White Red Legendary Creatures Novels & Stories

“Mazy is immortal.” “Yes, and so are you,” he says. I blink at him, confused. “When you completed the ceremony, you shared power. The white streak in your hair tells me you are now immortal.” He grins and continues to stare at me. “I wonder what other abilities she might have shared with you.” “That happens?” “Not always. The wolves who carry multiple abilities can share after mating, but Mazelina is different again.” he stares harder. “Mazelina is the Legend of the White Wolf and has infinite abilities.”

Felix looked at Crystal as an indication that she should bring something to cover Mercedes with. He was elated that he had finally united with his mate, and she just talked to him for the first time. Roland was over the moon as well. He looked at the big white wolf in admiration. The surprises were abundant. He never imagined that his mate would be a legend. It was not a small thing in the werewolf realm. She must be the first white wolf to be seen in centuries. It is not certain that, after the perishing of the first generation that there have not been any white wolves.

Capping it all is the large head with owl eyes- intelligent eyes- and the wide red lips that shriek as it counters Lucian and the others’ attacks. “What is that?” Hela whispers, a note of horror in her voice. “I have no idea.” I’ve never read of a creature like this, and goddess knows I’ve read a great deal many books on rare and extinct creatures. “There!” Hela points and I recognize Alpha Kael’s huge wolf immediately. He is alive! The relief that runs through me weakens my leg. “Look!” I point urgently. On the other side of the room lies an unconscious Vain, a sea of red spreading from her torn arm. “Oh goddess, is she alive?”

“She was the first. The original Luna born of prophecy. The one they feared. The one they tried to erase from history.” “And I’m… connected to her?” He didn't deny it. Instead, he whispered, “You were able to open the book, so yes.” You are her blood. Her blood? Yes,history have it that all legendary Luna comes from one lineage. The room spun slightly as his words sank in. “And that’s why I don’t have a wolf?” I asked. “Because I’m not just a normal wolf?” He nodded. “Because you’re something more.” My fingers trembled around the book.

She arrives at Mina’s room and the girl brightens when she sees her. Mina gestures for Iris to come closer and she does. Iris sits at the table beside her, setting the plate carefully on the table among the numerous drawings. Mina points at one. “My mom has told me the story about the legendary white wolf! Have you heard of it, Iris?” Iris shakes her head. She remembers some rumors about royal blood lines and how the Lycans are said to have a special white wolf that is even more powerful. But she never cared for the specifics. She wasn’t Lycan so there was no reason for it to affect her.

But to me, it is another step ahead. I run back to the direction Kendra ran to, and I see an auburn wolf with white patches on the fur and tail, fighting with a black wolf with brown spots all over it. The auburn colored one is definitely Kendra. I can tell that. She has red eyes too because technically, she is a rogue. People say auburn means loyalty and white means kindness. Well, the both colors suit her.

The curiosity in me awakens because of the way Ayla uttered those words. "Long ago, when this world was still young, there were actually five wolf packs and each Alpha possessed a single Eblum. An Eblum is a magical stone that is said to be the source of strength and power for each wolf pack. These stones were gifts from the Moon Goddess. Each of the Alpha built his territory. Each of them has its success. But among the five wolf packs, only one is different.

At the center stood a young man, dusty from travel, his cloak torn and eyes bloodshot. He bowed low as Aria approached. “My name is Fenrik. I bring news from the Red Hills.” Gasps erupted across the room. “The Red Hills were destroyed during the rise of the Thirteenth,” Ressa said. “There was nothing left—no survivors.” Fenrik’s hands trembled. “That’s what we believed. But something else… something worse is happening there now.” Aria stepped closer. “Tell us everything.” “There’s a creature roaming the ashes. Not a man. Not a wolf. Something in between. Tall, covered in runes that pulse like veins. It speaks in dead tongues and walks like it’s… hunting. My people—they followed it into the c

“The White Wolf. A rare genetic throwback not seen in centuries. Not an albino. A true white, with eyes of winter sky or summer storm. Said to be born under a confluence of celestial events. Their blood is rumored to hold properties… healing, perhaps, or something more volatile. Their energy signature is distinct, a quiet hum beneath the skin, detectable only by the oldest or most sensitive wolves.” He looked up at me. “The legends say they were considered sacred. And then, they were hunted to near extinction. Because if their blood could heal… it could also be weaponized.” The words landed like stones in my stomach. A quiet hum. Is that what Saga felt? The static before the storm? “How do y

He immediately covered his trap back so that another beast can be able to fall inside. He left to get other powerful beasts that night and eventually got the nine strongest beasts that he wanted. The first one was the bull with rhino horns, the second was a half elephant half hippopotamus, the third was a half lion half grey falcon which is mainly known as a Griffin, the fourth was a half vampire bat half inland taipan, the fifth was a half panther half eagle, the sixth was a half monkey half scorpion, the seventh was an half blue ring octopus half fox, the eighth was a half grizzle bear half tiger, the ninth one was a half kangaroo half gorilla and the final one was a mixture of a cheetah,