Male Snow White Novels & Stories

He'd shifted too. His wolf was enormous—larger than Ronan, larger than any wolf I'd ever seen. His fur was pure white, like snow, like moonlight, like the Northern Lights that danced in stories from frozen lands. His eyes were the same impossible blue, and his fangs looked like they could tear through steel. He hit Ronan with the force of an avalanche, and the red wolf went flying. Before Ronan could recover, Stellan was on him, his massive jaws closing around Ronan's throat.

I looked down. Silver-white fur covered my body. My paws were enormous. My claws dug into the earth. I looked at my reflection in a small pool of water. A massive white wolf stared back at me. But my eyes were different. One was gold. The other was silver. I heard dozens of wolves gasp. The stranger fell to his knees. "The White Moon." Adrian took several steps backward. "No..." I looked at him. And somehow, without speaking, every wolf in the forest heard my voice.

Nobody breathed. I wasn't a fragile, unshifted girl. Standing beside the Alpha King was a magnificent, breathtaking wolf. My fur wasn't sparkling or magical; it was a pure, solid, snow-white coat that caught the pale moonlight, making me look like a solid block of winter marble. I was massive, nearly matching Kieran’s imposing height, radiating a fierce, ancient dignity that wolves hadn't seen in centuries. White wolves were a myth, a rare and sacred bloodline long thought dead. I opened my eyes, my piercing, crystal blue gaze sweeping over the frozen crowd. I looked at Tanya, whose face was completely pale, her mouth hanging open in absolute terror. I looked at Elder Richard, who had droppe

“I need to tell you something. And you need to promise me that you will not tell anyone. Not your father or the queen. Not anyone. Not until I am ready.” “Okay,” he said slowly. “I promise.” “I shifted for the first time last night” I said. His eyes widened. “What? Arianna that is amazing. Why did you not tell me? How did it feel? What do you look like?” “I am white.” I said quietly. The room went silent. He stared at me like he did not understand the words I just said. “What?” he finally asked. “My wolf,” I said gently not sure he’s heard. “She is white. Pure white with silver eyes.”

Gran takes the photo album from Aries, ruffling his hair as he sits down next to me. “I’ll tell you a story of the Great White Wolves, for like your sister Mazelina, there were hundreds of men and women just like her, with skin as pale and beautiful as the moon, platinum blonde hair and eyes as pale as the midday blue skies. Their uniqueness didn’t stop there for when they shifted into their wolves, they had coats as white as snow. These wolves were cherished and protected for many, many moons.” “Where are they now?” Blaze asks. Without a word, she opens the photo album and holds a picture of a young woman who looks very much like me.

Their mouths are slightly open, yellowed fangs dripping with saliva and illuminated by moonlight, sending snarls my way. "One down, eleven to go." I mumble, the prospect of a challenge causing the smirk under my scarf to grow. A wolf is sent flying past me, his fur reflecting the moonlight and catching my attention as I soon come to the realization that what I thought were twelve Soulless fighting amongst each other are actually eleven Soulless fighting against one wolf. The wolf came to a stop when his body hit the trunk of a sturdy oak tree, falling to the ground with a loud thud. I couldn’t take my eyes off his fur. Where my fur is like living fire, this wolf’s fur is living ice. His fur,

“White signifies low strength. Black signifies growing strength. Blue signifies shaky strength. Violet signifies moderate strength. Red signifies danger. Green signifies human strength. And human strength means such a wolf is hopeless from ever attaining wolf strength.” “So, there are wolves that can never overcome their weakness?” “Yes. Those sets of wolves belong to the green category. They’ve got natural strength. Just the normal human strength. Sometimes it’s genetics, their low motivation or the will of the goddess.” “And what does yellow signify?” I asked. Her expression was unreadable. I couldn’t tell if the look she gave was a good sign or a bad one.

Black like Ren. Ren was black. So black that if it weren’t for the light of the moon, I’m not sure I would be able to find him by sight. It was like a type of shield for camouflage fit for the perfect warrior wolf. I realize in my perusal that he was black almost all over, except the tips of his ears matched the brown in Nate, and there were little specs of white on his chest. White patching Nate’s paws. White like Nessa’s white. Like me.

We look forward to the day she can run with us. "Soon." The witch agreed with a soft smile. Some of the shadows began to dance like excited pups, their excited yips filling the air as a giant blonde man stepped out of the darkening tree-line followed by a smaller version of himself. Despite the winter months being on them, both males were golden like the husks of wheat and barley. Their white blonde hair matched that of the little girl babbling in her mother's arms. Ulf was much taller than his son and bulkier with muscles crowding his limbs and torso. His chiseled facial features could easily make the gods jealous and his blue eyes were topaz blue and as hard as ice as they surveyed the wor

_Alina's POV_ That night, I fell into a deep sleep. I was exhausted from the intense lovemaking session with Alaric. In my dreams, I found myself walking through a fierce snowstorm, the wind howling around me. My body felt different, lighter, and when I looked down, I saw white fur covering my paws. I had transformed into a white wolf.