Romans & histoires White Fang Of The Leaf

Within seconds, Nox had taken his form, his fangs hanging low and I had receeded to the back of my mind, watching the world through his bloodied gaze. We dashed through the forest, the wind shifting through our mane and blurring the trees beside us. The air bustled with life and I could hear the chirping of crickets, the subtle heartbeat of a deer that took cover behind an oak tree and the small ants that marched across a tiny leaf.

My head snapped back, and suddenly, I was somewhere else entirely. Visions flashed before my eyes too quickly to process or grasp. A forest full of fog, And then, suddenly, I saw a white wolf, as pure as snow, beautiful and strong, running through the misty forest. She turned to me, and her eyes shone. "I'm here," she whispered through my mind. And then, as quickly as she had appeared, she was gone. I blinked, coming back to reality with a start. I gasped, finding myself back in our bedroom and leaning heavily against Roman's chest. He had shifted back to his human form, and was watching me closely.

Sniffia's mother said, voice like iron dragging across stone, “come. But they won’t believe you. They won’t leave here. And I raised them like my own.” Luna’s hand curled into a fist. “I’ll convince them. One way or another.” Sniffia's mother smiled, unbothered. “Suit yourself.” Then— A sound like leaves gasping. Wind twirled. Light spiraled from the bark as a shield shimmered at the edge of the clearing—its bearer stepping forth, woven from light and wood. Leaves fluttered around their feet like feathers drifting from an ancient sky. Luna’s mouth parted as she stared at the figure standing in the whirlwind of leaves.

But who is this woman who is a bonafide princess of a werewolf tribe that hides thousand of years worth of secrets that no outsiders should know. Will Meiko, her wolf and the Moon Goddess ever return to her? Or will she be a wolfless Queen Luna? *DISCLAIMER: this book contains (SEXUAL, SUICIDAL, DANGEROUS, EXPLICIT) SCENES AND WORDS NOT SUITABLE FOR PEOPLE BELOW 18 YEARS OLD. READ AT YOUR OWN RISKS! YOU HAVE BEEN WARNED!) Fangs: Tale of the Moon Goddess (soon) SYNOPSIS

“Yeah, almost everyone here is.” “That is so cool! Do you have fangs?! Can I see them? Do you ha-” He smiled. “You’re cute.” I blushed, immediately stopping my rambling. That's when I realized that the men sitting beside me were staring at me weirdly. “Sor-” Before I could get another word out, chaos knocked on the door. A group of about ten to fifteen men burst through the doors. They drew everyone’s attention. Their eyes were glowing red. Their fangs were on show. Their sharp overgrown nails were out on display.

It’s not green-glowing like I’d expect the Luna’s to be, more of a washed-out bluish-white, so I assume it’s mr-blue-eyes-cleft-chin fae zipping northward like a sixteen hundred horsepower Hennessey Venom F5, defying the laws of physics with a fluid and aerodynamic grace. “Why that little—!” Channeling my indiscriminate swearing his direction, I begin retooling my plan, but before I can finish that curse, a second sylphide streak follows him in a foggy greyish haze. Then, I’ll fucking be a hairy werewolf if there isn’t a third, this one blazing along in a distinct pale yellow like a sunbeam. “Fuck me! How many of those fae is that Candlewood alpha keeping in there!? All of them?”

Alien but welcome. He turned, then walked the perimeter of the border, about a few metres from where he had originally stood. It wasn't far from where he had first met Aella and imprinted on her. The place held so much sentimental value to him now. He'd imprinted on one of the greatest and rarest breeds of wolves, a White Wolf, and he had never felt this lucky. Among a grove of trees, a tombstone stood, white, and eerily regal. Vines and thistles were already creeping up the tombstone. Logan walked forward and crouched before the tombstone, then pushed aside the vines on it.

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.”

A malicious air permeated into the air as he glanced towards the forest, meeting the eye of a feral beast. The man appeared ecstatic then his surprised face went cold as he ordered his men to open the car door. They drove away from there and there flashed before her the life she had been living while she still has no recollection of the past. She was Zane Fangs, the daughter of the Alpha of Dusk Dawn Pack, 21 years old. TBC Maple Writes (Don't forget to leave a comment, share and give me reviews for me to know if there are things that I should improve with and change at the same time. Have a good day. Enjoy reading.)

The appearance of a white wolf is mystical in shifter history. The prophecy claims that a white wolf is the guiding power behind a great change. These crazy men thought I was leading them to victory in some shifter war. “I’m probably just an albino, right, Doc?” He shook his head from side to side, making me feel defeated. “No. Beyond your white fur, you have no signs or DNA of albinism. The code for pure white fur is polygenetic. Multiple alleles are responsible for the expression of white fur. The probability that the exact combination for the trait is present is extremely low.”