White Rabbit Chronicles Series Novels & Stories

The Wolves reside in a dense, ancient forest that lies on the outskirts of Greiner, far from the prying eyes of the Fairies. Here, they have lived in seclusion for the past years. They had numerous tents filled with male werewolves as the fairies were able to get rid of all female wolves and they can't mate with a fairy because the power of the fairy can't allow a wolf grow. And all fairies had power. However they've been surving hiding from the fairies in the woods but they refused to grow weak. Their Alpha, Conri was ruthless and dauntless, but he cared alot for his pack. He was just a little child when the fairies took his mother away and has strived to keep the pack together.

More resolved. When I returned to the bedroom, I noticed the rumpled state of the bed. The sheets still smelled faintly of Sylvan's rain-forest scent, mingled with the sour hint of wolfsbane whiskey and salt from my tears. "Martha?" I called, stepping into the hallway. She appeared from downstairs. "Yes, Dr. Bennett?" "Could you change the bedding, please? And..." I hesitated. "How are the rabbits doing?" Martha's face brightened. "Oh, wonderful news about that! I found another pack healer who can take them all – the mother and her babies. She specializes in small prey animals and says they'll have a proper habitat."

“Yeah. That sounds like a plan. You only had a couple of books and they didn’t look very thick.” “I know. It doesn’t seem like white wolves are really that common. The first documented one was in the 1500’s and then the next one wasn’t until 1680. Maybe there’s only one every century or something. I don’t know. I’ll know more when I read more.” “Have you found anything interesting?” Piper asked. “Sort of. There’s still a lot more to go through.” I say. I stayed in my bed reading that night while the others were sleeping and I ended up falling asleep with the book on the bed while I had been reading.

“Let’s see, little bunny, what’s your story?” Ethan lifts the rabbit to his ear, pretending to listen intently then nodding along as if the bunny is speaking to him. “He says he’s a boy, and he calls himself Mr. Fluff though you can give him a nickname if you like, and yes, he is white because he comes from the arctic, though he’s only ever visited the north pole itself.” “Daddy ask him if he’s wild!” Paisley chirps excitedly.

Again, thank you so much, and have a wonderful new year! More Books by me: Under the Moon Series: Book1 - Under the Pale Moon (vampire LGBT+) Book2 - Under the Blue Moon (werewolf LGBT+) Book 3 - Under the Crimson Moon (dragon-shifter LGBT+) Wed to the Alpha (fluffy romance/fantasy/werewolf) I am Not Your Love Story (CEO/richman LGBT+) Adventures of the Crown Series: Book1 - The Purple Wolf and the Enerawyn (fantasy/adventure, hints of LGBT+)

Thank you so much for coming along with me on this adventure. This first book has proven to be extremely difficult. I’m sure you’re wondering if Sierra’s journey will end here, or what Zaiden will discover in Queen Esme’s journal. Well, I won’t keep you waiting too long. I will reveal all this and more in the novels that follow. Order of the Ambersky Pack Series: 1. Wolves & Magic (completed) 2. A Dark Revenge (TBD)

which meant their value was going to be amazing. "The black one calms the other two. The red one is quite silly. The black one and the white one are affectionately playful with one another. They’re all very well-mannered, but the black one is such a sweetheart." Pearl ran her palm over his smooth fur and, at the last second, Dark nipped at her fingertips. Her hand jerked back from him as she glared daggers at the giant thing. "What do you want for them?" Alec tilted his head just slightly as White began to pace a slow and stalking circle that made his shoulders hunch with every step. He was thinking, and Pearl knew it. Well... she needed more spellbooks and money and, well, to open the porta

Yesterday night she had talked about how the sky looked extra blue and how she almost cried because of how beautiful it was. For a lowly wolf like her, an omega, a handmaiden, treated like nothing by most, Lyra was the most hopeful, brightest, and annoyingly cheerful person I had ever met. Even I, Luna of the fortress, could never match her energy. “And my Luna, you won’t believe this, while I was fetching water this morning, I saw a rabbit. A white one! Pure white! I swear it winked at me, like actually actually winked. I think that is a sign of good luck, my Luna. Don’t you think so? Rabbits don’t wink for no reason.”

Mira clawed at her throat, her eyes wide, terrified, her fingers scraping at nothing as the invisible force tightened around her neck. Rowan lifted his other hand to finish it, and that’s when it happened. A flash of white. No, it wasn't white. It was blinding, holy even and almost impossible. It erupted right in front of Rowan, exploding outward like a star being born. Every warrior, every puppet, every creature on the field cried out and shielded their eyes. I fell onto my hands as the world turned winter white. “What…?!” Rowan snarled, stumbling back. The light reached my skin, warm, and familiar, and I just knew who it was.

The animal rumbled underneath my desk; it’s feline yellow eyes the only thing I could see. I didn’t know what was wrong with me; I had finally gotten concrete evidence against Sienna and I could finally forget about this place. So why was I feel relieved about having to stay here for a few more days before the international werewolf council members arrive here? I could afford to be fooled again; I have nothing else to give anymore. Sebastian…would be fine. Now that I was about to be taken under witness protection, I would be exposed to a lot of more harm. I had to stand my ground; I just had to.