The White Wolf 소설 & 이야기

KAIDA I stood momentarily stunned as the ethereally snow-white wolf vanished from sight, its head turning towards me at the precise moment I whispered Malachi's name – a coincidence, or something more? The image of an obsidian-black wolf, eerie yet majestic, had been my mental picture of his true form, its midnight coat a fitting backdrop for his piercing green eyes. This pearly white creature was a stark contrast, one that left me questioning my assumptions.

A rare white wolf from the bloodline of the originals. ***

Symbols. “He was searching for legends,” Rowan said, stepping closer to the desk. “Old pack tales. Myths most of us consider fairy stories.” Silas read aloud, his voice chillingly even. “The White Wolf. A rare genetic throwback not seen in centuries. Not an albino. A true white, with eyes of winter sky or summer storm. Said to be born under a confluence of celestial events. Their blood is rumored to hold properties… healing, perhaps, or something more volatile. Their energy signature is distinct, a quiet hum beneath the skin, detectable only by the oldest or most sensitive wolves.”

I was living for revenge. I waited until midnight, when the pack village was completely asleep and the patrols were focused on the outer borders. I couldn't leave my brothers here like this. I carried them, one by one, into the deep woods behind our cabin, near the hidden clearing where our parents were buried. I didn't have a shovel. I didn't have any tools. But I didn't need them. As the last surviving White Wolf, a royal lineage of pure power, there was a hidden, monstrous strength buried deep inside me. I fell to my knees in front of my parents' old, overgrown graves and began to dig into the earth with my bare hands.

In my state of utter depletion, I forced myself to believe that everything crazy about tonight—from the solid chest that appeared in front of the truck to the wolf ears in the mirror—was nothing more than a toxic hallucination. On the borderline between consciousness and coma, I faintly felt the warmth of Nanny’s hand as she pulled up the blanket for me. The room sank into a quiet darkness, but amidst the rumbling thunder outside the window, a whispering voice, trembling and laced with dread, slipped into my fracturing subconscious: "The late Madame's seal... has finally broken. The legendary White Wolf bloodline can no longer be hidden..." The sharp creak of the medical kit being tightly gr

“It’s petty, but this person could be of use to us. Have you heard the story of the White Wolf?” “No.” Hemlock groaned and shook his head at me. I felt like I shouldn’t have said anything while he looked at me like I was stupid. “The White Wolf is a bitch called Sylvia, who looks like a dog; just like you. Her fur is pure white, so you can’t miss her, but she is very fast. We tried to capture her in the past a few years back with another Soul Stealer, but she found out our plan and ripped his head off. She has two children, Ringo and Orlando; you can try to get to her through them if you can. Her brother, Xaivier, is always arou

I grinned. "Any pup?" He raised a brow. I nodded and laughed. Ross rubbed his chin for a moment before smiling," how about Stefan? I would say Gideon, but we both already know he's going to beg to stay the night with Quinn." He snickered. I nodded and walked with him over to watch the children while Gerwulf helped Matthias over at the grill and tried to keep Simon from falling over on himself. The wolf looked a mess. White locks down to his shoulders, disheveled clothing, and eyes bloodshot. It was a miracle he was ever presentable enough to help the pack when called. His drinking had cost him more than just his relationship with Jade.

Alice asks like I’m telling her a bedtime story. With a chuckle I continue, “The White Wolves were born to protect all preternatural creatures. It was deemed that the female White Wolves are of Royalty only, the males are the protectors. All seven can take a mate, but they must be their true mates of Alpha Blood. It’s rare for white wolves to be mated to another white wolf. The first White Wolf Queen was Cordelia. Artemis ordered for all seven of them to kill the King and Queen, to hold a blood eagle, an old ritual style execution the Norse Vampires would use to settle matters amongst their kind.

Kit called out to Rex. "Everyone stand fast. They are coming from the east and fast. Alphas out front with me, betas stay close behind us, watch our backs." Rex’s Royal Alpha Voice filled their heads and bodies with strength, instinct taking over to allow the humans bow out to their wolves so they might win. A thunderous rumble shook the ground for several minutes until they saw what the rumble was coming from. A huge snow white wolf with scraps of black gold and red cloth hung off of him dropped a few yards away from the Packs.