Pale Wolf Novels & Stories

I know I felt it at my feet. I sit down on the floor. I am exhausted from the energy pouring out of me. As I sit, the wolves begin to call to me. The Imperial Wolf is calling my name, but it is different this time. I can see her, the white wolf. I see her standing in front of me. She is a beautiful white wolf with dark eyes. She is here for me and to help me get my child back. "Help me. Help me get my child back, please. I know you are here to help me, please help me," I plead with her.

I looked at him in surprise, no one had ever told me that my father had a couple. “It turned out that she was thirty-two then, and she was ill with wolf fever,” he stopped, poured more glasses, drank, turned away, looking somewhere into the distance, beyond the trees of the forest. Yeah, wolf fever is a piece of crap. In the age of high technology, they still cannot cure it, they only help to prolong life for a year or five to seven. Who cares. Scientists have long found this muck, it lives in every body of werewolves, only for someone it is dead in an inactive state, and for someone ... Yeah.

My wolf form. I have pale white fur, which almost seems to glow in the bright moonlight. Most of the wolves I’ve seen in this pack and my old pack are some shade of gray, sometimes streaked or mottled with brown. Caleb’s form is nearly black, and now, here I am, white like the snow I’m standing on. I’ve never seen another wolf like it. Caleb was right. I am special. My wolf is unique. She was hiding for a reason.

Paul confessed. "You have never seen a wolf like her?" I repeated his words, but as a question. "Yes!" He sighed. "Elaborate," Thomas demanded. "She didn't look like the usual wolves. Her eyes were blue with a taint of golden, her fur was pure white mixed with light shades of brown and her tail was extravagant. It's like, these kinds of wolves do not exist anymore," Paul confessed. The moment Paul described Maya's look, panic crept into me. I looked at Thomas, and he had the same expression. Her appearance took us twenty-eight years back. The entire pack butchered by us, and now, our past came back knocking on us.

Jim's wolf once was black but has started to grey with age. Jace her brother and current Alpha was massive. He's even larger than Jake and black as coal. Micha was grey and white. Charlie’s wolf Rojo was red and white he kind of favored a fox but much larger and furrier. Kile’s wolf Major was also grey and white. Roman’s wolf Scout, was almost solid grey. "Is it me, or does your brother look like a wolf on steroids?" Zeus asked. "It's not you. He does." Winter replied.

My Dad started explaining to me what we planned to do “ Mama and I will shift close to midnight to hopefully encourage your wolf forward…” I nod at him, I cant wait for my wolf to meet my Mum and Dad’s. My Dad’s wolf is big, almost the same size as an Alpha wolf which is unsual, and strong, which is needed for a Beta, he is a deep grey colour, and has deep brown eyes. He was called Pax.

"Do you honestly believe that useless, broken wolf is still alive inside that shell? She has been rotting in the Moon Healers' Sanctuary for five winters, Lyra. The fact that she hasn't kicked the bucket yet is a miracle only the dark goddess knows how to explain." "Exactly," Freya Ashfang chimes in, not even bothering to look up from the emery board she is scraping against her claws. "You know damn well that keeping that vegetative bitch breathing is wasting our pack territory funds. Besides, look at you. You are a freak, a tiny, useless Psi werewolf who cannot even shift properly. If we lend you the resources, how the hell do you plan to pay us back in this lifetime? By selling your tight

I followed his gaze and felt my eyes widen in surprise. Wolf after wolf began to make an appearance, trotting towards us slowly before stopping a good ten feet away from us. We all watched in surprise as the crowd began to grow bigger and thicker as many continued to howl and growl at the sky. Many vibrant coloured furs surrounded us. From black to brown to white and grey, all these wolves stood tall before us until we couldn't even make out where the crowd ended. Then they all began to part and make way for this one specific wolf, who was as tall as Axil and wore the same-coloured fur. I immediately knew who it was.

Blake stood up again to attack him but Aiden built a fierce,transparent wall around them and angry Blake couldn't pass through. Aiden held Nina. "Nisha!" He whispered Nina's wolf name. Still subconscious, Nina didn't know what was going on.Her eyes blazed bright blue.At the sound of its name,her wolf transformed out. She felt immense power surge through her but it didn't wear off the drowsiness she was feeling.Nina was thinking that her wolf has chosen Damon as it mate so she lowered her guard down and let her wolf do the work.Finally,her wolf has surfaced! Aiden grabbed her waist and pressed her body to his.Her hands on his chest,he tucked strands of hair behind her ear.He lowered his head

But it had happened to the Gray’s; one of the strongest breeds of our kind. Though she had the signature silver blonde hair of a white wolf, Wilda had not turned or showed the signs of turning when she had turned thirteen, as most white wolves did. The situation had been of interest to packs around the Crimson Hills pack that was led by her late father, may the moon goddess rest his soul, and many had thought that perhaps she was a late bloomer.