White Werewolf Female Mga Nobela at Kwento

Silas’s P.O.V The other wolf’s form was an impressive sight to behold. I could already tell it was a female from the way it carried itself. Her sleek fur was black as coal, glistening in the moonlight, and her eyes were piercing amber, like two burning suns. Her build was muscular and powerful, showing the strength of a natural-born Alpha, but I could tell she was not as strong as me. As she moved, her limbs flowed with grace and fluidity, each step precise and calculated. Her howls were deep and commanding, sending shivers down the spine of anyone who heard them. In short, her wolf form exuded a dangerous yet alluring aura that demanded respect and fear.

Kyrah gasped, a whimper leaving her lips, "The man, again, I cannot seem to make out his features but I can feel his hatred. He arranged the little girl on the ground. He killed her, I can feel it. Then they both left when they realized the Luna and Linden were onto their scent." There was a pause before Kyrah closed her eyes and reopened them, coming back to the present. She didn't give us much information but at least we knew more about what happened that day. We now knew that the woman had a partner, a man. Kyrah cleared her throat, catching the attention of Silas, Xander, and I once more, "There's not much I can tell you about them. There was nothing distinct that stood out with the man,

She stopped at a paragraph and read it aloud, her voice smooth and steady. "The white wolf is the rarest and always female. She is the most powerful Luna, able to speak to the Moon Goddess and lead Alphas. She chooses her own mate. To keep the world in balance, a white wolf must mate with a black wolf." She stopped reading. Her lips pulled into a thin, sad line as she looked up at me with her yellow-tinted eyes. "I assume that is the part?" she asked. "Yes," I said, leaning in. My hair fell over my shoulder. "That one."

she said lazily. She just lay down with no care in the world, while I felt like my whole world was unraveling. What she says filters through my brain and then something clicks. “So, a white wolf is associated with being an alpha female; is that what you are saying? I mean, it does make sense if the moon goddess is a white wolf and definitely an alpha female… and if both me and this other woman have white wolves and are alpha females, then it’s safe to say that a white wolf is associated with being a dominant female,” I conclude, feeling a bit proud of myself.

I whisper conspiratorially. “Poor dear.” The human raises her eyebrows, cracking her caked-on foundation. “She sees wolves, you say?” “Hm. Werewolves. She’s really unwell and I need to find her. Was she with a young woman? Blonde, about this high.” I hold my hand up to the middle of my chest. “Big grey eyes. Really pretty.” “She was kind of pretty I suppose,” the human says with a sour expression on her face. “You know…the pretty in the right kind of light sort.”

I’m holding myself ramrod stiff. I hear her deep sigh as she moves away. I exhale in relief, but I’m also disappointed. As a Werewolf, I have slept with a fair number of females from my pack. When they’re in heat, it’s almost impossible to refuse them, and the truth is, I have never wanted to refuse any of them.

The she wolf that killed a rogue and took control of a pack when she was only Ten. Women in the werewolf world are all submissive and weak. Not that I have anything against a weak women ,no quite the opposite but women should be given opportunities to become something else and have other titles. In the werewolf world apart from my pack the black moon pack , the Alpha in charge doesn't allow female to be pack warriors or have another title there are only seen as omega and Luna’s. The only thing they do is spread their legs when there mate wants sex and cook food for their pack.

Just then, the two men who were dragging me removed the cloth from my face, and I was met with a hundred people in front of me. I realized I was on the stage along with the emcee beside me, now in the auction officially. A spotlight flashed on me and I adjusted my eyes at the sudden brightness. “Representing you, a very rare creature. Have you watched the movie Twilight?” The crowd yelled in answer and the emcee laughed, “Well then, you must be aware of the werewolf's appearance and this woman right here, is a she-wolf! ! But what’s more important, this woman right here, is an alpha. The very first female alpha in our world!”

It's eyes were deep and dark and a scar ran from it's eyebrow to the corner of its eyes. The girl's breathing came rapidly as her heart beat fearfully hard inside her chest. The werewolf stopped moving suddenly, raised it's head up and opened it's mouth wide as if about to yawn. It's two great teeth shone through its mouth making the girl gasp. The werewolf let out a loud howl that shook the earth to the grasses on the field. In a burst of panic, the girl crawled hurriedly away from the werewolf but she didn't get far before the werewolf leaped on her and sank its teeth into her thigh. The girl let out a scream that cut through the night.

They were well dressed but not uncomfortably so. The werewolf was much taller than any she-wolf Chloe had ever seen. Chloe was instantly reminded of the tales of Amazonian warriors who were regarded for their beauty, strength and combat abilities. There was nothing but muscle on this female and yet she was beautiful with her eyes and thick long hair the same colour black of espresso coffee. Bronze skin peeked out from under the black uniform she was wearing that hugged her trim figure like a second skin. Chloe could tell this she-wolf was not to be messed with and yet her luscious lips were tilted into a friendly smile that even the coldest of hearts couldn’t resist. It took a few moments to