Male Snow White Novels & Stories

"Ignorance is bliss. Isn't that the saying?" "Not in this case. These things, these monsters, whispers, or whatever they may be, they have a weakness. And I only seek to inform you in case it comes down to the worst, you'll be able to take care of yourself. My family killed one of the sisters long ago. The patriarch of my family to be precise. He killed one of the sisters, the one called Claire. They called her the ice. She was the cold. It's why my family retains that power. It's why it snows most times on Crest Hill, even in summer. We use it to create a bit of comfort for the heat. The first White could have killed them all, but one called the red one surprised my family. No one knows wha

What color would her fur be? Lia positioned herself on the carpet about six feet from him, arms at her sides, a naked goddess with her lustrous mane of hair and her hazel eyes flecked with gold. She looked at him for a long moment then closed her eyes, let out her breath, and began to turn in a circle. Yes, it was exactly as it had been with Mike, the air around spinning. As she moved faster, the air became a blur, a thick cloud surrounding her until suddenly it stopped, fell away, and Riley gasped. A gorgeous white wolf stood in her place, with a sculptured head and a majestic body.

I stood in awe, over looking the pack house lawn it was a blanket of snow. The snow was still falling taking over evey peice of landscape. It really was a winter wonderland, and actual white Christmas. Christmas really was a human thing, but I think all of us wolves enjoyed the fun of it to and all of the festivities. I felt arms snake around my waste as Felixs coffee scent invaded my senses. I felt his lips on my neck where my mating mark would go making me closing my eyes letting a moan escape me. "Good morning little mate, and Merry Christmas."

"He will not take kindly to your teasing, and he's one of the few fairies I consider to be a friend." "Okay." I held up my hands in surrender. "I won't call your friend Snow White." "Thank you." "How about Shaun White?" I giggled. "Shaun..." Tiernan frowned. "Isn't he a human athlete?" "A snowboarder, actually," I said. "Kind of a funny coincidence that his name is so close to Snow White." "It's not close to Snow White, it's another name entirely." Tiernan rolled his eyes. "A name which should only be used in reference to him, not Iain."

The twins laugh at him, teasing him about getting coal. “No Mom! I'm sorry. Please don't call Santa on me!” He plays along and the twins laugh. “Ricky's gonna be on the naughty list!” Val sings. “After further consideration, I don't think that Die Hard should be considered a Christmas movie.” Ricky says, moving over to me and I wrap my arm around his shoulder. “Traitor.” Wilder hisses at him with a grin. “Son, I can't believe that you would side with your mother over me. Remember that I'm the one that let you dr-” He stops suddenly and looks at me with a guilty expression.

The appearance of a white wolf is mystical in shifter history. The prophecy claims that a white wolf is the guiding power behind a great change. These crazy men thought I was leading them to victory in some shifter war. “I’m probably just an albino, right, Doc?” He shook his head from side to side, making me feel defeated. “No. Beyond your white fur, you have no signs or DNA of albinism. The code for pure white fur is polygenetic. Multiple alleles are responsible for the expression of white fur. The probability that the exact combination for the trait is present is extremely low.”

She gulped. He went out and she froze there for a few seconds. He won’t come back, right? Sab took off her clothes. No. She can’t shift in the bathroom. The space would be cramped. She peeked at the door before quickly transforming. Hers is also a white wolf but not as majestic as his. It’s smaller, too. Essentially average just like the rest of Snow Mountain wolves. She went out and they admired each other’s wolves for a while. He gestured for them to go and began a brisk pace. She ran with him.

I stare at it, lean back and pull my chin in tight to follow it until I can’t strain any further to see. I have very little memory of my mother in her true form, but I know this is from her. She was a white and my father a silver yet it’s rare to combine both in such a way. Most wolves are brown or grey … white is a mutation that’s almost unheard of and my mother used to try and hide herself because it brought only stares.

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.

She murmured to the dark wolf in the corner, who seemed amused. Meanwhile, White tipped his head low, meeting her eyes, and when she finally focused on him, his white magical fur shimmered oddly against the firelight. Her eyes narrowed at the glistening tint that was rolling across his body. Right before her eyes, his white fur transformed into a puff of magical pale swirling smoke. It fumed thickly around the cabin like a fire smouldered somewhere within the animal. Where a curious white wolf with beautiful eyes was just sitting, a sexy and incredibly naked man kneeled. Ethan.