Pale Wolf Novels & Stories

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

As I pushed open the door, the crisp night air washed over me, carrying with it the haunting cry of the wild. My eyes widened as I realized what I was hearing. It wasn’t the horses in the stables, it was the howl of a wolf, and it was close by the stables and the main house, making me wonder what had caused the animal to drift off. Wolves never came close to humans or cities unless it was lost or potentially hurt. Fear mingled with intrigue as I followed the sound, my eyes looking at the edge of the property. Moonlight bathed the landscape, casting an ethereal glow on the rolling field and towering trees. And there, in the distance, silhouetted against the night sky, stood a lone wolf, grey

I stare into the dark pool of water, knowing that somehow, it is me. I’m a wolf. Solid black fur with a golden shimmer under the moonlight’s glow. Exceptionally large and muscular. Bright golden eyes and a lonely white patch along the thigh, near the right hind leg. In the shape of a dahlia flower. How gorgeous. I have never seen anything like it upon any wolves on my island. Its primary color is white, with faint black and gold droplets decorating the fur pedals—a total contrast to the rest of the stark wolf form. Before I can bask in the magnificence of the beast, the image quickly fades, allowing another sensation to come flitting into place. The colors shift to more globy muck with spike