Novel & Cerita White Fang Book

I picked up the book about the white wolves when my eyes landed on it. I took a seat in my chair and flipped open the book. As I read it, I was engrossed. According to the book, there were only five white wolves in the beginning. Another five were discovered over time from all four corners of the globe, and they were somewhat related to the first five. It reported that after the second five, the Moon Goddess stopped bestowing white fur on wolves for unexplained reasons. I became frustrated after reading a few more pages and putting the book down. From the first ten white wolves, there was no trace of Claudia or her family. "Did the Moon Goddess give her the white fur on purpose?" I thought t

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

Alpha Oney of the White Fangs pack – Point of View The borders of the White Fang are not just lines on a map, they are the bleeding veins of my territory, and I don’t tolerate anything daring enough to threaten them. For days, I’d been receiving reports of a lone wolf lurking in the neutral zone far too close to our border. My scouts insisted she was cautious, never stepping a paw across the line, but her unseen, unwelcome presence was a thorn that refused to be pulled.

Gloria loved to debase her milk tasters with little acts of humiliation that mollified her basic role of submissive servant for pleasure. Lafitte was right on the edge. He could feel his spunk rising deep inside his immortal core. He knew he could never have children but the instinct to procreate was strong in his cock. His creation fang was vibrating with intense desire. He fought off the urge to bury his fang in the middle-aged woman's lustrous white skin and allowed his vampire juices to escape deep inside her tight clutching rectum.

What color would her fur be? Lia positioned herself on the carpet about six feet from him, arms at her sides, a naked goddess with her lustrous mane of hair and her hazel eyes flecked with gold. She looked at him for a long moment then closed her eyes, let out her breath, and began to turn in a circle. Yes, it was exactly as it had been with Mike, the air around spinning. As she moved faster, the air became a blur, a thick cloud surrounding her until suddenly it stopped, fell away, and Riley gasped. A gorgeous white wolf stood in her place, with a sculptured head and a majestic body.

Unfolding the rough paper under the dim candlelight, my breath completely seized inside my throat, as I read the content of the letter: "THE WHITE WOLF, CHILD OF PERDITION, SHALL BE KILLED BEFORE HE DESTROYS OUR WORLD."

she whispered before I had the chance to ask before everything went black into a dreamless sleep. Stephen POV: After I let her friend take care of her, I went to take a quick shower. I tried to get the sight of her hurt out of my head, but I couldn't. I shouldn't have left her. I knew I should have brought my beta and delta, but I didn't think those damn things would attack tonight, of all nights. I let my mind drift to her wolf. Why is she pure white? I've heard of some being like that, but I've never seen it. It's very rare for it to happen, but then again, it's even more rare for an alpha to have a daughter so maybe that's why?

Every eye turned back to her with a chilling mixture of shock and sublime terror. Killian turned to Grace, his brow furrowed in disbelief. "Mother, do you even hear what you’re saying? You’re talking about the White Wolf. That’s a myth—a ghost story told to pups. It has never existed outside of ancient folklore." "No, I saw it with my own eyes!" Grace insisted, her voice sharp and ominous. "It hasn't appeared in ages, and though no one living remains to tell its true tale, the legends are clear. The White Wolf is a feral, cursed entity. It brings nothing but ruin and calamity. I saw her tear Maya apart with my own eyes. Look at the body—ripped and mangled with such merciless precision that o

Charlotte was sitting quietly on her bed after the session with Matt. Her conversation with the Beta kept echoing in her head. “Alpha Azraiel is a Trueblood…!” The white wolf is Azraiel…...Azraiel is the white wolf…. She suddenly sat up straight and went to the pile of books beside her closet. The first book was about shifting, so she kept it aside….second was the same…..but the third… There it is…. She picked the third book and opened the index. Moving her index finger down the page she stopped when she found what she was looking for. Quickly flipping to the page number she climbed into her bed and leaned back.

This threw both Fyre and myself for a loop "Why were you following me?" "Because you are important. I know you've discovered you're a Birazzi." "I know my surname but not what it means, it shouldn’t change who I am?" This response made his face turn serious, grin replaced with a cold look his eyes burned steadily at me, there were no flashes of colour indicating his wolf, just a stark cold glare. A chill ran up me despite the mild evening air. He might be the future Alpha King of White Forest and though he didn't inspire my awe, I did feel fear building in Fyre and she urged me to tread very carefully.