White Red Legendary Creatures Novels & Stories

It's nauseating! I frowned when a powerful aura came at me at full speed. I dodge and Light uses her power to light up the place. "Grahh!" The beast growled and attacked the light with a bloody thing. I frowned and narrowed my eyes when I saw the hideous-looking beast. Crimson red eyes, huge fangs and horns, with tails, bulky figures as red as blood, and engulfed with bloody and dark aura. This is the first time I saw this creature. What kind of beast is this? This is an abomination! This beast is a hybrid between a beast and a demon!

It saturated the earth at his feet and spread, like a tsunami crashing into the shore. Kastem growled and drew my attention away from John. Opening my eyes, I ducked as a shadowed shape dove at me through the smoke. I threw the power I'd gathered at it, like I remembered from my first trip to the Half-world. The bird-like-demon dodged it, circling around to strike at me again. Its wings swept the smoke away and for the first time, I got a clear look at the creature. Bright red feathers covered its body with a mane of orange and yellow feathers streaming from its head and long sweeping tail. Add in that it loved spewing fire and it was the pristine image of a phoenix.

She looks to Grace again, who nods once more, "We have a legend in this kingdom that one day a princess, the rare red wolf, will find her mate in the rare black wolf of our kingdom's royal family..." I hide my gasp as much as I can. How could they know I was a red wolf? I haven't been here long enough to shift. I glare at the female, making her whimper a little as I say, "What makes you so sure that I am this rare red wolf of this legend?" The female whimpers a little more but whispers.

Their leader is a black wolf with blue eyes, and he wants to stand on the high cliff and declare war on his opponent. The Red Wolve did not dare to stop but only dared to lean to the side. Wolves usually have gray and yellow fur, but with wolves having white, black, and red fur is very special. The black wolf that received the order to distract Windy was just a wolf with yellow fur because to distract the opponent, he disguised himself to look like Ezra.

’ the man’s voice was not more than a whisper. ‘He was moving fast, like one moment he was here and in the blink of an eye he would be on the other corner of the room, and he doesn’t run, he spins’ Cecilia answered to him. They were all strongly trying to deny and not accept the fact about South Hills Pack but as they were connecting the dots, it was forcing them to accept no matter how sour and cruel it looked to them. ‘Lilith is White Wolf, and she is also Alpha, and calling her Alpha was the boy who has ability to spin and move fast, something we ordinary wolf do not have’ man murmured, witches exchanged glances with each other. They got scared watching how his face twisted.

I stared ahead but paid attention to their conversation. "So what's this prophecy?" Jissa in her normal inquisitive nature, asked. "When Silver meets Gold, when White meets black," Miranda replied and I could almost hear what was going on in Jissa's mind. "How's that a prophecy? So incomplete, in my books," she said. "What would happen if these colors or stones meet each other?" She added to my amusement. My best friend could be a clown sometimes. "That's when the great war of the supernaturals would happen," Miranda broke it and I stopped abruptly.

Such a thing was truly a stroke of luck for Long Chen; he never expected that those mindless spirits could be such a valuable source for obtaining a legacy. “So, is this how they obtain their legacies?” Long Chen pondered regarding that strange realm of legacies. Each color was different; Long Chen could now tell that white would only grant a legacy from an immortal being, followed by green, red, yellow, silver, gold, and so on. Each color symbolized how powerful the legacy they would receive within the legacy realm. Of course, the dangers of the legacy realm weren’t just the living monsters—they also had to be careful when absorbing each legacy.

"You're healing. Were-creatures shouldn't heal from the poisonous strokes of the two men. What really are you?" "You're only a spirit medium. Your job is to communicate with spirits not to guess the name of any creature you come across," Rendall snarled. "But she is—" "We just want to find Orenda and leave this goddamn place," Rendall snapped. "But I don't know what you both are. Everyone should be afraid of the unknown because it's— it's unknown." "We're both were-creatures," Helia grunted. "He's a werewolf, and I'm a werelioness."

“And you disgrace this house.” “Actually, she is a rare mixture of what appears to be the white and red wolf. Most of the children born to such a union don’t survive because of the extreme process it takes to unite both white and red besides so many wolves attempt to get their hands on one to put in their pack and ended up killing them.” Sarah, the Red Priestess stood up and came towards me.

Focus, Ri. Legion Vega is sitting beside me, his sharp gaze fixed ahead. He’s Arkyn’s youngest, the one who doesn’t carry the baggage of Legacy’s reputation. He looks to be about eighteen or nineteen; tall and lanky. He has long blond hair, a stark contrast to Legacy’s black hair, and when I first saw him, the color of his eyes surprised me. One is the red of his Lycan, the other is purple. “His hybrid status is still in question,” Arkyn had said. “We’ve met his Lycan and tailed beast, but that doesn’t explain the purple eye.”