Pale Wolf Novels & Stories

I didn't answer as I moved to the next shelf and the next and… there! I pulled the black spiral-bound note out and opened it to the section I remembered. "The pale wolf was only documented three times in pack history. Three times in four hundred years." I looked at the old drawing of a wolf with silver eyes, standing in the centre of a circle of other wolves, all of them flat on the ground. My heart was thumping now but I kept reading. “Their traits include silver eyes, heightened strength, unaffected by hierarchical dominance structures." I turned the page. "And the ability to involuntarily suppress or subdue other wolves. Even higher-ranked ones."

Pasha asked, thinking a little. - Honestly? the guy hesitated. - How many people do not tell: do not go into the forest, but they still stick around! And so it has always been. And the fact that no corpses were found ... There are wild animals from martens to tigers with Himalayan bears. By the way, there are even red wolves listed in the Red Book. Not fiery, of course, - he looked sideways at me with an undisguised smile, - but more even redheads.

They didn't stop though, they kept riding hard on their horses away from the fortress. Just before they got to the Blade lake river, they heard the howl once more and a big black wolf leaped out of the woods, the wolf ripped off the head of one of the guards and disappeared into the woods again- leaving the guard headless on the floor with his horse running off into the dark. They didn't stop riding hard, they kept fleeing while shooting arrows in every direction- hoping to hit the strange beast with their arrows.

With that, Allen turned and walked back through the double doors to the offices. Amerie smiled at Everett and walked over to the wolf. It was as tall as her at the shoulder and stood with its front paws atop a rock. Its facial expression was alert yet calm. The placard in front of the animal stated that wolves had primarily been gone from the region for several decades, but there had been occasional sightings of gray wolves.

I slowly turned my head until I saw the huge wolf coming toward me, licking its lips. “Ahhh!” I screamed, but the wolf pounced on me, knocking me onto my back. The impact was hard, and I felt some pain in the affected area. The wolf was on top of me, and I couldn’t do anything. It sniffed my neck, ran its tongue along my nape, reaching my chest. With its paw, it tore my shirt, revealing just my bra. I quickly searched for a stake or something to defend myself. I found a stake nearby, but before I could hit the wolf, it gave one last growl and ran off. My chest was heaving rapidly; I thought the people in the lake would hear my scream and come help me, but they didn’t. When I got up as best I

“Your wolf is nothing like the ones the rest of us carry. She is the legendary White Wolf—a creature as breathtakingly beautiful as she is rare. However, her nature is a complex one; she is deeply shy, a trait she has carried through the ages,” Valerius explained, his voice resonant with the weight of his experience.

My eyes raised to catch who has teared them down but seeing the wolf standing in the middle, throwing, biting and kicking rogues, the one I have never seen in my pack, hell I never knew this wolf existed. ‘Who is this wolf, Alpha?’ I heard Ethan’s astonished voice; we all were shocked to see a single wolf handling these giant rogue wolves effortlessly. 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.

Toya shrugs, like she isn’t sure she actually saw that color, and Kaelin nods because he saw it too. “Purple?” I repeat, mind glitching out because I have never heard of a purple-eyed wolf in my entire life. I have read every genetic record and historical wolf-heritage book we own in both libraries and the docs lab. Purple is not a thing. Red is almost non-existent, but exists…Green, Kaelin’s are the only ones I have seen, but that’s expected for what he is…. Amber is the normal.

When Thalia's wolf prowled out of the holding cell and started to stalk Finn's grey and white wolf, the crowd cheered. Her wolf had copper colored fur with blue and green eyes, like that of Rhea's. I wondered if Rhea's wolf was copper colored. The size of Thalia's wolf was also quite impressive. She was large for a female. She took slow calculated movements towards Finn. As soon as he pounced, she dodged.

I screamed in pain, and then I landed on all fours. As the red light gradually disappeared, my wolf form was revealed. To my astonishment, I realized I was a wolf with a body as white as snow. Legend has it that the white wolf is a scarce wolf species; before the werewolf world was chaotic like today, the white wolf was the lord of the wolves. Later, because of its rare fur, it was said that white was pursued closely, many of them were killed, and some were mated with wolves of other colors, resulting in the future generations of hybrids having changed.