White Rabbit Chronicles Series Novels & Stories

Their worry permeated the air, but it was not for him or the little human girl that was left behind. It was for themselves. The Conduit was dead and now there was no one to protect them. About the Author Charly Clark is a designer and a writer. Wolf Queen is her debut novel. She has been writing for as long as she remembers and her works are spread over a variety of genres. She works from her home in Slough, Berkshire and splits her time between writing and her business Cheeky Charly’s. She has both Bachelor’s degree as well as a Master’s degree in interior designing. She has also founded her own small sewing business called Cheeky Charly’s. Charly loves to travel and experience new places

I had to tell Cole. Cole was our Alpha and he would know exactly what to do with this information. What my brother and the other wolves dont know is that our pack has been under attck by witches using black magic. Dead wolves have been found around the territory with their hearts ripped out and turned to sludge. Weird symbols were carved into their bodies.

Rose my wolf said through our link making me smile. Rose came to me when I first shifted at 16. When she showed me what she looked like I was stunned. Maybe I'm a little biased because she is my wolf, but she is beautiful. She stands tall and proud; she is bigger than a normal size wolf. Her coat is solid white. I thought it was strange at first and she's never told me why she has pure white fur, but she was beautiful. No one has a solid white wolf like I do so it made us stand out. She's made me stronger in a way, pushed me to fight better and helped me when I felt insecure. She will forever be a part of me, but she can be a bitch most of the time. She is very protective and doesn't

“Fuck you, Nyx.” “Oh, hush. You were always so dramatic.” Something flickers beside me. A shape that I recognize. Small and white, fading in and out of existence like rapid pulses. “Bubbles?” I whisper. The rabbit flickers into full form for a breath, her ears flattened, fur standing on end, eyes glowing faintly gold. Then she vanishes again. Nyxara rolls her eyes. “Oh, for the love of the old gods, stay still, sister. You’re giving me a headache.”

What color would her fur be? Lia positioned herself on the carpet about six feet from him, arms at her sides, a naked goddess with her lustrous mane of hair and her hazel eyes flecked with gold. She looked at him for a long moment then closed her eyes, let out her breath, and began to turn in a circle. Yes, it was exactly as it had been with Mike, the air around spinning. As she moved faster, the air became a blur, a thick cloud surrounding her until suddenly it stopped, fell away, and Riley gasped. A gorgeous white wolf stood in her place, with a sculptured head and a majestic body.

It was of an older woman and when she opened her eyes, they were bright white. “A chosen wolf child will be born. Her powers will be unfathomable. Her domains will be far and wide. After a thousand moons, she will come, born from parents with unfortunate fates. She will one day unite, the warring clans.” And just like that, the blue fire vanished and White Wolf fell into the soft ground with a gentle thud. Still, no one spoke. As if on cue, Crescent Leaf, approached her daughter and when White Wolf woke up, she did not have her normal eyes. They used to be deep blue, now they are white.

One week later. No one came that night for Violet’s note. But since we had been spying every day, what we did know was that someone did eventually come, we had just frustratingly missed them. Since then, we had decided that each watch would be for four hours, with another group of three coming to the border to take over whilst the others headed back to camp, meaning that any move Violet and her mystery friend made would not be missed again. “What’s with the sudden fascination with that Whitlock pack then Estelle?” Oscar asked curiously as me and grams poured the fresh water we had collected into the shallow well.

And five glowing pillars of colored light shooting into the heavens—each pulsing with raw power. She didn’t know what any of it meant. But she would find out. And she would find the wolf. And when she did… maybe then the pieces would start to make sense. Maybe then she'd stop feeling like a loaded weapon waiting for a target. Somewhere ahead—beyond the edge of the world she knew—was a pack who called the Rockies home. A pack whose Queen had already become legend in whispers and rumors. The one the wind had been whispering to her about for over a year now.

Ryn and Jarek stood off to the side, arms folded as they watched, while Lucas leaned against a tree, eyes sharp and unreadable. The witch was crouched near a firepit, her hands were busy tying something in a small cage. When she straightened up, my stomach dropped. Inside was a rabbit, white with specks of gray, its ears twitching nervously. My chest tightened. “Why… why do you have that?” Her dark eyes flicked to mine. “Today you learn to heal.” A bad feeling crept over me, my palms started to sweat. “What do you mean?” Without answering, she pulled a thin blade from her belt, before I could move, before I even realized what she was going to do, she nicked the rabbit’s side.