Whale Rider Novels & Stories

He pointed out a large davenport. I just nodded, and he started walking out of the house. I let myself sit on the couch and waited. After a few minutes of being comfortable on the settee, I heard footsteps outside and opened the door. I saw Alarick holding the lead rope of a sorrel horse. “What is with the horse?” “We’ll ride this horse,” he replied and hopped on. I nodded and sighed. I thought werewolves can run faster than horses?

TALIA “No!” I cried. “We have to find your fingers! She spit them out!” “The water is freezing, and they’ve probably been taken downstream by now. Sara’s the only werewolf I know who can swim long distances in freezing water—long enough to find fingers in a huge river. And the water will have carried away the scent anyway.” He looked defeated, tears brimming his eyes. “I will find them,” I said resolutely.

As he closed to within about five feet of her, Raven looked back and smiled before disappearing again. Leaping with her into the next stream of consciousness, Rider found himself on a beach. Waves crashed against the shore, spraying the bottoms of his jeans as he continued to run, not knowing exactly where he was headed at first. Once he glimpsed around and got his bearings, he saw Raven ahead of him, cresting a sand dune. The smell of the salt air seemed very real, and he wondered whose mind they were in. Whoever it was, they had a vivid memory of the beach or quite the imagination. No doubt they’d left the person in their wake as they sprinted past, likely unnoticed.

Claire, Kathryn, Violet, Gold, and Crystal first appeared spaced out before their enemies, then an army of tormented and haunted whispers appeared behind them, and Rose materialized before her party. The Baron, a slim man with deadly yellow eyes, saw her, and shivered. He tried to vanish, but the air rejected his request, for Violet held him still. The sea raged against his party and began to pick them off, and fire fell amongst their midst, burning the men to cinders, but leaving the whispers to bask in the warmth of the flame. A blizzard came from Claire, and the ground shook. Whispers rushed past Rose, running to the army of the Baron, and engaging them in a productive battle that saw to

🐾 Luna Pernwél They had cut off the powersource at the base of the mountain and we had only the candlelight to guide us. My eyesight had changed because of my wolf's nature and seeing in the dark was no longer an obstacle to me. Everyone’s eyes glowed around me, adapting to the darkness. “Every pack member, go to your places!” Jake bellowed through the tent. “Non-warriors, return home and close the doors and windows.” He motioned towards the mothers and children, while the female warriors ushered them to their houses in an organised way.

With their men's hiding in the White Wolf lair, the access of information was very easy. "One White Wolf's soldiers group consisted of five members. 3 boys, 1 girls and 1 gay." Jason caught Alexander attention as he raised his head and looked at him. His eyes were sparkling with amusement at what he heard. This news was very rare to be heard of among the White Wolf's Clan.

Boom Ahead, a statue three times the size of a human head leapt from its stand beside the path, blocking Lily and Elias' roads. Lily shouted, "Ah..." "Shh, calm down, don't raise your voice." Elias had previously encountered one as a child. At that time, he was so busy playing that he forgot his father's instructions, ran over there in the middle of the night. This wolf scratched his right arm, and now still has a scar. Fortunately, the king appeared out of nowhere, raised his staff, and they immediately turned back into stone statues. “Elias, what do we do now?” Lily stood behind Elias, tugging at his shirt and asked worriedly.

Oscar. Two weeks passed, and no one attacked us. The pack members were agitated, and some of them were angry that I had brought a Hunter descendant to the settlement. They were protesting and asking me to send her back to the city. I didn't know who put them up to it, but the rebellion had gained traction. I had punished so many wolves that I had lost count. I had even cast out a few, but that didn't deter them from continuing. They did not want a Hunter as their luna.

It reminded me of how Chris looked at me and made me smile. "Your book of what? Never mind. White wolves are the absence of color because they absorb all wolves. They are fierce protectors, sometimes too fierce. White wolves see no laws or rules when it comes to those they love. When Nate said he would kill all the goddess's children if she harmed his family, he meant it with every fiber of his being. You must feel the same pull to protect above all reason as your mostly white too?" "Fuck me! You're right. He has always been homicidally overprotective. Like the fucking devil himself scary kind of way."

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.