Pale Wolf Novels & Stories

Amid chaos and turmoil, the golden bright light dissipated, revealing the majestic figure of Skylark Bluedawn in her wolf form. She was a beautiful white wolf with a striking gold stripe adorning her forehead. Growling fiercely, she stared down Wolf Arthur, challenging him with every fiber of her being. Meanwhile, Wolf Payne struggled to get up, whimpering as he yearned to protect his beloved mate.

The old wolves growled at seeing their old foe near them. Their shadows united to attack them materializing in a giant wolf, however, the claws of those birds were sharp and very strong. The giant’s eyes have been pierced and his pain can be heard in a very high sound that made the earth tremble. Wolf Paws wolves, along with their clans, took advantage of the help to coordinate in a single attack. The creature roared and howled, the attack on it was heavy, but it had a last resort. His eyes and hair became red and fury took hold of his soul. A part of it, the very feelings with which Kallias had fed them.

Once I got a good leverage on them, my Beta helped wipe the rest of them out. Leo’s wolf was also large, but I was much bigger. We both had razor-sharp teeth and piercing yellow eyes. My wolf was all black and his wolf was dark grey. Most of my pack were black or grey wolves. Omegas typically had light grey wolves and Alpha’s typically had black ones. All the others usually had dark grey, but sometimes they had brown or orange as well.

He rubs against me and licks my stomach while I giggle; yeah, definitely just a big puppy. I'm a little nervous as I call Tamisra forward. Alpha Gunther was pissed my wolf was black; typically, only Alpha wolves were black. In fact, I don't think there's ever been a recorded black wolf who wasn't an Alpha. She was so black she had hints of blue, which Alphas don't have, her aura was normal, and she was actually on the smaller side, so he dropped it. Stupid male egos are so fragile.

Because following the other in which things were run, Zafira was not supposed to be in the room and here she was asking the question that was on everyone’s lips. Melnyk answered her questions by saying “We are blessed in this lands, first people saw us as unlucky for our forefathers were cursed and they became werewolves but as soon as they realized the gift it came with, they became scared because we have the ability of a wolf and that of a human." Melnyk paused for a while and soon continued "An average wolf is said to be stronger, faster and smarter than the average Man, yet they attack us and we can’t fight back because of a mistake my great-grandparent did” He paused again like he was s

His eyes landed on the space and registered emptiness and began to move on and then the wolf part of him, the pure sensory part that operated below the reasoning mind's speed, said again and he looked again. It was standing perfectly still between two trees. The shape of a wolf but wrong in every detail. The proportions slightly off in ways he could not immediately specify, the length of the limbs against the body, the set of the head on the neck. The eyes were open and they were pale. Not the Moonborne's gold. Not the Holy Clan's trained wolf brown. Pale in the specific way that had no warm color in it, the pale of something that had been drained of whatever color it had started with.

“Encourage her to speak to you.” White was the rarest wolf color, said to have descended from the very first werewolves. Powerful and resourceful, they cared for their families deeply. Their powers varied among their species, but none have been reported to be in the country. Grayson remembered reading that the regular white wolves were most common in the Arctic region to camouflage them in the snow. But the white wolves in Northern America had their color due to their magical abilities, making him wonder if Brianna got the color from migrant wolves or if she had any uncommon abilities.

My mom had been captured by rogues for the sole purpose of using and abusing the red wolf’s power, and Grey was determined that it would never happen again. ‘I can’t make any promises.’ Grey replied. I couldn’t help but roll my eyes. My wolf was unique. Although mostly black, his paws and a stripe on his chest were a dark red color. The color was so dark it almost looked black, but when the sun shined off of it, you could see the red hue to it. Grey liked to joke that it made him more powerful. I was certain it made him more of a jackass.

Valerie replied. "Okay, White Wolf is often called the "polar wolf" or "Arctic wolf," Arctic wolves inhabit the Arctic regions of North America and Greenland. Thanks to its isolation, the Arctic wolf is not threatened by hunting. It is the most productive hunter in the pack haters it is made or female. When they are in charge of hunting the pack always bask in the abundance of food all year round until they are way very old and also they are not afraid of habitat destruction in the same way as their southern relatives, that is, enemies. They find it fun to match enemies and win every battle.

Lucifer stared at the wolf in astonishment. He couldn't believe what was being displayed in his view. Her stripes furs were glistering blue and her forehead has an empty hole with a pink light twilight inside. He leaned towards her to see what was inside, but as he approached further the hole darkened and the light in her fur changed to white with a stroke of pink that varied to red. But how is it possible her wolf was alive without her heart? He thought as he came closer to view the empty hole in her forehead. Which made him realize that she is an Ultima wolf.