White Night Fury Name Novels & Stories

She couldn’t deny how his muscular body and pure masculine magnetism drew her to him. If he regained movement she’d die. She knew that and he probably wished he could get his hands on her. She glanced across the room to stare at the cracked and peeling white paint that ran the length of the room on the floor by the door. The staff called it the kill line. All test subjects were shackled by each limb. Though they were strong enough to break chains occasionally, none had ever broken all four at once. They only needed one free limb to kill. She sat inside the kill zone with an enraged, huge male whose two arms were chained but they weren’t connected to anything anymore. That realization made he

White light burst from her chest, blinding and pure. Where once stood a battered warrior woman, now stood a creature of legend—the White Wolf, radiant and terrible. Veyra threw back her head and howled. The sound split the heavens. It wasn't just her voice that rose in that cry—it was Zevi's too, twining with hers, stronger than death. A sound of grief. Of rage. Of unstoppable will. The phantom wolves faltered. The Order's magic trembled. And Veyra, burning with fury and love, struck.

"Then let me fall for that trap." Utter arrogance! Fanny stared at Lucas and felt that he was way too arrogant. In the past, she had never heard of such a person, let alone met one. "Alright!" Fanny gritted on her teeth. "Since you insist on having a death wish, then I shall agree with you!" Then, Fanny led Lucas to the Fury Fire Palace. … The Fury Fire Palace was one of the three main organizations in the northern area. The three main organizations in the northern area were God Sword Organization, Fury Fire Palace, and the Aqua Nimbus Organization.

The rage that exploded out of Faith was unlike anything the North had ever seen. She didn't cry anymore. She didn't scream. The grief of believing Killian and Leo were dead had completely detached her from her normal, gentle self. With a deafening roar that caused the burning concrete blocks of Sector Four to vibrate, Faith shifted back into the massive White Wolf. Her fur was no longer pristine: it was stained with black soot and gray ash, making her look like a phantom rising from a graveyard. Her pure white eyes burned with a freezing, absolute hatred.

And besides that, my legs were starting to cramp up. “Hurry it along, demon. A little less talk and a lot more action. You were saying you have a name to give me?” He wagged his finger at me. “Hasn’t anybody ever taught you to respect your elders, Luna?” I shook the picture with both hands. “And don’t you understand I’m running out of time? I have to get Lydia! The name. Give me the name!” He closed his eyes. When he opened them, they shone with a color I had never seen before. I caught my breath.

The air became silent, and still, no one moved. It had been the talk for the past few days. Something from the past had returned. Something with perilous intent for all of mankind. Her father's soldiers had been sent forth across the sea to battle these things, these whispers, and while everyone was scared to say it, they knew it was a failed voyage, and none of those men were fated to return. Not with the bodies the waves kept washing daily to the coast. The soldiers had been graced with the powers of the Whites, an untold force that was meant to keep them alive, but no one believed that was even a thing. Because they hadn't seen it used. But hell was about to break loose. And this danger,

Then she walked away, leaving us to talk. "Hello," a silver wolf said in the Pack Mind. "Aren't you the Luna?" I nodded mentally. "Yes. My name is Kalyssa. What's your name?" He smirked. "My name's Seven." "That's a very unusual name," I replied. "Do you know why your parents named you Seven?" He shrugged. "We're all 'S' names. My youngest sister is Silver...." He started going through a list of names, all beginning with S. "... and then there's Sasha."

'Jace, ask Alpha Remus to join my table,' I let my Beta know in the mind link. A few seconds later, the Alpha and his family join Drina and me. I introduce them all to each other. I notice that Luna Faith watches Drina longer than usual. “Hi Drina, I'm also a White Wolf,” she indicates meaningfully. “My mission was to push back the rival power of the occult from a large pack and turn the wolves back to Selene,” she said. Drina responds with a polite smile and shakes the Luna's hand. “Luna, congratulations on the success,” she says politely. A female host emerges and all attention has now shifted back to the stage.

Zafira was nearby. Suddenly, a cold, mocking voice broke the silence. “Looking for answers, pup?” Zafira whispered, her tone challenging. “You shouldn’t meddle in matters that don’t concern you.” Alex clenched his fists. “Why did you attack Scarlett? Where are you, you filthy serpent?” Zafira emerged from the shadows, wearing a cold, calculating smile. “Scarlett?” she repeated with disdain. “That girl owes me something. Stay out of this, or you’ll learn what I’m capable of.”

“You’re not making a deal with Lucas. You’re making one with me. And if you don’t, well, I hope you like cats.” “What do you want?” “First, you need to make a charitable donation to FONTA, anonymously, of course. We don’t want people thinking you went and did something nice.” The Friends of the Night Association, or FONTA for short, is an organization that promotes human-vampire relationships, both personal and professional. “And the size of the donation needs to be at least half of the amount you sold me for.” My father does his best not to recoil from the thought of doing anything to help FONTA. “What else?”