Beautiful White Wolf 소설 & 이야기

What if there was more to him, but I’d been too blinded by hatred to not notice he had changed? “He saved all these people,” I whispered. Beki gave me a happy bark that implied she knew all along that he always had the potential to be a better person. I sank further back into the bond, marveling at the sight of Griff being worshipped like he was Fenrir himself, when a beautiful, white wolf caught my eye. He was an Arctic wolf with ivory fur that darkened to a pale gray around the forehead and snout. I couldn’t see the darker markings on his back, but his eyes were unmistakable. They were cerulean blue that shone so brightly with power that the color bordered on electric.

“You have something to tell me, Harlon?” “Nope. You’re in because you’re in. Not because of my daughter.” The cryptic message was easily understood. Dad wanted the bear shifters to join the war against the hunters, but they were hesitant. “It makes a difference.” “Why?” I asked. “Tips the scales. Whoever possesses the white wolf is fated to win.” Boomer looked at me skeptically. “You have ebony hair.” “Yes.” “The opposite of white. The color of our hair matches our fur.” I hadn’t thought about the correlation, but he was right. Even the grey wolves had similar colors in human hair.

The myths, the legends just became a reality after the gruesome transformation. The ancient white wolf. White wolves were the first generation of Werewolves ever created by the Moon Goddess. Along with pure white fur, they had golden ancient runes on them and golden eyes. The moon goddess did not only give them a beautiful appearance, but she gifted them great power. The power that is coveted by all creatures of the realm. White wolves were gifted with the power of a thousand witches, healing blood, and the ability to control another individual with their minds. As it is known that werewolves are affected by silver, white wolves are immune to silver. White wolves were supreme to other supern

Among the thick trails of smoke was a gray wolf. My eyebrows knitted together as I stared in confusion, and as I looked closer, I realized it wasn’t gray, but white. It had only looked gray because of the smoke, but its fur was actually snow white. A white wolf. That was a rare color to see indeed. White werewolves were exclusively female and usually highborn. It was a fur color reserved for royalty and nobility, and I had never seen a wolf that shade in person. Guests who had been trapped within the building followed the wolf, coughing as they stumbled out.

“Your wolf is nothing like the ones the rest of us carry. She is the legendary White Wolf—a creature as breathtakingly beautiful as she is rare. However, her nature is a complex one; she is deeply shy, a trait she has carried through the ages,” Valerius explained, his voice resonant with the weight of his experience.

When I first saw my wolf she was stunning a pure white wolf with bright blue eye's and I have herd that white wolf's are rare in fact that they are royalty. I rember the legend of the white wolf how its the strongest and the alphas of all alphas. Well we are now on our way to the new pack house and of course I ended up falling asleep I was dreaming about this wolf a white wolf and I can tell that she is strong and powerful her eye's where just like mine but even brighter with gold flakes in them. She then told me that I'm just like her but more powerful and more faster then any wolf or alpha and then..

Only a rogue wolf could exhibit such unruly behaviours. He knew that she would have left his pack since but she had been held back because they imprinted. That accursed mating bond! He thought. The circumstances surrounding her appearance at his border was equally suspicious. A very rare white wolf who claims to not remember how she had gotten herself half buried in the snow, who had tried severally to escape, who had refused to tell her own mate about her past.

This was normal for a first shift and everyone expected it. Within minutes, someone gasped and the triplets turned to see a beautiful white wolf on the lawn. She was large, much larger than the reddish wolf behind her that they knew to be Athena, Alessia’s wolf. The wolf had Izzy’s blue eyes and a silver streak down the middle of her forehead between her ears, ending between her eyes in a teardrop shape. The rest of her fur was pure white, the same color of the snow, and it looked like she was shimmering in the moonlight.

“Mina, why do you like the white wolf?” Mina pauses at Iris’ question, lips pouting as she thinks hard. “Well, my mom said that the white wolf is the kindest wolf of all. That while she’s powerful, she doesn’t use her power for evil. And that the white wolf can make anyone feel calm! I feel anxious around new people a lot. I bet being the white wolf is great cause you never feel scared!”

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.