Wof Winter X Qibli Novels & Stories

"Hmm, this is hard...I'm gonna choose owl city and before you exit. You?" "The 1975, Twenty-one pilots and owl city." "Song?" I asked. He paused to think then said, "Fireflies by owl city." I nodded in agreement...Hmm, he has a taste. "Mine is, I see fire by Ed Sheeran, Kill em with kindness by Selena Gomez, I won't give up by Jason Mraz, yeah plenty." Then I think about another question. "What is your favorite season?" "Winter." He said. I smiled, "Copycat. Mine is winter also." I said.

It is left for you to believe what you hear because I can never force you to believe what you do not want to believe. "I will tell you about Marixona, the birthplace of winter"

Among the werewolves was Alpha Wildbreed, he was the only werewolf that wasn't from our pack. Abel Wey did not want to be claw marked. We knew he was a very special wolf. He had silver claws, and his nickname was silver claws. The man was the living werewolf nemesis. A scratch from his claws could kill a werewolf immediately. All we had to do was make his scratch more potent by lacing his claws with willow's wolfsbane, and he would be very deadly. Abel alone could kill off all the wolves, living the rest of us to face the hunters and the sorcerers if there were any.

Adelaide let her eyes move over the people that filled the pristine white space as their eyes all turned to look to her. Familiar faces stood out from the crowd next to Theo and she quickly made her way over. The tall female was dressed in traditional wear that stood out from the crowd that had gathered and her hair was auburn and long, reaching to her lower back. Her eyes were blue and wild, full of the wolf that lounged beneath her skin. The wilderness clung to her skin and was a drug to her senses, like a song pulling her back to the true nature of their kind.

"What's that?" "What's what? Oh, the wolf?"

He was much better at the logistical stuff. "Goddess, isn't she amazing?" he mindlinked me as soon as I was in his field of vision, pointing his snout toward the battlefield. And then I saw what he meant. A petite but fierce white wolf was holding her own, taking down enemies twice her size. It was quite a sight to see. As bad of a reputation as his mate had, she was fucking badass. He then turned to me and clearly must have just noticed there was someone on my back. "Is that Alpha Blake?"

" This place gives me the chills" " It didn't give you the chills before when you came over to screw the girls," Winter said. This caused Sabaistain to glare at him harshly " I am no longer interested in vampire women, they are way too violent in nature. Kira is a lot different from them. I would rather be spending time with her right now and sneaking into some vampire-infested school"

Lethal. A shadow streaking through fire and ash— I, Xavier Da La Vega, the Black Wolf, born from pain and purpose. I howled—not a challenge. A plea. The golden wolf’s gaze fixed on the woman huddled protectively over her child. "NO...please no...," The woman cried and begged.

One clawed hand raised, black blade glinting, aimed for my throat. I twisted. Too slow. The blade descended. Then it stopped. Suspended in mid-air. The hybrid froze, body rigid, claws inches from my fur. I looked up. Winter. She stood twenty feet away, hair whipping in a wind that didn’t exist, hands raised, eyes glowing like twin storms, silver lightning crackling inside them. Frost spread from her feet in jagged patterns across the grass. The air around her shimmered, cold, sharp, alive. She chanted, low, ancient words I didn’t understand. Her voice echoed, layered, like a hundred women speaking at once.

Several ferocious beasts were coiled up within the fences, yet they all seemed docile. Winter's excitement grew as she walked toward the gate of the yard and declared in a clear voice, "It is I, Winter, 139th-generation heir to the royal family of the Ice Tribe, here to pay my respects once again. May I ask if you are a descendant of the esteemed Geomancer lineage?"