The White Fang Of The Leaf Novels & Stories

"Not us. You. Only you." Her eyes—already big—went wider. "Just me? Why?" I swallow hard. The words tasted like rust. "They're called Lustfangs. They look almost vampire-like—pale, fast, flawless if you don't know what's behind the smile. But they're not. They run on one instinct." I force myself to meet her gaze. "They smell a woman's desire or her scent from miles away. They track it. They...take her. Over and over until she's carrying what they put inside her."

Jane's cheeks, once flushed with color, suddenly went pale as she locked eyes with me, teeth clenched in disbelief at my audacity to call her out in front of everyone. "Thinking about it now, you've been riding my coattails for far too long, taking what's not yours. It's time I took it all back! "Do you even deserve it? "Get lost! Don't ruin my wedding day!" … Stung by my words, Jane spun around to escape, but her mother's grip was unyielding, anchoring her in place.

Isla on the floor, the snow beneath her was pink with blood. And then, standing tall before her was the huge form of the White Wolf. Bigger, more terrifying. Her claws were coated with pink snow. Before I could step forward to stop her, her claws slashed across Isla's belly and Isla let out a piercing scream. I froze on the spot, my blood ran cold as I felt a chill run down my spine. Even before I could fully react to that, the White Wolf lifted those blooded claws again and with a swift move, she slashed Isla's throat open. Stripes of blood spilled into the snow with the movements of her claw.

CHAPTER 1: The wind danced through the leaves on the trees making a rustling music as it went. The white she-wolf’s snowy white fur joined the ensemble as the breeze teased it while she sat on the rock. Her eyes closed as she sniffed the air for hints of anything exciting. It was a perfect day for hunting and she’d hoped to find a rabbit or two that should be out grazing on a beautiful morning like this. Instead, she caught the scent of something that didn’t frequent the forest. It wasn’t totally foreign, but it didn’t belong there. Man. The she-wolf’s ears perked and her blue eyes shot open.

"Calm down Elder Fenrir, we shouldn't blindly go to war, when we know nothing of the capabilities of our opponent. According to what I heard from my sources, the Silvercrest Pack has gotten the help and support of the Whitefang Pack... Loud whispers were heard after that as the Whitefang pack was one of the most dangerous packs in all of Southern America, they were filled with rogues, witches, and sorcerers who were incredibly powerful and dangerous. They once exterminated two packs in one day, killing every living thing in sight. He could already sense the fear in the hearts of the Elders and ranked Pack members, going to war when the Whitefang pack was involved as an enemy was simpl

“I have a very important matter to discuss with you. My mother… her wolf and her abilities were sealed by a powerful potion from the Whitefang witches. I need to know if it can be undone.” Sendro’s face grew grim. He rubbed his chin thoughtfully, brows furrowed. “The Whitefang witches… they are dangerous people. They accept any commission as long as the price is right. Their sealing potions are particularly cruel, they don’t just suppress the wolf, they lock it behind layers of dark, twisted magic. Breaking it is not easy, and doing it wrong could damage her wolf permanently.” Liliana listened intently, her small face serious. “Is there anything we can do about it?”

The trees grew taller, their branches interlocking like prison bars above me. The air grew colder, like it was being sucked from the world. Then I heard it. A whisper. Low. Unnatural. At first, I thought it was the wind. But no... the wind didn’t sound like voices. My heart skipped. My ears straining, and caught the faintest thread of sound. Chanting. Words I didn’t recognize, but instinct told me were old older than packs, older than blood. The Black Fang weren’t just wolves anymore. They were something else now.

Señor Ramirez boomed. Drago ignored him and stared at the Golden Leaf in awe. He closed his eyes and took a deep breath, his face serious and focused. “2…2…1…2,” he whispered. Golden sparkles burst out as the Leaf glowed more intensely, its glimmering rays almost blinding us. Drago smiled in triumph. He reached his hand out and gently lifted the Golden Leaf from its position. There were a few moments of silence as our breaths were snatched away by the sheer elegance and majesty of the extraordinary object.

I looked like a monster, a ghost rising from the grave. My inner wolf didn't whine or cry for our lost family. She paced in the shadows of my mind, baring her fangs, her fur glowing white with a dangerous, lethal aura. The weak, submissive Omega named Aisha died tonight in this dirt. Turning my back on the graves, I walked away from the Blue Wing pack house and slipped into the shadows of the unknown world. I was leaving now. But I would return. And when I did, I wouldn't be hiding my white fur anymore. I would be their worst nightmare.

I took a step closer, and the moment I saw what it was, I gasped. It was the Fang of Velkar. Hope burst in my throat as I rushed at it. It was lodged in the trunk of a tree encircled by bones. As quickly as I could, I reached for it. It thrummed in my hands, and perhaps if I had a moments worth of peace, I would have appreciated how beautiful it truly was. I had barely held the blade in my hands before something happened. One minute the forest was peaceful and quiet, and the next, the ground shook. A gutteral groan came from the belly of the forest and I just knew it couldn't be anything good.