Pale Wolf Novels & Stories

"I’ve never heard of that kind of wolf before." Valarie’s lips curled into a knowing smile as she turned and walked toward a velvet couch placed near the fireplace. Her movements were slow and deliberate, as if each step was choreographed by wisdom and time. "Sit down," she said gently, pulling a thick, leather-bound book from a shelf. The cover was embossed with silver runes that shimmered faintly under the library’s soft lighting. "Moon Wolves are rare—rarer than Lycans, rarer than the Supreme Alphas. In fact, only two have ever existed... and both belonged to the Paleframe bloodline."

One where I can remember Zevarion not as a god… but as mine. Though I visited the outside world each year, just to see Kavira, Siora, and my little angry fairy who still refused to grow taller or quieter. “You’re thinking of him again, aren’t you?” Tala’s voice stirred gently through the mindlink. My original wolf, who surfaced after Zevaren’s birth. She was peaceful, unlike the storm I once was. Her coat was white as dawnlight, her spirit as calm as still water. I smiled to myself as I walked the winding path.

The screams gave way to a low, continuous growl that vibrated through the very floor. Where Nate had been, a wolf now stood. It was the most beautiful and terrifying thing Kieran had ever seen. Its fur was a silky, shimmering midnight blue, a color Kieran had never seen in any wolf, ever. White wolves were rare, legends whispered about them. But blue? It was unprecedented, a color stolen from the deep night sky just before true darkness fell. Yet, this breathtaking beauty was marred, as if the transformation had been stopped midway. Jagged, pitch-black streaks, covered the entire left side of its powerful body, a stark, violent contrast to the luminous blue.

The appearance of a white wolf is mystical in shifter history. The prophecy claims that a white wolf is the guiding power behind a great change. These crazy men thought I was leading them to victory in some shifter war. “I’m probably just an albino, right, Doc?” He shook his head from side to side, making me feel defeated. “No. Beyond your white fur, you have no signs or DNA of albinism. The code for pure white fur is polygenetic. Multiple alleles are responsible for the expression of white fur. The probability that the exact combination for the trait is present is extremely low.”

But when it was done, I was in my wolf form, and the pain was worth it. My wolf was white. Pure white, like snow on a frozen lake. I had never seen another wolf with my coloring. People stared when we passed through towns. Some whispered that it was a bad omen. Others said it meant I was special. I did not care what it meant. It was just my body. The others shifted too. Finn was a muddy brown. Mara was dark gray, almost black. Sike was a reddish color, like rust. Nessa was a pale tan.

There was a tale passed through generations, reaching the 21st Century, about a group of werewolves’ special mutation that brings out dormant abilities from a family’s genetic line. They were said to be marked and blessed by the moon goddess for they were the first of her followers. They were given the title of Legacy Wolves, keeping up their tradition and passing on their special traits through their children.

I wasn't from this pack so I couldn't able to mind link anyone. The red wolf targeted a honey-colored she-wolf. Before he attack her, a large white wolf with gray patches attacked him. From the size, I could say he was an alpha. Meanwhile, another white wolf with black patches attacked the red wolf. In a minute red wolf lay dead. A Series of loud howls vibrated around. A tiny wolf that was struggling under my paw escaped and quickly ran into the woods. All the alive rouge wolves ran away.

It was sad, because the only time Tala really felt in total control was when she let her wolf out. She and Dolph each went to a tree and undressed behind it, leaving their clothes nicely folded. Tala started shifting and she gave full control to her wolf. As soon as she was in her full wolf form, she shook her beautiful pure white coat. She loved her wolf! She could never understand why she was the only white wolf under the pack. All the other she-wolves where either grey, or light brown. She stretched her paws out and started running. It always felt like they were running in circles, but this was the only time Tala felt truly free.

The van carrying Talan overturns as Talan comes back to life to continue his rampage. Meanwhile, after becoming increasingly ill, Gavin investigates the Gwynek residence and ends up killing Mrs. Gwynek after coming to realize that he now has the same affliction as Talan. Gavin shaves off all of his body hair as he begins giving in to his new werewolf alter ego. In the commotion at the crash site, Talan kills Eric. Talan moves to attack Kate next, but Gavin arrives to battle the other werewolf. The fight ends when Gavin strangles Talan, presumably killing him.

After a lot of internal deliberation, Logan decided to wait for the person to come back, then capture the person and demand information. He pointed the flashlight back up and continued looking at the rest of the inscriptions and drawings. The rest of the writings looked ancient and foreign, like Sanskrit, Logan thought. On the other hand, the rest of the drawings were very easy to decipher. They depicted several battles between the rogue wolf pack and other packs, usually ending in the pack's surrender. However, some drawings depicted a strange wolf. This wolf stood out from the others because it was drawn with white paint. The first few drawings of the white wolf showed it walking with two