Pale Wolf Novels & Stories

She continued to stand. I searched her face, nothing to be found as usual, she was great at keeping her secrets, “alright then. My patrol had an interesting discovery in the forest last night. A white wolf with glowing blue eyes by the river.” Tasha nodded and sat down, not saying a word. “What do you know about it? I remember the stories you told me when I was a pup. Are they true?’

Four of the females were in sight and we could even see the pups. "Now Alastor is one of the biggest wolfs to be recorded in all of history. On his four paws, he gets up to six feet! As cool as it would be to see him, he never ever comes out. He has his own den there in the ba- well would you look at that! There he is!" She pointed into the pen at the huge beast walking across the dirt. She was right, he was huge. His fur was coal-black but when the light hit it just right, it had bits of red. He was shaggy but definitely not lanky like the rest of them. He looked like a bear more than a wolf. He was sniffing around, covering more ground than I could running. His huge paws came to a stop and

Peter's is a light redish brown with a black strip up his snout and a few black spots on his back. My wolf is jet black with pure white paws. Ansel's is the exact reverse of Mal. His wolf is pure white, but the tip of his tail and his ears are jet black. Every Alpha I know has a black wolf, and every Luna I know has a white wolf, this doesn't make a lot of sense to me, but I do not have time to think about this right now. Ansel joins us and takes the lead. As a future alpha we expect that he will be the fastest, but I keep up with him easily, making me wonder if he is running his fastest.

Chant POV My mind races franticly with so many questions, as my eyes feel like they are glued to Chilli, even as I lose partial sight of her behind Elias. I feel like I am in a daze as the sounds of her body shifting echos in my ears, making me feel cold and numb. She seems to be shifting so effortlessly with no screams or signs of any pain, as a stunning off white coloured wolf with red and gold fur, except on her paws, the patton of her fur makes it look like she is wearing socks. She steps out from behind the man before me and strides towards me slowly, her paws are graceful as they seem to glide over the forest floor. She comes to a stop before me and looks over her shoulder to Elias, he

~. .~ Paws Creek was a lively hub of activity, and the visiting she-wolves from various packs stood out with their distinct colors. Each pack had its unique attire, making it easy to distinguish them. The she-wolves wearing pristine white garments were clearly from the Glacier Pack, their attire reflecting the icy lands they hailed from. Their presence exuded an air of cold elegance. On the other hand, the she-wolves donned in vibrant yellow attire hailed from the Sun Pack. Their outfits radiated warmth and vitality, mirroring the sunny region they represented.

The silhouette stopped near a river and a white wolf emerged looking around surveying its surroundings. The unusual large wolf was a she-wolf, with a tattoo of fire under her paw. Everyone in her pack complemented her on her flawless white fur, it was the rarest appearance ever seen on the planet. Her sharp eyes scrutinizing the area depicted her overflowing presence making the small creatures run in fear.

I was a little scared of her because she almost had it her way and also remembering that she almost killed Ivy before if it weren't for all of us coming to his rescue. My ears perked up at Ivan's growl and the snap of his bones. He was transforming into his wolf as the other stole someone's wolf disguise. "We gotta help him," I said, rushing to him but Ivy pulled me back, holding me in place. "This is a fight between Alphas. We can't interfere." Ivy said which made no sense to me. "Why? Is it like hurting their pride?" I asked in vain. He nodded, watching as Ivan shifted in his wolf who was pure black and had golden glaciers eyes with little specks of radiating brown. In short, it was beauti

He can’t be a rogue, his fur is royally dark. ‘Who are you?’ I ask, mind-linking with him, before transforming into my wolf’s form. Zade is a powerful white wolf with red eyes; primordial wolves are the rarest in the whole world. We are unlike any other wolf; we are strong and powerful and we heal much faster. I am bigger than the black wolf, if not by a few sizes. ‘Why don’t you try to guess who I am, Alpha Enrique?’ Our eyes lock together and in a sharp movement, my paw collides with his face. That sends a rush of blood splattering from the side of his face.

Just the freedom they’d fought so hard to earn. They reached the river at the same time, skidding down the bank and crashing into the water with a roar of splashes and barked laughter. A few moments later, two smaller wolves barreled out of the woods, one dark gray with white paws, the other reddish-gold with eyes too clever for her age. Their children. Kael and Lyra. They tumbled into the shallows, wrestling their parents with soaked fur and wagging tails, before the whole family finally shifted back to human form, dripping and breathless.

If Winter can confuse that person with me, Madeline never met me. I heard a light gasp coming from Winter when suddenly a large wolf with shining black fur, which shone under sunlight, giving it a purple illusion, appeared. He also had white strips all over his belly, but what caught my attention was the white crescent moon mark in the middle of his forehead. “He is awesome.” Winter gushed, but I saw him frozen at his place too. Our family had a history of black wolves. Zyphre is also a midnight-black wolf with the same mark in the middle of his forehead.