was very interesting indeed. Even leaves were lethal now.

We were almost at the door, when I heard a loud growl and a dirty rouge appear blocking the entrance. I could feel the pups shaking in my arms, and one of them started screaming. Making the wolf growling louder. “Listen you three, I’m going to put you down and I want you to run over to the brushes do not come out until I tell you understand?” Both pups nodded, and that was all I needed. “Go now” I said pointing over to the brushes. The pups did as they were told, they started running over and once I saw they were out of sight. I shifted into my White Lycan.

Emily and Liam's vision of a formidable wolf pack is becoming a reality. But as they revel in their newfound unity, a chilling howl echoes in the distance. The sound carries a warning, a clear indication that their peaceful existence is about to be challenged. The rival pack emerges from the shadows, their eyes filled with hostility and their fangs bared in aggression. Emily's heart races as she exchanges a determined glance with Liam. The Red Teary Moon Pack stands tall, ready to defend their territory and their bond. The tension in the air is palpable as the rival pack approaches, their leader taking a step forward, a growl rumbling deep within their throat.

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.

We won’t be an exception. The white wolf taunted us with his stance, daring us to move, and panic took over. Nyra spun and ran, her paws slamming against the wet earth. Branches whipped past as we fled blindly through the forest, chased by the shadow of the wolf that could kill us at any moment.

I shifted fully to wolf form because I'm stronger and faster that way, and my silver fur bristled while I rammed the sealed doors with all my strength once and twice and three times until they started to crack and splinter, but my phone was ringing with Adam calling and I couldn't answer because I was too busy trying not to die in the next thirty seconds. The ritual circle exploded in light while I made one final desperate lunge at the weakening doors, and they burst open just as the explosion detonated while Crystal grabbed my scruff and pulled me through with desperate strength, and we both went flying as the building erupted behind us with heat that seared my fur and light that burned my