Romans & histoires The White Fang Of The Leaf

Lacey's POV: I have been at the beautiful pond for about an hour. While I am laying down by the pond enjoying the peace and quiet, all of a sudden my senses are alerted when I hear a twig snap in the woods around me. I look around but see nothing but something is telling me someone is watching me, I decide its better for me to head back to the pack house. it's rare to see a white wolf and I don't need any extra attention, it's bad enough I am the pack slave, everyone thinks I'm an omega low level wolf, everyone thinks I am trash, but nobody knows I'm of the Alpha blood line. my birthday is in a week, and I plan on leaving when I turn 18, and nobody can stop me.

She couldn't live another day in that house. A twig snapped under her feet and she stumbled, then leaned against a tree, trying to catch her breath. She unwrapped the blanket and stuffed it into her bag, putting the bag over her neck. Then she began to morph slowly but surely, until where a scared lady stood mere seconds ago, a beautiful white wolf stood now. She shook the moisture off her fur and continued running.

“You can’t just say that. I know the rules, okay? I know that the Luna has to stay in the pack house with the Alpha. I know that the Luna has to be a part of the blood blond so she can mind-link with everyone. It’s for safety. It’s for power. It’s for whatever other fucked up reason they have come up with, and there isn’t anything anyone can do to change that.” “But maybe you can.” Doren motions to me. “What the hell is that supposed to mean?” I glare at him. “Roo, you are the first wolf that I have ever met, that I have ever heard of, that has special abilities outside of an alpha. I haven’t ever heard of there being a white wolf alive in over 3 centuries. Everything about you is an excepti

She smiled as she lit a small fire and quickly extinguished it. “I miss you and come back here quickly, my white witch,” he said, hoping she would return to his side quickly and never leave. THE END……..

"Tell that twig girl to use that plant to assist your water angel," My lips dropped into a frown. If I could glare at her, I would. "Leaf is not a twig," I said defensively. "Twig, trees, same thing," she said nonchalantly. I rolled my eyes again and then looked at Ann who had her eyes closed. She opened her eyes and shook her head negatively. "No pure water, just filthy ones," "Hey, why not try using the ones in those spell catchers?" Leaf asked with excitement, pointing at three flowers that were shaped like a dragon's mouth. One was pure white, the other was white and red with the red standing out the most and the last was black.

My wolf and I let out a pitiful howl before we took off into the woods. We ran and ran, the cool breeze causing my instincts to grow sharper, the edge of the pain I felt initially blurring away. I returned back to my car, shifting back. I knew just who to contact about this matter at hand.

I got snatched by rogues once. They bled me dry, tore me apart, left me barely breathing. I was moments from being dragged into the Black Forest when Bloodmoon's patrol found me. The wolf leading them was sharp, commanding—everything a hero should be. My eyes were damaged. I could only make out his silhouette. He cut down the rogues holding me. Pulled me from the silver cage. Then more rogues swarmed in. Outnumbered, he fought through them anyway, dragging me with him.

Subconsciously, he dodged to the side and felt something slide across his chest. It was a leaf. A relatively light and agile leaf just flew past Tyr’s chest and cut a tree trunk next to him. “Sigh… !” Tyr drew in a breath of cold air. Even a random fallen leaf in the woods possessed such terrifying energy. When Tyr looked at his surroundings again, he noticed fallen leaves floating down in the air the whole time. The scene suddenly gave Tyr a feeling that he was under attack from all directions. The man in white was dancing with the sword in his hand as he continuously slashed at the leaves in his surroundings. Tyr no longer hesitated as he began to use the Ormr Dagger in his hands to fight

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.