Novel & Cerita Pure White Wolf

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."

Nobody breathed. I wasn't a fragile, unshifted girl. Standing beside the Alpha King was a magnificent, breathtaking wolf. My fur wasn't sparkling or magical; it was a pure, solid, snow-white coat that caught the pale moonlight, making me look like a solid block of winter marble. I was massive, nearly matching Kieran’s imposing height, radiating a fierce, ancient dignity that wolves hadn't seen in centuries. White wolves were a myth, a rare and sacred bloodline long thought dead. I opened my eyes, my piercing, crystal blue gaze sweeping over the frozen crowd. I looked at Tanya, whose face was completely pale, her mouth hanging open in absolute terror. I looked at Elder Richard, who had droppe

Ethan said. “Alright. I’m missing something. I really don’t understand what the hell you are saying.” I say. “A pure soul. White wolves are as pure as they come. And they are hereditary.” Ethan said. And I stood there staring at him like his words didn’t even register to me.

When I first saw my wolf she was stunning a pure white wolf with bright blue eye's and I have herd that white wolf's are rare in fact that they are royalty. I rember the legend of the white wolf how its the strongest and the alphas of all alphas. Well we are now on our way to the new pack house and of course I ended up falling asleep I was dreaming about this wolf a white wolf and I can tell that she is strong and powerful her eye's where just like mine but even brighter with gold flakes in them. She then told me that I'm just like her but more powerful and more faster then any wolf or alpha and then..

She hissed with an eye roll before moving to undress herself. "What are you doing? They're watching you!" Damien hissed in a low tone, wondering why she'd undress herself knowing fully well she was being watched. Kira ignores him and pulls off her oversized t-shirt and her shorts. "They're ready to attack you fool! Stop talking and change already." She hissed at him before switching immediately. Unlike many regular wolves, her wolf had pure white fur and she wasn't just any type of wolf but an Eurasia, also known as the Kazakhstan with pure white fur that sometimes looked like it had a thick grey on it.

“The white she-wolf. It’s you, right?” “Yeah.” I closed my notebook and leaned back against the locker. “How’d you figure that out?” “My brother asked if I knew anyone at school with a white wolf. And I mean, if there were a white wolf here—or at any school, really—everyone would know... unless it was you.” “I don’t get it. What’s so rare about having white fur? My parents never told me it was anything special, so I had no idea.” “Well, it’s not unusual to see lighter shades or mixed colors, but pure white is actually rare—not that it’s a bad thing. I’ve got a favor to ask. I know it might sound weird, but I’m really curious. Can I meet Lisa? Can I see your wolf?”

Of course, I omitted the visions and the fact that I couldn't control my wolf. Her advice was helpful. She told me that the pain will gradually become bearable and that I will get used to it. "What is the color of your wolf?" She questioned suddenly. "White," I said casually. “White? White and what?" She asked. "It's pure white." "Wow! It's beautiful! I can't wait to see it… you are lucky. It's hard to come by a pure white-colored wolf," she giggled. "What comes next?" She asked with a mischievous smile.

He let out a loud howl, a howl which terrified everyone around him, a howl signaling a wolf's intent on the kill. More gasps were heard from around the caravan. All of them surprised to see a white wolf standing. A few of them struggling to catch a glimpse of the White wolf, known to be a lost species. Legend has that the pure white wolves were the toughest of them all, with the power of the moon goddess blessed upon them. If their strengths were tapped correctly, there was no one who could challenge them and win a fight.