روايات وقصص ضمن The White Fang Naruto

“No matter what you do, don't let my brother find out what happened between us. I will never forgive you in the same way that I did the rest of you.” “Remember that I am not the same person I was when you gang raped me. I am Violet now, the woman you bow to, the woman capable of resurrecting you, the white witch, as they call me. But let me assure you, they may call me the white witch, but I'm not that kind, so don't get on my nerves.”

Chapter 57 Amidst the chaos and swirling mist, Fen's power surged, his chakra overflowing like a dam on the verge of collapse. A guttural roar erupted from his depths, shaking the very foundations of the earth. His body contorted, bones cracking and muscles morphing into a monstrous form – a devilish werewolf, its fangs bared and eyes glowing with an infernal red light.

"I'm about to give birth… This situation… No… I must do something…" The white tiger appeared determined, and suddenly it bit the tip of its tongue. Soon, it spat out a big mouthful of blood, staining the water in front of it red.

Isadora's expression changed showing Yuna that it was still not good. " Unfortunately, there is no progress. I'm afraid...we should all prepare for the worst." Hearing Isadora say those words made it even worse. Was there really no hope. Yuna didn't want to believe that it would simply be the end of Mercedes. It was unacceptable. She is the last white wolf blessed by the Moon Goddess herself. She had been giving it her all in training and sacrificed everything to get strong enough to defeat her enemy. This couldn't be how her light went out. Yuna couldn't believe that.

They could capture her again, and her sacrifice would be for naught. However, Little Yin’s eyes were not on those men. Rather, they were glued to the giant white crane flying above their heads. Contrary to the three human figures and one cat that most people could see riding the giant bird, what Little Yin saw was something else. A little human boy. A nine-headed bird. (2) A naga. (3) And a white tiger. In particular, she felt a special resonance with the little human boy and the white tiger. Karma threads.

That's the kind of disposition he had. Warren felt something else too. Since he was s master cultivator, Warren could tell that Young Master White had some Reiteki. He was definitely not an average cultivator as he was at D-Class mastery. Although he was nowhere close to Warren's level, he could still hold his own against your average Joe.

On the seventh level the wind slash became more vast and fast killing more of the magudo tribe that has been trying to retreat. Uncle fang slowly coalesced out of thin air beside Ankara that was covered in silk, he was about telling Ankara to surrender so they plan for something later when they heard a voice. "hope I didn't miss the show a fourteen years old teenager said as a lot of the magudo warriors only turn to see the boy that was picked just some days ago. "this!" uncle fang who has appeared behind Ankara to tell her to surrender or retreat screamed as he became alarmed. "what?" Ankara asked, she has let the silk only protect her forefront when she noticed uncle fang coalesced besides

The rest of the land to my right was fenced off by the massive cage; multiple rows of trucks parked behind the tables I had just been at. My heart jolted uncomfortably when I saw White, alone on the slope; but something about her was different. She didn’t ooze the aggression she had when I had last seen her. If anything, she seemed broken; her arms shaved in patches, from the middle to both her wrists. Dirt stained her white fur and her feet had blood caked around her ankles, as if she had been fighting on the ground. When I stared at her face, she turned her red eyes on me. Only then, I noticed she had a symbol carved underneath her left eye that seemed to leap from her pale fur.

They were now the piercing red eyes of my wolf, and my blond hair had now turn pure white — the color of Whitney's fur. Wendy no longer exists. Only a woman out for vengeance.