Male Snow White Novels & Stories

Not sure what to say or do the first few minutes as he looked deep in thought. "Why is your wolf black and white?" I blurted out internally, face palming myself. He chuckled before replying, "I'm not sure, my father was a black wolf, and my mother was a gray wolf. Somehow mine came out to be black and white,” Stephen answered. Walking in the sun was amazing. I’ve always loved feeling the warmth against my skin. We fell into a comfortable silence as he looked around taking in everything around us. When we got to the diner, everyone bowed their heads to show respect. "Alley, how good to see you again! You look as lovely as ever," a male waiter had commented. Humans were known to mingl

Samantha A golden wolf walked up to me and spoke, "We need to return," and suddenly after it spoke, it turned to mist, and I was standing on the grounds of my pack settlement. On my left was a group of wolves led by a silver wolf. While on my right another group of wolves stood led by a bronze coloured wolf and a Silver wolf with bronze highlights. It was a standoff between both wolf groups. The environment was filled with burning houses and dead wolves. It was like a war zone. When I looked ahead, I saw my mother emerge from the smoke, she walked to me and changed to a silver wolf and spoke, "Selena Samantha Moonchild is time to return to your pack," Everything turned to mist.

My father said. "We think we should set up a marriage between you and the Spanish Mafia." My Grandfather said. "No." Came Adriens voice before I could even open my mouth to say anything. "He needs to be married so he can take over." "And I will be, but not to the Daughter of the Spanish Mafia. I have waited this long to find the White Dove; I will wait as long as it takes for her to be ready." I told him. "You have to understand." Alek started.

I didn’t tell him I am also curious to know who this white wolf is, such pure white fur, my whole life I have not seen any complete white wolf until today. ‘She is Irene’ suddenly I heard Kaden’s joyful voice and my eyes widened, I once again glanced at white wolf and when focused, inhaled deeply, her scent hit me, she was indeed our mate. I had lost my voice, because she was holding the neck of last remained rogue in her mouth and slowly turned, facing us. I inhaled a sharp breath, she was beautiful, her blue eyes fiercely looking into mine and I knew she and Kaden had connected themselves. Right in front of my eyes she slit the rogue’s throat, her fur was covered with blood around her mout

She slowly removed the trousers from her legs and saw white hair growing there too. All this she saw with her own eyes for the very first time, and she was unable to understand it because it was not ordinary hair but wolf hair. It was the color of silver or snowflakes or even a clear night in winter. Just that no one had seen anything like it before, it was not black or brown or grey nor blonde; it wasn't a pale blonde or a dark brown, nor a light blond either, but pure white hair - so pure.

"Mabel is the one who—" "Shut up!" Samson roared, his claws starting to extend. But before he could shift, his nose twitched. He caught my scent—the true, unhidden scent of my inner wolf that was no longer suppressed by dirt or dyes. His eyes widened to the size of saucers as he realized what lay beneath my skin. "She is a White Wolf..." Samson whispered, his voice cracking with a sudden, terrifying realization.

Continuing their exploration through the book, he turned to a specific page, and Jennifer bent down to examine a sketch of her wolf. “It’s-” she began. “It’s the rarest kind,” he interrupted, his voice taking on a mysterious tone. “A cursed wolf named ‘Snow.’ A beautiful creature who could blend into the snow with her white coat. But her story took a tragic turn when she fell in love with the head Alpha of a pack, not knowing he was already married to a witch.” As he recounted the tale, he skillfully wove a vivid picture of the forbidden romance between the white wolf and the Alpha, their bond as destined mates, and the rage of the witch when she discovered their connection.

But when it was done, I was in my wolf form, and the pain was worth it. My wolf was white. Pure white, like snow on a frozen lake. I had never seen another wolf with my coloring. People stared when we passed through towns. Some whispered that it was a bad omen. Others said it meant I was special. I did not care what it meant. It was just my body. The others shifted too. Finn was a muddy brown. Mara was dark gray, almost black. Sike was a reddish color, like rust. Nessa was a pale tan.

I closed my eyes in bliss as they enjoyed their wolf forms. I wondered what it would be like to meet my wolf. What color would she be? Brown like my hair? Or maybe white like my mother’s? A nudge on my hand pulled me from my thoughts and I looked up at Marcus in front of me. His tail wagged quickly and he pulled on my shirt with his teeth. I had no choice but to follow and he led me to the water. “What do you want?” I asked him. He used his head to gesture out into the water and I looked over to see a beautiful white swan swimming peacefully surrounded by four black swans. I assumed they were male surrounding a female and it felt like a sign. I was the white one and my men the black ones.

There were small cottages at the sides and few market tents that sold authentic West Mountains’ indigenous carved jewelries and weaved clothing. Werewolf pups are freely running around while their mothers in human form follow them from behind and smile at him. Entering the backdoor at a black with red accented building and passed through the kitchen glass walls. Luke hears what his co-workers said on the other side. “Snow white has arrived, everyone!” “Really? Wait?! Where is he?!” “Can I go out and touch his fur then come back again?” “No! You’ll bring fur inside the kitchen. Do it later. After the service.”