Golden Retriever Wolf Mix Novels & Stories

Rhett asked her curiously. “Umm for females Waverly’s wolf is bright white, mine is silver but thats it the rest are shades of brown, gray and red. Susanna’s the only black wolf.” Yvette said. “You said yours is silver.” He said out loud debating, he definitely liked this girl but wasn't getting the feelings he was at the river. “Yes Alpha. Umm Like this.” Yvette smiled undoing her blond hair and a strip of silver fell forward in front of her face, she wrapped her finger around it showing him.

’ I thought for a moment before telling him no mentally. Echo replied, ‘I didn’t think so or else you would be equally confused after the explanation I gave. Her eyes danced with gold.” “How!!! That could only mean her and her wolf were both speaking!” ‘Exactly! That’s what is so strange!’ Echo exclaimed. I understood what Echo was talking about but it only made me more confused. Why would her wolf not want to submit? Maybe it was because we hadn’t marked each there yet? Maybe it was because she was only half werewolf? I had no idea.

Chris came towards me and held my hand from which blood was dripping. But I didn't cared "Xav calm down! What happened??" I ignored him and instead I left, running towards the forest to release the beast inside of me who was as angry as I was. My wolf was a golden wolf with hazel eyes. He is rare. It is said only 0.02% of wolves ever known were golden and I am very proud to be one. My speed increased as I crossed my packs boundary My wolf was guiding me directions as I was giving him permission.

He tore his arm out of Henry’s grasp and I couldn’t help the ‘no’ that I yelled. He didn’t hear me. Dad wouldn’t hear me. Now free, Dad rushed forward, shifting beautifully into his wolf. Every time I saw it, I was always in awe. His wolf was an Alpha wolf through and through. The sheer power and strength that radiated from him was incredible. He was a mix of brown and black, much like Henry, but he had a little more grey around his muzzle and sprinkling through his fur.

I coughed in the end as my voice suddenly rose while I stated my facts to him. At the same time, Graham entered the room and looked at us with a stunned expression. The silence stretched in the room was thick with tension, but I wasn’t done with explanations and questions. “I am a silver wolf. You are a black wolf with a crescent moon mark in the middle of your forehead. Madeline is a white wolf. Nolan is a metallic grey wolf with a black crescent moon mark under his right eye. Graham is a golden-brown wolf with a big crescent moon mark on his left shoulder. Do you really think that they will only target Madeline just because she is a white wolf?”

Looking back down at the wolf, I was pretty sure they were new. Their fur was a mix of three different colors; a sandy brown, black, and white. The majority of them were a combination of brown and black but the white was sprinkled in very specific spots. Around the ears, muzzle, paws and tail were all white that bled into the black and brown. Their eyes were bright, reflecting that their wolf was in charge. Squatting down, I smiled, looking them in their eyes. “Don’t tell your human side this, but with where the white is on your muzzle, you look like an old man.”

Her long whiskers felt the breeze and wriggled in response as she tried to sense the direction. Rhys watched in awe as his little one morphed into her panther form. She was long and sleek and beautiful. Her coat was the exact same color red as her hair, her eyes the same green. And her scent was the same, mint and cinnamon. She walked to her mate and pawed him with her huge feet but kept her claws sheathed. He could see them and could imagine the damage they could do if she wished. He stroked her coat, and she leaned into him, purring again. "You're so beautiful little one." He looked up for a moment and saw Guillame watching them. At first his wolf was angered, but Rhys was sad for him. He

You are just as stupid as you are hot-headed. What's that supposed to mean? If you were using your head instead of that oversized Ego of yours you could have seen the truth. I can sense her wolf, I can see it. Hidden inside that pretty human package is a wolf. A solid white wolf. Do you know what white wolves are? No, not really. What's your point? Most people get a mixed color wolf. Some grey with a spot here and there, other colors always with some sort of splash of mixed color somewhere. Not often are wolves seen with solid colors.

He rubs against me and licks my stomach while I giggle; yeah, definitely just a big puppy. I'm a little nervous as I call Tamisra forward. Alpha Gunther was pissed my wolf was black; typically, only Alpha wolves were black. In fact, I don't think there's ever been a recorded black wolf who wasn't an Alpha. She was so black she had hints of blue, which Alphas don't have, her aura was normal, and she was actually on the smaller side, so he dropped it. Stupid male egos are so fragile.

There's an apology I need to convey to him. In a split second, a strong gust of wind carrying sand began to surround Jermaine and Rohan and when the wind left, both of them had transformed into their wolf form. One is a wolf with two-tone fur, a combination of black on the front and white on the back and tail. His eyes glowed a beautiful bright blue. It was Jermaine's wolf form, a unique feature only possessed by pure descendants of Alpha Jocheved blood. Meanwhile, the other is a silver wolf with golden eyes.