White Night Fury Name Novels & Stories

alpha Rowan explains to all of us. "Any questions?" Alpha Aiden asks and none of us had any. "Great, I'll leave it to you beta," alpha Aiden says holding alpha Rowan's hand leaving us alone in the room with our beta. "Yesterday you all did a great step in your life, you shifted for the first time, we have two grey wolves and an adorable white one," he says not specifying which one of us is which color. All of my family is dark furred wolf, I don't think I'll be the white one, we take after our parents and mine are black and brown.

"I am not staying here long. You know that." He suddenly looked tired, almost drained. "What do you need to know again?" The look of resignation didn't fit any Alpha so I cast my eyes to the floor as I spoke. "What else can you tell me about them?" Emerett sighed. "The second group of rogues call themselves White ice." My brows furrowed. "White ice? That sounds oddly specific." Emerett laughed. "That is because it is." "They call themselves White Ice because their leader had white hair. His hair rivals the color of fresh snow and as if that wasn't enough, his wolf is a pure white wolf."

It did not come from a werewolf. It came from something far older. Far more powerful. And for the first time in eighteen years… It answered Ivy by name. “Aurelia…” The unfamiliar name echoed through her soul. Ivy’s eyes flew open. Silver replaced every trace of green. The room exploded with light. And the White Lycan… Finally began to awaken. To Be Continued…

"Everyone knows the Rivera girl is a rare white wolf. Her pups will be top-tier Alphas, every single one. Whoever mates her becomes the future Alpha King." "And look at her—the Moon Goddess must've carved her by hand." "A wolf like that, blood like that, Is Damian insane?" "Poor Rivera girl. Her own mate doesn't even want her." The whispers circled. Everyone was certain I'd name Damian—they'd all seen how badly I'd fallen for him. In my last life, I worshiped Damian as my savior. White wolves are rare, which means my life was never peaceful. I got snatched by rogues once.

"White Claw? Seriously? Like the fizzy drink from the grocery stores?" Caleb rolled his eyes and sighed, though he had a small smile on his face. "Please, bear with the names of our pack, Elara. It's an ancient name based on the winter snow. That's the least we can do for ourselves to keep our history alive." Damon and Kate burst out laughing, and even Fenrir let out a short grunt that sounded like a chuckle. The whole awkward feeling completely vanished. ________ Ten minutes later, we were walking down the dirt path away from the cabins, leaving the White Claw pack behind. Fenrir had decided it was much better to travel on foot through the thick brush so the facility's surviving helicopters

The witches closed in, their laughter echoing like a chorus of nightmares. Something inside Aqua snapped. A surge of dark energy, unfamiliar and terrifying, welled up within her. She felt her pendant grow hot against her skin, the clear crystal turning black as smoke. The air around her crackled with raw power as she turned back towards the attackers, her fear morphing into a blinding rage.

he replied, "but I guess it was another false alarm." I furrowed my brows. So that was why he was so frustrated. "I know you want a mate—" He huffed, interrupting me. "How many years has it been, Hunter?" That was the first time he had ever called me by my name. Fury is a massive black wolf with an ego to match his size. He never lowers his standards for anyone. He never backs down, and until now, he had never surrendered enough to address me as his host by name.

There was a rumor that he could expel some sort of energy in his attacks that could knock someone down without ever touching them. He wasn’t the only one who possessed unnatural abilities. There was a female warrior in his pack that was known as Nightingale. She was extremely agile with swift reflexes that were almost invisible to the naked eye. Aside from her, there was Phantom. I didn’t know the ranks of the pack members, but each member had skills that were just as strong as their Alpha. Phantom could move so fast that some believed he could teleport and he was more dangerous than Shadowstrike. Phantom was a known killer and was on the top of the wanted list for not only werewolves but al

An obvious shock could be seen in Azrael's eyes the moment the name left Ernord's mouth -The White fur- The name which was rumored to be addressed of the legendary wolf, fur as white as snow and strength beyond striking measures. He was the rearest amongst all wolf kind and possibly a very powerful one according to the tales they had heard. "Can you fight?" Azrael asked seeing as the man could be of a little use. "Yes, yes I can" Ernord replied with heist. "Alright, fight him" Azrael gestured towards one of the men who stood behind him.

The adrenaline crash was a physical plummet. Out on the ice, bathed in the blinding white light of my Lycan form, I had been an untouchable god. I had brought an entire standard pack to its knees and broken the Alpha who had tormented me for years. But as the heavy iron gates of the Northern Shadows fortress slammed shut behind us, locking out the howling blizzard, the brutal reality of my new life crashed down on my shoulders. I was no longer a floor scrubber hiding in the shadows. I was the White Wolf. I was the Luna. And by claiming that title, I had just painted a massive, glowing target on my back.