Pure White Wolf Novels & Stories

My little wolf is indeed full of surprises. Interesting colour for her wolf, though. White wolfs are remarkably rare. I can only think of one wolf to be described as pure white. The moon goddess herself. Intriguing that Kara has a white wolf as well. I’m pulled from my thought by seeing Dawson storming down the alley, his feet slapping against the ground. The woman, I’m guessing, his luna runs up to him and he grabs her by the arms, pulling her to him as he shakes in anger, staring down at her brutally. “Did you do this?” he grits out so quietly I almost didn’t hear.

Rose my wolf said through our link making me smile. Rose came to me when I first shifted at 16. When she showed me what she looked like I was stunned. Maybe I'm a little biased because she is my wolf, but she is beautiful. She stands tall and proud; she is bigger than a normal size wolf. Her coat is solid white. I thought it was strange at first and she's never told me why she has pure white fur, but she was beautiful. No one has a solid white wolf like I do so it made us stand out. She's made me stronger in a way, pushed me to fight better and helped me when I felt insecure. She will forever be a part of me, but she can be a bitch most of the time. She is very protective and doesn't

She replied, "That's the limit of this spell dear. Now, do you get who he is? He using witches to get you. He never cares for you nor loved you. He just wants you for being powerful that's all and blind you from seeking who you are." I shooked my head, huffed, and said, "Still I can't believe all this" She nodded her head understanding and said, "Ok I will tell you another thing about you. Your pure black wolf. No one was born as a black wolf in pure form in these million ages. There is only one so far born. If pure black mates with pure white then they can rule anything or anyone they wish. Ronix still doesn't know your wolf form.

The White Wolf was not just a mere animal, but a symbol of hope and inspiration. The White Wolf had a coat as white as snow, with eyes that glimmered like diamonds, as did Marcellus, his eyes glimmered like diamonds. Its fur was so bright that it seemed to emit its own light, making it stand out from all other wolves. It was said to be much larger than an average wolf, with a majestic presence that inspired awe in all who saw it. Despite its peaceful demeanor, the White Wolf was a fierce protector and would not hesitate to defend its pack or territory. Its powers were unmatched and included the ability to control the elements, communicate with other animals, and see into the hearts of those

Even though I have seen these things for myself, this all feels impossible as I sit listening to a legend that has come to pass within my own family. “Those pure wolves with pure white genetics are said to be healers,” Greyson continues with a smile, “Which I’m sure you will both find interesting, for obvious reasons. There was a case about a hundred years ago where a pure white wolf twin cured a woman’s cancer. With just a touch, this shifter went from the brink of death to full recovery.” Given how quickly my mother’s strength returned from just a hug, I have no trouble envisioning that scenario now.

“I will. I promise you that.” **END OF FLASHBACK** -------------- Black ran and followed Purity as she led the chase, taunting my wolf to catch her. And although Black and I both knew we could catch up on her and overtake her, we let her take the lead so we could let our eyes marvel at how beautiful she was. Purity was a gray wolf, but just like her mom, her shade was more of a light gray to brownish, in contrast to Black, who was on the darker side of gray.

The smell became star get as he walked towards the dinning room and then his eyes on it. It was a small white wolf. The wolf was completely white and with it's soft white fur it looked adorable. But it was unconscious and lyton the floor. Sylvester carefully walked towards it and poked his finger in it's head. "H E Y..." He wondered if Gia brought it here but white wolves were completely rare. These wolves were considered pure and magical making him wonder how a white wolf reached to his pack. Suddenly the wolf moved and tried to open it's eyes while Sylvester scanned it when he heard a growl inside his head.

Everyone around was astound at the sight of her. None of us have ever seen a pure white wolf before. Cream coloured, light grey, or other lighter shades, yes, even if they’re seldom. But never a spotless snow white fur as hers. There have always been different kinds of major myths about wolves with white fur. But most myths turn out to be exactly that, simply myths, no more, no less.

This cursed body doesn't need to be taken care of, because of it, my pack went extinct. Whatever goes inside it, I don't care either. It doesn't deserve a proper meal, even though I will never receive a decent one. Now, I eat anything I can find, a roach or a dead bird lying before a tree. I don't know what killed it. As I have said, whatever goes inside this cursed body. I don't care. I was once a white wolf. Now I don't know what colour I am. Maybe I'm grey or some kind of brown; I laughed insanely.

I could lead my people without fear of killing them with my own hands. "Why her?" I asked, my voice laced with curiosity. “You keep calling her the ‘white wolf’, but she has no wolf.” The witches flared up at my denial. “Stupidity is not a good look, Kai,” the first witch gritted out. "She is not wolfless. She is the white wolf. The Siphon.” “I still don’t know why you need her. She doesn’t have any powers yet.” I uttered in confusion. “She is essential for the Purge,” said their leader. “When the red moon reaches its peak, her blood will be the key to wiping out all wolves."