Novel & Cerita White Fang Of The Leaf

The Secret Library The howl echoed through White Fang Territory long after the sound itself had faded. It lingered. Like a warning. Like a promise. Like the beginning of something dangerous. Standing on the palace balcony, Summit Angel Warm watched the distant mountains while cold wind swept through her hair. Beside her, Froz White Fang remained completely still. His blue eyes narrowed toward the northern border. The playful Alpha who spent mornings tormenting her with training had vanished. This was the future ruler of White Fang.

I didn’t tell him I am also curious to know who this white wolf is, such pure white fur, my whole life I have not seen any complete white wolf until today. ‘She is Irene’ suddenly I heard Kaden’s joyful voice and my eyes widened, I once again glanced at white wolf and when focused, inhaled deeply, her scent hit me, she was indeed our mate. I had lost my voice, because she was holding the neck of last remained rogue in her mouth and slowly turned, facing us. I inhaled a sharp breath, she was beautiful, her blue eyes fiercely looking into mine and I knew she and Kaden had connected themselves. Right in front of my eyes she slit the rogue’s throat, her fur was covered with blood around her mout

Lyra's POV Ice-blue eyes pierce the darkness, their intensity making me cringe. I stumble backward, my feet tangling in an unseen root. As I fall, a massive white wolf emerges from the shadows, its pristine fur marred by splatters of crimson. The coppery scent of blood fills my nostrils, growing stronger as the creature approaches, lips curled back to reveal razor-sharp teeth. The hunger radiating from it is palpable. No, not hunger – ravenous, all-consuming starvation.

Finally, Chief Virjan spoke, announcing our arrival. “This is it, Ari. The home of the Nightleaf.” As we reached the ground where the Nightleaf grows, I was in awe at the sight. The rare plant was everywhere, small fields of Nightleaf stretching out before me. I knelt on the ground, captivated by the beautiful flower with leaves resembling the crescent moon, and tiny white flowers sparkling like bright stars under the moonlight. It felt magically stunning, as if the plant's leaves were plucked from the night sky itself. The Chief smiled at my amazement with the magical plant they proudly cultivated.

He prayed earnestly to the gods for their help and guidance. A powerful gust of chilly wind blew from the direction of the shrine, passing through them, shaking the leaves off the large maple trees and kicking up dead leaves on the ground into a swirl that spiraled around them, dancing in the air. Leo glanced to his side and saw the white haze surrounding Vivi grow visible until a misty image of a woman in white overlapped with Vivi’s image. He blinked for a second, and the phantom image was gone. The breeze had also died down, letting the leaves settle to the ground.

Author's POV After Kehna and her father left, Ruby quickly went to look for the 'so-called shadow' Kehna saw. "Seriously?" She shouted furiously as she waited for an answer. "You really have to learn how to knock," the 'so-called shadow' said in a surprisingly calm tone "Look, I'm not here to joke around with you, just tell if you went out today"

William rose, offered a quiet bow, and left the room. When the door closed, only Neval remained. Liliana’s expression grew colder. “I saw it myself,” she said. “The witches rule the Whitefang wolves now. Slave marks on their necks. Treated like property in their own territory.” Neval’s hands curled into fists at his sides. A low, furious sound escaped his throat.

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.

The wind gusts as if there's an upcoming hurricane which provokes the trees to get wild like they're going to kick me out of this wilderness. "What is happening?" The pieces of leaves flew and directly hit my face, leaving some scratches. Seriously, what kind of leaves are those? A blade? It stings. I glanced at the sky as the gleams of rays were captured by my peripheral vision, and it was like what I saw in my dreams. It flickered from blue to white, and gold which made me shine in the darkness. It was astonishing, yet the burning sensations began to swallow me. I wanted to scream out the pain, as if someone was constantly piercing a thousand rivets in my heart.

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.