Novel & Cerita The White Wolf

author pov Kane was exhausted. For the last three days, he had stayed by his mate’s side. She had yet to open her eyes. She was still in wolf form. Doc wants to let the two wolves awake and shift on their own. He thinks it will be easier for them and, while in wolf form, they heal quicker. Nathan and Mark had scoured the library at Snow Moon to find out anything they could about the white wolf. Mostly it is just speculation, as the white wolf was supposedly distinct centuries ago. From what they had been able to find out, the white wolf is a mystical wolf that only appears when they are needed. Th

I ask Estella. She looks over at Conrad but decides to trust him since he would be part of the pack "because you are a white wolf and white wolves are known to be the strongest most powerful wolves one hasn't been born in over 200 years and no female white wolf has ever been recorded in history but white wolves are meant to lead." Conrad looks surprised by the mention of me being a white wolf. "you're a white wolf" he asks and I nod. "If we did start a pack where would it be we would need a pack house and pack lands" I ask.

“Our father’s personal archives. He was working on something obsessively before his death. I’ve begun cross-referencing.” He opened a heavy, leather-bound journal. The pages were filled with our father’s tight, precise script. Drawings. 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, pe

"What's that?" "What's what? Oh, the wolf?"

I will kill them. But suddenly, something explodes from the underbrush. It isn’t Frank. It is a huge white wolf with blue eyes and boy does it look pissed. It knocks me out of the way. I notice how its fur reflects the moonlight. I have never seen this wolf before and I can’t look away. He is beautiful. The White Wolf bares his fangs as he advances on the three wolves. They whine and scatter. Their tails are low, ears pressed back, as they slink into the shadows like a scolded puppy.

Chad’s pov A white wolf... She was a white wolf. I couldn’t believe I rejected a white wolf. Who would have thought that her wolf, of all wolves, would be white? Ever since I found out that she was one, I regretted my rejection. Alana was fine. She lacked experience in the office but was spectacular in bed. I didn’t mind having her. But a white wolf? Being mated to one was a dream. White wolves were the most special since they were so rare. I heard that the royals were all white, but we only heard stories about them. By the time I started to walk, they were all killed. Few white wolves still lived in the north, but they didn’t have special powers like the royals. Either way, white wolves wer

he growls. "I asked for your help," I snap at the wolf. "I am not yours to command. You are not an imperial wolf, and you are nothing to me. Go confess your crimes to your son, and maybe I will let you live," the white wolf growls. The white wolf growls, moving closer to me. He is going to kill me. This is it for me. He stops and growls one last time, then disappears. I can feel my heart racing inside my chest. I should have never gone to the spiritual realm for help. I should not have done any of this. I was wrong. Now, it might just cost me my life. Either the white wolf will kill me, or my son

Behind someone tangibly bit the tail. Jumping up with a squeal, she barely crawled back and stared with resentment at the gray-black wolf Matvey. He waved his muzzle to the side, and I seemed to hear: "Let's run further." What's the insult? She jumped up and trotted more calmly behind the wolf. True, after half an hour the she-wolf began to be led aside.

I walk upstairs and face-plant my body face forward on the bed. Alora – the Unknown person in Alexi's dream: Hello Alexi, it is time I tell you our history. It was centuries ago, maybe even millennia ago. Packs, clans, etc. Had been fighting each other to the point of extinction. The moon goddess created a "White Wolf." The White Wolf will be born when it is needed. Besides being a direct descendant of the Moon Goddess, she will be of royal blood. The birthmark of a crown will also be on her.

King of the Wolves is able to connect to every wolf with his mind. His aura is strong enough to feel from long distances. The White Wolf is the largest and strongest wolf in known history. The King has accelerated healing capabilities and can only be killed by a pure silver stake to the heart. There have only been a handful of White Wolves , most are born in times of war or disharmony between the werewolf communities’. I had always wondered why I was born in this time, I knew there had been some trouble in our pack but nothing that would require a King. Perhaps something else was coming that I had to stop. Seeing how powerful the special wolves were made me n