White Bird Book Novels & Stories

"Do you know any other stories about wolves that I might like?" "Oh, there are so many great ones!" she says, her eyes lighting up. "Have you ever read 'The Call of the Wild' or 'White Fang' by Jack London? They're both classics about the wilds of Alaska and the life of a wolf. Or 'Never Cry Wolf' by Farley Mowat - it's a nonfiction book about a biologist who studies wolves in the Canadian Arctic.” “Calm down!” I laughed. “You know a lot. What are you? A beta wolf?” I joked and Lauren laughed.

I’m not one of those girls that has kept a little black book. I do have a pink holographic book with a flamingo on it. I got it during a wildlife excursion in year 11, buying it was the highlight of the trip for me. It may make me sound like a loser, but after five hours of observing animals and birds, I’m unapologetic. At least they had a shop. I went home with a tea cup, pencil case, and my little pink book. I was happy.

Intrigued, i decided to take the book back to the cabin to show Nikau. When i arrived back at the cabin, i excitedly showed Nikau the book, telling him all about the strange symbols and images that i had seen. Nikau was equally intrigued by the book, but nikau said that he would be leaving to check out on the pack for a few days. He asked me not to join him as he would be travelling in his wolf form. After he left, I settled into my cozy spot by the fireplace in the cabin, I opened the old book I had checked out from the library. The title, "The Lost Village of Ravenswood", immediately caught my attention and I was eager to learn more about this mysterious place.

Ruby took the bread and immediately placed it on a plate with eggs and bacon, covering it for Geneva. "Caaaw, caaaw." Her attention was suddenly diverted to the white bird that landed on her open window. It was looking at her with a keen eye as if trying to tell her something. The bird was also a rare thing, not that its species was uncommon but its color is wrong for its kind. The bird was a white raven which alarmed her more than a black one and one look made her aware of who its owner was. She heard Manticat hissing threateningly to the crow while pointing his spoon dangerously to the bird as if challenging him to do anything against his master or his waffles.

I had to get to the bottom of this. “White Wolf, Alpha? Is it possible that it was the white wolf?’ I remember the tales that go on about the last white wolf and the special gift she has. Is that wolf even real? Or just a part of those fables. I sighed, knowing I wasn’t getting anywhere like this. I needed some time alone to think. “Thank you Jacob, you may leave now,” I dismissed him.

“He always will.” The black one raised a hand. And the clearing changed. The sky dimmed. The trees groaned. The world went wrong. > Then you will face what we gave you. Not in dreams. Not in fragments. In full. The arch split open. And something walked through. The wolf. But not his. Not the one that shared his blood. The first. Older than packs. Older than words. Its fur shimmered like molten gold and void. Its breath turned grass to ash.

I winked. A soft chirp sounded near my ear. I froze, then smiled. A bluebird landed gently on my shoulder, fluffing its feathers. I reached up and stroked its head with one finger. “Hey there, beautiful. You staying out of trouble?” It chirped again, three quick notes, then flitted off into the trees like it came just to say hi. The forest was the only place I ever felt safe and seen. If I didn’t know better, I’d say it knew me too.

The storm was calm now But the destruction at it's trail was enough to give a hint of Ezra's wolfs power As I made my way towards the centre a burnt clearing welcomed me with 100s of years old trees uprooted,burnt grass and smell of smoke. I sensed a presence behind me and before turning only I knew who it was A voice cold as ice sent shivers down my spine "Who are you??" When I turned I saw those ice blue eyes staring at me "Ezra..please come back!! I know you can hear me..please control your wolf..I know you will never destroy so many lives...you are humane" I waited Waited for her response but it never came Instead she started moving towards me with a scruitinising look

She was with him the first time she came here, and now she was alone. However, she wasn’t sad or disappointed. Her body and soul were ruined beyond repair… She was still calm; Silje realized that if a person was in too much pain, it could make that person tranquil. It was a gloomy winter day and too early for the park to be crowded with people. Oddly enough though, the lake was swarming with white swans. Staring at them, Silje suddenly felt something. The white swans… “…” The whiteness of them reminded her of ashes, bringing back the devastation to her heart.

Once he could see a little, he was stunned by what he saw and so was everyone else. Mercedes's body had risen in the air floating above them. Her body was limp and still luminous. The shocking part was the spectrals of the White Wolves that were floating around her. The golden runes on their bodies glowed brightly. Everyone was amazed by their majestic forms, including Felix. It was their first time seeing the great White Wolves, and they felt honored to be in their presence. Felix was worried. He thought the White Wolves appeared to take Mercedes with them. He was not going to let that happen, even if it meant that he would have to risk his life.