Wof Winter X Qibli Mga Nobela at Kwento

One thing was clear—Blake Wulfric was not someone you'd ever want to cross. "I think I'm good with the tracking," I mindlinked him back, the other warriors now standing next to me. "Men?" Blake said out loud. They instantly all stripped and shifted into their wolf forms, following the border of the lake, leaving me behind. I'd be lying if I said I didn't look as Blake stripped completely naked in front of me, not even remotely interested in the others. There was something dangerous about him, and I'd never felt so turned on. He both terrified and wakened something deep within me simultaneously. I never thought I was the type, but I knew I'd let him do anything he wanted to me, consequences b

He smiled back at Leah. Meanwhile, in the cave, a pack of wolves approached Allea. She was helpless and resigned to her fate. "Did you give birth to the baby?" asked a werewolf in female form to confirm it directly to Allea. Allea did not answer and chose to look away. She didn't want to say anything about Leah to the werewolf who was now interrogating her. "Answer me! Liam won't like it if you keep your mouth shut," the wolf female threatened. "Liam will never find the baby," Allea said firmly.

He pants and growls in anger. Obsidian is used similar to silver for wolves and gold for Gods and Goddesses. It renders us powerless. The chants become louder as they crescendo and I feel a presence to the left of me. I turn my head and see a hooded figure moving closer. My eyes dart towards the dagger in its hand. It’s gold with a sapphire at the hilt. My eyes widen when I look back and see the face I never thought I would see here, doing this to me and her mate. Xena!

He chuckled then cleared his throat. "So...." He started and that made her look up, waiting for him to say what he wanted to say. "It wasn't like I wanted to hear it but I kinda overheard what you were telling that lady back in the hallway earlier" Winter, who was currently sipping her water choked on it. She began coughing and Xander handed her the tissue paper. She was too shocked that she couldn't even stop coughing until she began feeling teary. Xabder regarded her with a worried look when he saw her eyes getting red. Should he have pretended not to hear anything?

Adalwolf I was on all fours . I could feel blood trickling down from my wounded ear to my fur . I can't give up I have to fight . I looked at him . His bland grey fur was matted with blood . I knew I already wounded him . I must go straight for his jugular vein . That will be the end . I was about to strike when I felt her presence . I turned and saw her . Everything else melted away . Her fur was beige in color .A bit of sandy but rich brown and her scent drove me mad. She was beautiful and she was mine . She growled at me . I knew the meaning even though I should not .

I winced as the medic tapped on my freshly bound leg. Medic Olia was a middle-aged woman with hair just starting to grey at her temples, which made her look distinguished and wise rather than old. I’d expected to be treated by the same medic that had seen me before, but Cendres had told me that Winterpaw trained up a lot more of their wolves as medics, due to the harsh nature of their territory’s climate, as he’d guided my family and I to the medical centre. I’d been glad of the change as she’d looked me over, the fire warming one side of my face, snow falling outside and piling up on the windowsill.

I’d managed to shift instantaneously again. “No fucking way,” Nathan stalked towards me with his hand outstretched, freezing in his tracks as I growled at him, Dmitri’s low snarl rumbling beside me. He glared at the two of us, dropping his hand, “There’s just no fucking way… Someone tell me they just saw the same thing I did!” “I’ve never even seen an all white wolf before, even the Siberian packs have little more than patches of white on their wolves,” Blake’s voice was full of awe.

Martina's POV " War ? In winter?" I shouted aggressively sitting down on my throne. While Loren sat beside me and tried to calm me down because I was fucking irritated. War in winter is always harsh on werewolves. Now that I think of it, king Alexander Volkov was waiting for winter to arrive so that he can have a chance to defeat the werewolves. Winter can last for five years, and vampires are okay with winter. In summer their skin burn and they can't afford to walk out of their coven's houses. Even the king Alexander Volkov hides all five years of summer in his dark palace.

I asked her in a confused tone. “She is from the Frostbite Pack, stupid, Alpha Noel Frost’s only heir.” She yelled at me, but all the lines on my forehead straightened in shock. She didn’t need to tell me how big the problem this Winter Frost was. “Now she is mated to Nathan Summer Whitelock. Another deadly combination for us. Try to get Angel Whitelock at any cost too. Killing both Winter and Angel will destroy both the packs in one go. You get it?” She explained it further with a bit of anger evident in her voice.

“Summon River Kedalf, Oshea’s ambassador. Bring him here—now.” The guard dropped into a swift bow, helm glinting, and hurried out through a side door. Winter ascended the dais to a high-backed throne, its iron arms cold beneath his gloved hands, settling with a predator’s grace. August handed him a parchment scroll, its wax seal broken. As Winter unrolled it, tallying Oshea’s meager offerings, his jaw tightened, gray eyes blazing with barely leashed fury for the ambassador who would soon face his wrath .