White Fang Book Novels & Stories

nights sent chills down our spine dangerous as our lives were hanging on a thin line. We found out that Alpha Grey had killed more than ten percent of the members of the Whitefang Pack, men and women even children were not spared from his havoc as he would tear and eat them whole leaving just there bones on display before he would transfer to another area, on those bad days of his rampage when he could not be controlled and subdued, he would break through his chains and escape out of the Pack house to the town's where he would hide in the shadows and hunt for victims who were drenched in fear, most of his attacks were normally aimed at those who were horrified and scared and we have drawn a

As I took small bites of my meal, my mind wandered back to the book's descriptions. When breakfast was finally over, I excused myself politely and headed back to the garden. I retrieved the book from its hiding place and found a secluded spot where I could read in peace. The more I read, the more I realized how much had been lost to history. The white wolves were not the monsters they had been made out to be. They were beings of incredible power and kindness, who had only sought to live in harmony with others.

I turned—and saw a figure standing in the shadows of the trees. A young wolf__white fur with Glowing eyes. Not Freya, Not Veyrix. But something born of both. Freya runs away to stop the dispute alone; a strange white wolf appears, watching Finnick from the shadows.

The white wolf seemed more like a curse than a prize. Despair is an ugly friend. Hunger and thirst picked at my sanity while I heard snippets of battles won and lost. This place was the command center for a country-wide strike against shifters, witches, and anyone else the hunters detected. The immoral purge was demented, and I couldn’t reason away my involvement. The small cage made me more frantic to escape and stop the nonsense. Two days turned into three. By the fourth day, I began to feel feral. Their boasting angered me, especially when I imagined them going after my pack, friends, and family. A hunter’s motive for the killing was prejudice and sport. The only crime being avenged was b

It didn't matter though because killing humans was unacceptable and her death was inevitable. Another hour passed. Brandt and his wolves could hear the second team in the distance. His group changed to human. She had not gotten past them so they knew they were closing in. Brandt put his hand up and everyone froze. Up ahead he caught the first sight of his target and astonishingly her fur was pure white. The color was rare and it was a shame she would die. She was looking away from them but suddenly her head turned in their direction and a split second later she took off. Brandt gave chase, shifting to wolf and giving commands for the others to change and spread out around her.

Watching her wolf, my mate, my heart swelled with pride. Her wolf was relentless, going on a killing spree without mercy. Its white fur was now dyed with blood, making it look like an angel of death. The creatures, once a threat, were now all completely annihilated. When we thought it was all over, her wolf turned towards us, its violent eyes staring deep into our soul. The wolf took a step forward, a low growl rumbling from its chest. Intense cold prickled against my skin, pure dread washing over me. Looking into its eyes, I knew this wasn’t Phoebe, this was a beast that derived joy from dominating.

So the land has been sitting there, ticking away like a grandfather’s clock. That’s why I’m sure that the current pack leader would be dying to let go of this white elephant. The White Fang Alpha was much younger than the Blue Moon Alpha—around my age—so I felt my guard lowered a little, especially since he had a more friendly smile, was more polite and didn’t make dirty jokes.

I felt white searing pain erupt through my body, I could feel every bone snapping and readjusting itself. I saw through my own eyes I was staring at two fluffy white paws. I stood on shaking legs feeling the cool night breeze on my fur. I couldn’t believe I was a wolf, I looked up at Cain, he stood in front of me still holding the dagger. I heard myself let out a piercing howl. he looked shocked before he regained his composure quickly running at me. Before he could land a blow I ran at him. I could feel my claws begin to lengthen. I jumped onto Cain swiping at his eye drawing blood.

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

Samzor's head snapped up, disbelief flashing across his face. For a second, real panic crept into his eyes—but he masked it fast. He let out a cold laugh. "End the betrothal? "Nyara Whitefang, take a walk outside. The streets are crawling with your 'scandals.' What choice do you have besides becoming my mate? "You're the heir of Whitefang. You really gonna bond with that crippled rogue, Frey?" His voice stayed chill, but every word landed like a punch.