White Fang Naruto Novels & Stories

But beneath the calm, something was different. My cheekbones looked sharper than usual. My true hair color had begun to show half black, half white. Almost like a sorcerer. Goddess, no wonder people always stared. I should cut the black parts off. Maybe then, I’d look… normal. My kind of normal. “Alright,” Whitee finally whispered. “But you have to stay in control. Just enough to see my shape and fur. Don’t let me take over.” I nodded once. “Close your eyes. Relax your muscles. Just feel me take over. Only feel… I’ll do the rest.”

Qiang immediately begins trading blows with this nagata, pushing them back and further away from me with each move. Suddenly I hear the loud pained whine of a wolf. My head whips to the side and I see Gamma Feng’s wolf being crushed as a nagata has their tail wrapped around him like a python. I sprint over and push my spirit out as hard as I can towards the nagata attacking Feng. They let out a pained scream, clutching their head as their tail goes slack and releases him. Feng’s wolf drops to the ground but can’t get up, I can tell just from looking, that the injuries are severe. I keep my spirit pushed towards the nagata as I kneel beside Feng.

Astrid turns to behold Blaze's other form, Lucian the Tiger. The white tiger, with his alabaster fur adorned by black stripes and striking blue eyes, commanded awe and reverence. His towering presence, standing at a staggering shoulder height of 9 feet (274.32 cm), marked him as an apex predator of unparalleled might. In the moonlight, its ghostly white coat blended seamlessly with the surrounding darkness, giving him an elusive and enigmatic aura. The piercing blue eyes seemed to radiate an otherworldly intelligence, evoking an uncanny sense of foreboding. Surprisingly, Astrid found herself unafraid in the presence of this majestic creature.

Their sharp overgrown nails were out on display. I subconsciously started trembling at their dark auras. Something didn’t feel right. I looked back at the bartender who had a murderous glare in his eyes. Something was wrong. The men started destroying everything and everyone that got in their way. There was no escape. They were blocking the doorway. It was terrible. I didn’t want to see the sliced necked or severed body parts. I wanted to leave, but I was paralyzed in fear. They would destroy me just like the rest of them. But I didn’t want to see people die for no reason. I had never even fought before, but I watched enough anime to have an idea of how it would turn out.”

The fur that adorned my wolf's form was not just any color—it was a pure, pristine white. Whispers rippled through the pack, carried on the wind like a sacred secret revealed. The legend of the white wolf echoed in their murmurs, a tale passed down through generations. It was said that a white wolf possessed a unique power, a healing ability that transcended the bounds of ordinary werewolves. They were believed to be chosen, destined to bring solace and aid to those in need.

But she couldn’t explain it away, not when she looked at his mouth from which two teeth were protruding now. No, not teeth. Fangs! Pointy, sharp fangs like those of an animal. Like a Sabertooth tiger. She couldn’t think it, no, because to think it made it real. It couldn’t be real. It didn’t exist. He didn’t exist, not like that.

“No matter what you do, don't let my brother find out what happened between us. I will never forgive you in the same way that I did the rest of you.” “Remember that I am not the same person I was when you gang raped me. I am Violet now, the woman you bow to, the woman capable of resurrecting you, the white witch, as they call me. But let me assure you, they may call me the white witch, but I'm not that kind, so don't get on my nerves.”

Thor POV My first instinct was to hurt her, really bad. After all, she was a member of the white fang pack. But I couldn't do it… I could not bring myself to harm her the way I wanted to, just as I cowered back in the cell. The pain in my palm grew intense as she continued to chew in my skin like some wild pup, and I had to yank my hand away from her lips. Wiping my blood off her mouth, her yellow eyes sparkled with anger, and she mumbled, "Is this how you thank someone for taking you out of a shithole!"

My head shoots up and I look at him quizzically. “Where?” I asked. “White fang. See this tower off in the distance?” He says pointing to the picture I was holding of the view out the window. I nod my head. “No other packs have towers that close to the pack house. The sound of the hum from the electricity hurts werewolves ears too much to have one that close. White fang is the only pack that I know of that has one within a twenty-mile radius of the pack.”

He growled a warning, clearly telling the male to back off. Testing the air, he could find no female leaving scent that might give the cat added incentive to fight. The other janguar fighting with the white wolf was also male. Surprisenly, it was bleeding all over, whilst the white wolf stood tall and proud, uninjured one bit.