Beautiful White Wolf Novels & Stories

Zeus said to me. "I am not going to mate with a low level Omega that would be bad for my soon to be pack" I said to Zeus. Then quickly pushed him to the back of my mind hushing him up, all of a sudden all my senses were on high alert. I smelt a wolf, I came to a complete stop, and I looked around but couldn't see anyone around me. I slowly crept around to an opening in the woods, that's when I saw the most beautiful white wolf ever seen. she was just laying down beside the pond. Impossible I thought to myself I've never seen a white wolf no one would believe me. "I can not connect with her it's like there's no soul in her, no one to talk to" Zeus said.

ATHENA The stranger held his smile as he stared into my eyes. "I knew I could recognize that blonde hair anywhere. There aren't many werewolves with blonde hair, you see." "That doesn't answer my question," I replied, my frown deepening. "Who are you?" The stranger was about 6'2, a little lanky for a werewolf but his red eyes seemed to glow like rubies in the low light. His facial features are quite prominent and he had an annoying smile stretching his lips as he stared at me.

It wasn't a joke when she asked me to call her the Beautiful one. She's huge, I was surprised she wasn't small. Though not as big as Zek, she was still bigger than most female wolves. She has white fur, white as snow. No wonder she bears snow as a name and the most beautiful is her blue eyes. Deep and accentuated her look. Xander couldn't stop talking about how beautiful my wolf was. He took so many pictures of her and I couldn't help staring at them. She's me and I'm here. My other half.

Do they have a bind deep enough meaning she will leave for him? 'It was painful... you were right though' I admit. 'She's a white wolf?' 'Not just a white wolf doctor, a white wolf with iridescent tinged hair and lilac colour eyes. I've never seen a wolf change and have its own individual-coloured eyes. I thought that's the part we kept from our human counterparts' he's silent, almost too silent so I ask if he's still there out of worry I dreamt this whole conversation up in my tired mind.

Opposite. The thought anchors itself, and I let it guide me. Slowly, a vision takes shape. A sleek, white wolf, smaller but no less striking. Its coat is bright as snow, shimmering faintly under moonlight. Its eyes—what colour would they be? Not gold. Something softer, more… mine. I picture them as a deep, piercing blue. Yes, blue. Like his human eyes. A strange warmth fills me, spreading through my chest as the image solidifies. My wolf. A white wolf with blue eyes. It feels foreign yet familiar, like something I’ve always known but never named.

My beautiful blonde mate. The colour white for a wolf was extremely rare. During my alpha training I had learned that only two other white wolves had existed. Both were said to have been gifted wolves. Though no-one knew where they had come from I wondered now if they too were descendants of the moon goddess. “Hi I’m Angel” Her name matched her to the T. She looked like an angel she really did. Though I’m sure under her innocent facade was a hint of devil waiting to be unleashed. She held a slither of mischief behind those big blue eyes.

I asked him, smirking. “Thats how I want everyone who has ever bullied me to feel. I want them to look upon my beautiful white wolf and tremble in fear.” I told him, recalling how Jarvis had white furs when I looked at my paws. I knew mom and Ariana has grey wolves. It’ll be amazing when they find out that mine is pure and absolutely stunning. I have a rare wolf, it’s called the wolf of the moon goddess, and she is so beautiful.

She remembered that the real white wolf was the only wolf with green eyes, and it was very rare. "Yes. A white wolf." Maya replied. She knew for a fact that Ellie was a wolf, but she couldn't understand the type of wolf she was. She had never seen a wolf attack without being seen. She knew that a white wolf is a very strong wolf, and it might be possible Ellie is one, but the phenomenon is not what she understands.

Light played at the corner of my eyes and I gasped, lifting my head sharply to catch it again. There was no reason to move, for it had come to me. The white blinding lights that held within its core; a pure white wolf. She was beautiful the wolf, radiant with violet eyes that glittered like stones and a fur that looked the color and texture of newly felled snow.

I smelled the ozone of the coming storm. And ahead of me, I smelled him. The White Wolf. He was a blur of light in the darkness. He didn't run like a dog. Instead He wove through the trees, silent and fast. Wait, I thought. I didn't speak the word. I just pushed it out of my mind. The White Wolf stopped. He skidded to a halt and turned his massive head. His eyes were blue. Not human blue. Ice blue. He looked at me and tilted his head.