White Fang Of The Leaf 소설 & 이야기

“You can’t just say that. I know the rules, okay? I know that the Luna has to stay in the pack house with the Alpha. I know that the Luna has to be a part of the blood blond so she can mind-link with everyone. It’s for safety. It’s for power. It’s for whatever other fucked up reason they have come up with, and there isn’t anything anyone can do to change that.” “But maybe you can.” Doren motions to me. “What the hell is that supposed to mean?” I glare at him. “Roo, you are the first wolf that I have ever met, that I have ever heard of, that has special abilities outside of an alpha. I haven’t ever heard of there being a white wolf alive in over 3 centuries. Everything about you is an excepti

A pair of laughter came from above us. It made my heart stop. I knew what was coming before it even happened. Why weren't we careful!? I heard Fang squeak out a whimper and I stopped to look back at him. FANG! I found him rolling as two ungodly looking sub vampire species was attacking him. Their blades were matching as they held onto metal rods soaked in the smell of wolfsbang. A deadly herb for werewolves because.... once in the wound we won't heal properly. I know- because of the trap.

My wolf and I let out a pitiful howl before we took off into the woods. We ran and ran, the cool breeze causing my instincts to grow sharper, the edge of the pain I felt initially blurring away. I returned back to my car, shifting back. I knew just who to contact about this matter at hand.

"It turns out that the Holy-heart Precious Tree is so magical! It brought you such a change in just three days!" At this point, Fang Xiao still believed that Caspian had such strength because of the leaf of the Holy-heart Precious Tree. Seeing the ice and snow explode into pieces, a fierce look appeared on his face. "Humph, I won't die here today. "And I want the leaf of the Holy-heart Precious Tree and your cultivation methods!" Fang Xiao lifted his long blade and slashed it across his palm. White blood immediately flowed out from the wound on his palm. As the blood dripped onto the blade, ice rivers appeared behind him.

"Not us. You. Only you." Her eyes—already big—went wider. "Just me? Why?" I swallow hard. The words tasted like rust. "They're called Lustfangs. They look almost vampire-like—pale, fast, flawless if you don't know what's behind the smile. But they're not. They run on one instinct." I force myself to meet her gaze. "They smell a woman's desire or her scent from miles away. They track it. They...take her. Over and over until she's carrying what they put inside her."

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.

A shift. A flicker of light. And then… A leaf drifted from a tree above us. Not unusual on its own. But this leaf… It glowed. Faintly. Softly. Silver at the edges. Floating down like a tiny falling star. It landed on Frynn’s palm, and the glow pulsed once before dying. He looked at me slowly. “This is… not an ordinary leaf.” “No,” I whispered, breath caught. “It’s a sign.” “From the Old Ones?” He asked.

I stood, brushing past a glowing crimson vine coiled around a stone pillar and once again, I realized that it was something I had never seen before, not even in the Werewolf Realm. Before I could study them more, Pearl tugged my hand. “Liza, what about this one?” She pointed to a squat, wide-leafed plant with orange-tipped edges, a plant I did recognize. “Ah, this one,” I mused, kneeling. “Okay, so this is called Fireleaf. Fireleaf has strong healing properties. Its smoke calms the body, and its leaves seal wounds quickly. But if it's overused, it dulls the senses and…”

Though it is. I believe I'm biting into a cherry just picked from the branch because I keep smelling sweet spring fruit in the air. My wolfsbane should have run out by now, and my rut should be done. However, the energy around the Rig may be deceiving me and bringing out my lycan traits when they should be latent until the next full moon. I'm having trouble falling asleep as it gets later because we have to leave early tomorrow. The sides of the rig are violently slapped by the roar of the water. In my head, desire is constantly shouting to be satisfied.