White Fang Book Age Rating Novels & Stories

But Logan had lost his balance and Casper had fallen from that height, resulting in a dislocated elbow and several other wounds. Casper had been his closest friend. He would have done anything for him. As he went through the book, he came across a chapter that talked about an ancient tribe of rogue wolves. He remembered that that particular chapter had been his most favourite in 5he entire book. He had read it so many times that the pages were filled with of fingerprints and the pages had been dog-eared.

After lying in my bed feeling like I’m festering, I get up and grab the werewolf book they gave me feeling like I might as well do something useful to distract myself. When I hear their footsteps, I’m halfway through a chapter on adolescents and what I’m learning is more than alarming because apparently the more powerful the Wolf the sooner they can transform, with the earliest recorded being at ten years old. Ten. If one of my children suddenly flips into a Wolf at ten, I don’t know what I think I’d do. The door opens as I’m pulling a face and Aeron and Cain are there, smouldering in their deliciousness. Suddenly it’s like a flame is lit in me and I let out a moan as I half toss the book.

Where did he go? No normal wolf was that fast!! I stopped and looked around Not even a single movement could be heard. There was pindrop silence Just like the deafening silence before an upcoming storm. Then I heard heavy steps coming towards me and next I knew I was pushed to the ground by something big. I opened my eyes to see a big white wolf howering over me with baby blue eyes. His eyes were focussed at me and his nose flared in anger. I knew these eyes . The white fur and the royal black mark on his forehead gave away his identity

But to do that I have to endure the shifting, I'll have to leave my parent's home and move into the alpha's place, all kids my age have to do it. Wolves are immortal and take our sweet time before bringing kids into this world, my siblings are old enough to be my parents not that we show, the whole pack look around the twenty to the thirty-year-old mark. Only the elderly look old enough to be in their forties, now although I'm going through my puberty being a hundred years old, I only look like I'm sixteen, I could pass as seventeen sometimes in the human world.

But who is this woman who is a bonafide princess of a werewolf tribe that hides thousand of years worth of secrets that no outsiders should know. Will Meiko, her wolf and the Moon Goddess ever return to her? Or will she be a wolfless Queen Luna? *DISCLAIMER: this book contains (SEXUAL, SUICIDAL, DANGEROUS, EXPLICIT) SCENES AND WORDS NOT SUITABLE FOR PEOPLE BELOW 18 YEARS OLD. READ AT YOUR OWN RISKS! YOU HAVE BEEN WARNED!) Fangs: Tale of the Moon Goddess (soon) SYNOPSIS

Jack is an alpha, whereas Brian is a beta. My wolf wants Jack, but I'm not sure exactly where he is because I can't see him. I move in my seat, making the seam of my jeans rub against me indescribably. I sigh in pain when I feel it, and then I hear someone move a few feet away. "Brian, damn it! She's awake now. If I keep needing to take it at this rate, I'll run out of wolfsbane". "We're almost there. Brian declares "Don't you worry about a thing, my horny friend."

Hey readers, thanks for considering my book. its my first work and I hope I won't disappoint you. Enjoy reading. here is the blurb. Vanessa Whitewood, a seventeen years old girl, living with her greedy foster parents. She was adopted when she was six years old. But believe me when I say she would be better alone on streets than being with them. Werewolves are what she just read in story books. What comes upon her when she finds out that they exist in real? She is just a human, or so she thought.....

Could it be that some parts of the legend were embellished or not entirely true? The book mentioned that a white wolf's potential was supposed to unlock at the age of fourteen. I was well past that age and had never experienced any extraordinary abilities. This discrepancy troubled me. Could it be that my powers were dormant, or perhaps I wasn't a white wolf after all? The uncertainty gnawed at me.

The Uncontrollable Wolf “Wake up.” “No.” “Wake up.” “No.” “Summit.” “No.” A pause. Then— A bucket of snow landed directly on her face. Sam shot upright. “WHAT WAS THAT?!” The freezing cold sent her scrambling across the bed. Her blankets flew. Her pillow hit the floor. And standing beside her bed— Looking entirely too pleased with himself— Was Froz White Fang. The future Alpha calmly set down the now-empty bucket. “You were difficult to wake.”

"Remember that I'm waiting downstairs for you, fast wolf," I heard my aunt shout and describe me harshly. A fast wolf is a wolf that would perfectly describe Fred's niece, Amber. A wolf that involves in sexual acts before meeting their one true mate or before they've reached the rightful age. Age eighteen to start having sexual contact with another wolf. I was not a fast wolf. I am still a virgin and that strange wolf, Fred, and Amber lied about being my boyfriend. I didn't know.