Pale Wolf Novels & Stories

And as they passed me, I saw ropes tied to each of the spear's tails. I took a deep breath and finally expressed my surprise when I saw the majestic beast a few distance away from me. It was massive and terrifying, although it wasn't the beast as shown to me in the painting by Eric, it still possessed considerable strength which made it hard to tame even with twenty-five warriors to contend with. Tanto, if I wasn't mistaken, had a white fur coat, paws that resembled those of werewolves, and a snout like that of a fox.

His wolf was dark gray, enormous, and watching her with yellow eyes that were completely and unmistakably Julian. "Stop looking at me like that," she told him. The wolf huffed. Which was, she was certain, a laugh. Her own shift came slowly — more slowly than it would have at seventeen, the usual age, but Parks had said to expect that, a late-woken wolf finding its shape in stages. She felt it move through her like warmth through water, not painful, and when she looked down at her own paws they were the same pale gold as the light she made when she was angry.

He just figured it was an ugly and disfigured man, but no ghost or monster. Shane continued from port to port searching for the location the White Wolf called home. He was determined to find this ghost and restore his name on the high seas. Shane grew more frustrated as he searched and came up with nothing. His crew began to think he was chasing ghost stories. He was like a mad man searching and couldn't figure out who it belonged to. There was a rumor that a ship named The White Wolf was owned by Kevin Reddick, but he was known to be dead, which is where the ghost stories came from. They said it was Kevin looking for Pierre to finish him off for what he had done and people tried to stay awa

now lets shift ) I imagine myself as a wolf, I feel my bones breaking, I cry out as it happens it keeps going for what felt like eternity then stopped. I opened my eyes and there's a snout instead of a nose, I look down and there's fur and paws, I did it! I spin just in time to see Lana finally shift into her Aburn wolf her wolf color is like a sunset, it's so pretty, I wonder what color I am. I try getting up I'm so wobbly, I wobble my way over to Jewel, I hear myself give a whimper like sound then look down at myself then back at her, she looks at me tilting her head ( you know kiddo, mindlink is still a thing ) righhhhhht why didn't I think of that? { what color am I ? } she chuckled and

Alpha Kalil turned to look at me and back to the painted wolves. Even in close proximity, I couldn’t detect their wolf scent. So, it is true that painted wolves don’t have any wolf scent at all. My eyes caught the dark gaze of the whimpering wolf, she is surrounded by her tribe members, forming a defensive circle. Then one painted wolf relaxed, lowering her head, and suddenly shifted to human. Evan and the fighters growled louder then I felt Nix pulling me back but he stood beside me instead as the painted wolf who shifted forms spoke. “We need a doctor. Our Alpha…” she looked to the wolf in the middle of their defense circle, “… is going to give birth.”

I could feel it. I was next in line for the position of the Alpha. It was two months till the Carmella, and I'd not yet found my mate. I was going to suffer for being the freak of the Pack. This was a big crime. Anyone who ever happened to pass their eighteenth year without finding their mate, here in the South Pack, was considered an anomaly. They were always banished, while the unfortunate ones ended up being killed. I swallowed hard at the thought. A knock on the door jerked me away from my thought. "Come in," I said in a placid tone, sensing it was my mother. I watched in the mirror as the door swung aside and true to my expectation, it was her.

What color would her fur be? Lia positioned herself on the carpet about six feet from him, arms at her sides, a naked goddess with her lustrous mane of hair and her hazel eyes flecked with gold. She looked at him for a long moment then closed her eyes, let out her breath, and began to turn in a circle. Yes, it was exactly as it had been with Mike, the air around spinning. As she moved faster, the air became a blur, a thick cloud surrounding her until suddenly it stopped, fell away, and Riley gasped. A gorgeous white wolf stood in her place, with a sculptured head and a majestic body.

Rayvin said. “Best pups in the world,” Graham agreed, as he was watching them like a hawk. “Have you seen their wolves yet?” Mikael asked, excited. Rayvin and Bella traded a look and laughed. “They aren’t even three months old yet, Mike. You know the wolf doesn’t come out until they start walking,” Bella said. “I don’t know. They might be prodigies. With you for a mother, it wouldn’t surprise me.” Mikael shrugged, and Rayvin laughed.

They disappear behind the trees and not even a minute later two gigantic wolves are walking out. One is almost a solid white because he has a small blue crescent moon on his right hip. It kind of looks like my crescent moon birth mark on the back of my neck. My hand automatically goes up to birth mark. The next is an enormous almost solid red wolf. He too has a crescent moon but it's an emerald color and on his left hip instead. I can see why Paxton's wolf is called Eskimo. Eskimo white fur bounces in the wind. He looks magnificent. But why is Hendrix's wolf called Bolt for?

My lips curled into a giggle. “Oh, Xareth… you didn’t just upset the packs.” More witches followed behind her, their chants thundering through the darkening skies. The Witches of Iskareth Hollow. And they were furious. He stepped away from me, lifting his arms and muttering dark incantations. His lips moved too quickly for mortal understanding. His eyes began to shimmer, shifting from ember-red to eerie emerald, and his hands lit up with a ghostly green glow. He was losing time, and he knew it. He had to extract the cursed wolf now, before reinforcements crashed through his gates. Before he lost everything.