White Fang Book Age Rating Novels & Stories

"Including innocent Anna?" "Including innocent Anna. Innocent, maybe, but she's a White, and Whites are known for revenge." "So, you would kill a lite girl because you're scared she may return to do you harm?" Fred asked. "Mostly, so I don't have to face her twice. And not because I'm scared of revenge. Unless she becomes something else. Something to give me great cause to be bothered. Other than that, she's just flesh, one I wish to see discarded. Maybe, she may serve me as a whisper."

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

he continued, “.….Wards older than most bloodlines, Wolves protect our own and strigois will think twice” Maria exhaled, “That’s… acceptable” I turned on him. “Absolutely not” Richard met my gaze without fear, “You’ll come too” A beat.... Then another.... I did not like it.... But I understood it.... “Fine” I said coldly. “But I stay” Maria moved toward the back room, retrieving an old book bound in cracked leather. She hesitated only once before locking the shop. “Uhm... What's a strigoi?“ Lyra asked and Maria looked at her too and said.

Instead, they’d walked into an ambush. A sharp howl echoed from the far side of the trail. I looked up just in time to see one of Ralph’s remaining warriors shift into his wolf. The gray wolf burst through a gap between two trees. One of my warriors started after him. I raised a hand. “No.” The wolf was already too far ahead. By the time we’d catch him, we’d leave the boys, the prisoners, and our own men exposed. Not worth it. Our mission hadn’t changed. Recover the boys. Secure the prisoners. Leave.

***TRIGGER WARNING: Up until now, this story has been fairly tame. From this point forward, Wolfblood takes a dark turn. For those who read the first book of the series, Wolfbane, this book is much darker and deals with more serious, real-world issues. If you prefer light-hearted romances without violence, I advise you not to continue. If, however, you enjoy thrilling werewolf romance novels, please continue with Wolfblood! I promise it's worth the ride.***

I stumbled upon a sight that stole my breath away- one that would forever be etched into my memories. Beneath an oak tree, a majestic wolf stood before me. The setting sun cast a golden hue upon the grounds, and I watched in awe as the wolf emerged from the shadows, its beautiful black coat shining underneath the sunlight. My breath hitched, my heart skipped a beat, and my eyes widened in amazement as I laid eyes on the beautiful creature. Suddenly the magnificent wolf began to transform. I watched in awe as it's fur transformed and it's bones began to shift.

I replied. Star is my wolf and first thing in the morning she has attitude, not that I can moan I’m just as bad or so aunt Marie likes to tell me, but I don't mind as she says my dad was exactly the same. I’m seventeen years old and I will be turning 18 in a couple of weeks which means I’ll be able to find my mate. We are supposed to get our wolves when we turn sixteen and that’s also when we shift for the first time but for some reason I got mine when I was ten. Not that I'm complaining as I don't know what i would do without my partner in crime. My wolf is white just like the purest of snow, she’s beautiful with Icey blue coloured eyes. "Well thankyou, I guess your not so bad yourself"

Damian froze, his pupils contracting, the color draining from his face in an instant. "Impossible! There's been a mistake—she's my mate! Mother—why didn't anyone tell me?" "Mother didn't hide it from you. She just didn't get the chance." Titus let out a cold laugh, his tone soft but every word a blade. "Tiffany made her choice three days ago. She's my mate now. Whose wolf do you think she belongs to?"

Warriors who have been here long enough to have opinions about things and a few who have always been resistant to anything that disrupts the way things run. Then I reach a name near the bottom and I stop. I read it again to make sure I have it right and then I look up at Rowan and he is already watching me. He had already seen it when he made the list and he has been waiting to see my face when I got there. "This person has been inside White Fang for three years," I say. "They came from Black Hallow." Rowan says nothing. He just holds my gaze and waits.

Chapter 44 Marked WARNING! THIS CHAPTER CONTAINS (GORE, SEXUAL, SUICIDAL, DANGEROUS, EXPLICIT) SCENES AND WORDS NOT SUITABLE FOR PEOPLE BELOW 18 YEARS OLD. READ AT YOUR OWN RISKS! YOU HAVE BEEN WARNED! She was Zane Fangs, the daughter of the Alpha of Dusk Dawn Pack, 21 years old. But she was also Zinnia, Nicholas Wyatt’s woman. The very same man who she just discovered was her mate. But he is just a simple human, he might get hurt and may not be able to understand her origin.