Beautiful White Wolf Novels & Stories

My heart skipped a beat as I took in the sight of the large, ethereal wolf standing there, its form shimmering like moonlight reflected on water. The wolf’s fur was a pure, radiant white, almost too bright to look at directly. As I watched, tiny points of light floated off its body, like stars falling from the night sky, only to merge back into its form moments later. It was as if the wolf was made entirely of light, a creature of pure energy and power.

"Get lost!" Carlson waved his hand at the wolf in anger, throwing him out at least ten feet away, his eyes red and bloodshot. He refused to let anyone suggest that I was dead. Just as he was on the brink of despair, another warrior rushed in anxiously and reported loudly, "Alpha, we've got news! Our scouts spotted a white wolf with one blue eye and one silver eye in the Northwind market, and her build looks exactly like Ms. Radolf!" A white wolf with different colored eyes?

Idiot! My eyes lock with the beautiful baby blue ones of the wolf. I have never seen a white wolf. And never imagined it to be so ... beautiful. And powerful. Over that,there is this strong feeling that I should bow my head to it. Something so majestic and Godly should be respected. The wolf tilts its head, staring down at me and starts shifting back to it's human form. "Tristian?" My jaw drops and my eyes widen. Yet, something tells me that I expected it to be him. There is no way that those beautiful eyes belonged to anyone else. But a white wolf? As per the legends, White wolves are considered to be rare and powerful.

Liara closed her eyes in search of her best friend, ‘Destiny? ‘I’m always with you, girl.” She heard her voice, and then a wolf appeared in her mind. Liara was shocked to see the color of Destiny’s coat. It had turned into show white color from red. The white wolf was rare and a blessed wolf. It was said that even Moon Goddess had a white wolf with blue eyes, but her wolf had a moon shape design at her head. At the same time, Destiny was now a white wolf with black eyes and with a golden rim at the corner of her eyes.

I'd seen partial shifts from her — the eyes, the nails, the edge of something large — but this was the full thing for the first time, and even knowing it was coming, even feeling it through the bond in the moment it started, I was not prepared. White wolf. Rare — true white omega, something that hadn't been recorded in this pack's lineage for three generations. Red paws: the four feet, the same red-auburn as her hair, distinct and impossible and completely, unmistakably hers. She sat in front of the Elder Council as a white wolf with red paws, and she looked at them, and they looked at her, and the six enforcers took a step backward that was not voluntary. I shifted beside her.

I check the nursery first, making sure the pups are all settled and there aren’t any problems, and then I walk outside to the tree line and strip down, letting Minka take over. As an Alpha wolf and as a Guardian, Minka is very large. As my mother and father’s daughter, my wolf is gorgeous. I’m not just saying that because I’m biased, but because Minka is a white wolf, which is extremely rare. Even Malin’s wolf, Keena, is more golden blond than Minka. Both are exceptionally rare, but my mother and I are the only ones that I know of that have truly white wolves. So, it’s no surprise that the warriors recognize me as soon as I run up.

As I look at her, I try to calm my passionate heart to continue focusing on her and the surroundings. A beam of light comes out of Isabella's chest, illuminating the entire night sky while she roars so loudly that it can be heard all the way to the border. With Claire, we watch open-mouthed, waiting to see everything that is happening. Then, a layer of white hair covers her entire body. Her eyes change to a deep blue. It is at that precise moment that the most beautiful white wolf with platinum tips I have ever seen appears before us: Aika.

Ronan The moment she shifted, I forgot how to breathe. I’d seen wolves my entire life. Hundreds of them. Every color the gods had bothered to invent—silver, ash, bone, dusk, storm. I’d even seen white wolves before. But nothing like this. She stood before me solid and seamless, her fur so purely white it almost hurt to look at—no cream, no yellow, no shadow of warmth anywhere in it. Just moon-bright, snow-born white, like she’d been carved from winter itself instead of born into it.

Like she remembered who he was. He felt his wolf yelping in his head. His mate was finally there. He had spent so long without her, and now. she was finally within reach. Her wolf had always been unique. She was the only wolf with white on her fur, and there she was, staring at him intently. A massive black wolf with white engravings that trailed from her head to her tail and down her to her paws. She was gorgeous.

I stood up on all fours a little while later, my white fur glistening in the moonlight. I boldly raised my head after taking a long breath. My family and friends whirled around and exclaimed. Her aces are white. Luna Rachel uttered. I tilted my wolf head as I turned to face her. Is that unique in any way? "Whitney, we are a true white wolf pack. Everyone is not a pure white wolf. Hazel said. Why do you mean that? I prompted her. "White wolves exist. I have previously seen them.