White Fang Book Novels & Stories

I shifted fully to wolf form because I'm stronger and faster that way, and my silver fur bristled while I rammed the sealed doors with all my strength once and twice and three times until they started to crack and splinter, but my phone was ringing with Adam calling and I couldn't answer because I was too busy trying not to die in the next thirty seconds. The ritual circle exploded in light while I made one final desperate lunge at the weakening doors, and they burst open just as the explosion detonated while Crystal grabbed my scruff and pulled me through with desperate strength, and we both went flying as the building erupted behind us with heat that seared my fur and light that burned my

"Everyone knows the Rivera girl is a rare white wolf. Her pups will be top-tier Alphas, every single one. Whoever mates her becomes the future Alpha King." "And look at her—the Moon Goddess must've carved her by hand." "A wolf like that, blood like that, Is Damian insane?" "Poor Rivera girl. Her own mate doesn't even want her." The whispers circled. Everyone was certain I'd name Damian—they'd all seen how badly I'd fallen for him. In my last life, I worshiped Damian as my savior. White wolves are rare, which means my life was never peaceful. I got snatched by rogues once.

I looked like a monster, a ghost rising from the grave. My inner wolf didn't whine or cry for our lost family. She paced in the shadows of my mind, baring her fangs, her fur glowing white with a dangerous, lethal aura. The weak, submissive Omega named Aisha died tonight in this dirt. Turning my back on the graves, I walked away from the Blue Wing pack house and slipped into the shadows of the unknown world. I was leaving now. But I would return. And when I did, I wouldn't be hiding my white fur anymore. I would be their worst nightmare.

Using a thin, dark cain as a pointer, he put on lecturing vibes as he described the current situation. "Right here, just over the red district," He circled the area,"It has been found that the concentration of intruders has significantly increased in the past few months." "Most of the captured werewolves seem to be rogues as they have no territory mark emblazoned on any part of their bodies." "Tsk! those rats just never give up!" Scarlet cursed her eyes, glistening with contempt. "Why would they target such a filthy place!" Alicia said, looking unforgivably irritated.

Zeus said to me. "I am not going to mate with a low level Omega that would be bad for my soon to be pack" I said to Zeus. Then quickly pushed him to the back of my mind hushing him up, all of a sudden all my senses were on high alert. I smelt a wolf, I came to a complete stop, and I looked around but couldn't see anyone around me. I slowly crept around to an opening in the woods, that's when I saw the most beautiful white wolf ever seen. she was just laying down beside the pond. Impossible I thought to myself I've never seen a white wolf no one would believe me. "I can not connect with her it's like there's no soul in her, no one to talk to" Zeus said.

The little she-wolf continued to run into the woods, her sight blinded by bloodlust. Her vision was red, with black dots representing distinct objects, like the reddish-black coals of a dying fire. Run! A voice in her head screamed over and over again and she obeyed, racing as though trying to tear herself from her skin. The pain was intense and overwhelming, and all she could think of was the pain and flesh: delicious, intoxicating flesh.

My body feels heavy, but my mind… my mind is awake now. Alive, loud and vivid. Images slice through me in rapid flashes—the bar, Zeke’s infuriating smile, my rage boiling over, leaving the bar. Then the scent in the air. Sweet, sickly, wrong. The shadow following me. My legs pumping, not as legs but as something more. Paws. My bones snapping and reforming, my skin tearing apart to make way for fur. A wolf. My wolf. The memories don't stop there. They keep going to the halloween night—the cage. The black wolf beneath silver bars. Ezekiel’s eyes staring into mine.

he paused, eyes searching hers for any hint of doubt. "So please, don’t think otherwise." Imogen’s eyes brightened, and a smile curved on her lips. "Sure… but you owe me big time." ************* Snow flipped through the pages, her eyes scanning the words carefully. She was clearly in the library. Since no one was home—her mom and dad were both busy with pack duties—she’d taken the chance to read. The book was about the beginnings of werewolves, their existence, and everything in between. Everything seemed normal, the same beats about being betrayed by a mate. Snow couldn’t help but softly bite her lip before shutting the book closed.

It was incredibly annoying to have them hovering around while I fed my baby. "Listen, I want to make it clear that I don't have a twin, alright? The book's reference could pertain to anyone or anything. I'm not the sole person with a white wolf, and my daughter isn't the only weresin out there," I said dismissively, recalling Vera. Her wolf didn't resemble a typical one; it appeared more like a mere animal, a ferocious one. I couldn't help but think about the stories I had heard of some werewolves transforming into full wolves permanently. They were called NightWisps.

I saw she has something to hide. Gamma Samuel got really angry and decided to talk about everything he knows about her. This includes her causing a misunderstanding between our Pack and the white fang Pack where she comes from. “Do you remember the war that almost happened between White fang Pack and us?” Gamma Samuel asked. “Yes, the abduction of a certain Leah.” I answered.