Pure White Wolf Novels & Stories

Her wolf is white, my sister, Althea’s wolf is white, and I expect that my wolf will be white as well. Usually, a wolf’s color is decided by the color of the person’s hair. But the women in my family are different. We are a very rare breed of wolf that descends from a long, pure line of Alphas. It doesn’t matter that my hair is brown, my wolf will be white. My mother’s wolf’s pure white coat will be easily seen, even in the forest. “Come on, Samara! We have to go!” she says. “What about Althea?” I ask as my mother drags me into the hallway. She listens for a moment and then begins dragging me to the end of the hallway.

Light played at the corner of my eyes and I gasped, lifting my head sharply to catch it again. There was no reason to move, for it had come to me. The white blinding lights that held within its core; a pure white wolf. She was beautiful the wolf, radiant with violet eyes that glittered like stones and a fur that looked the color and texture of newly felled snow.

Fenrir immediately recognized the wolf. With elegant steps, a wolf with rich white fur descended from the skies, as if stepping on invisible steps. Her head held high and her eyes a vibrant shade of royal purple, she faces them. The white werewolf opens her mouth and produces an otherworldly voice, echoing and penetrating their bodies with every word. “I have cleansed the lands.”

As he entered he felt something change and stood perfectly still his blue eyes changing to gold, ‘Outside’ His Wolf Jupiter said and he obeyed pulling open the door he raced into the arena in front of the Pack House quickly followed by Martha and Karl who skidded to a stop staring at him. He shifted into his wolf and stood with his head in the air scenting his ears pricked forward. He looked magnificent, his long, thick, snow-white coat shining in the moonlight, his eyes brilliant gold. It was gone, the terrible foreboding that had been weighing them all down for the past month was gone, lifting his head he let out a long joyful Alpha howl that embraced every member of his Pack. One by one t

The only people who are aware of it are my closest friends; not even my brother is aware. You might be wondering why I haven't told anybody about my shifting, and the answer is actually quite straightforward: I am a pure white wolf, and we are very far back. Because some of us have special abilities, we are occasionally pursued by members of our own species. My friends and I have searched for clues about my abilities without success. We came to the conclusion that since I haven't found my partner yet, I may not have my powers, therefore we haven't tried to find out what they are.

I stood up on all fours a little while later, my white fur glistening in the moonlight. I boldly raised my head after taking a long breath. My family and friends whirled around and exclaimed. Her aces are white. Luna Rachel uttered. I tilted my wolf head as I turned to face her. Is that unique in any way? "Whitney, we are a true white wolf pack. Everyone is not a pure white wolf. Hazel said. Why do you mean that? I prompted her. "White wolves exist. I have previously seen them.

She froze. A shadow moved among the trees, slinking low to the ground. Her heart raced as she crouched down to investigate. There, half-hidden in the brush, lay a white wolf, its body trembling in the dirt. Blood oozed from a deep wound across its side, staining the earth. Lia’s breath hitched. A wolf—no, **a pureblood wolf**—wounded in her forest? She was about to turn away when she noticed the silver scar across its eye. The markings. The same noble markings she had seen only in rumors. A member of the North. A high-ranking wolf. But what was he doing here?

I had seen pictures of her mothers wolf but did not put them together. From out of the building emerged a massive, beautiful pure white wolf. She has to be as big as zorro. The sun is shining down on her and she prances over to where the others stand. I can see everyone else on the field has stopped what they were doing to stare at her. I understood why. It was not that common for a she wolf to be as big as an alpha, even an alpha born female was not as big. Bigger than normal but more like a betas size. None of them have ever seen a pure white wolf either. They had heard the stories about them. They were a very rare sight and t

I said menacingly. Dirty was holding his bloody stump with one hand. He was bleeding profusely. Messenger grabbed me by the end of rope dangling from my wrists. He pulled me to my feet roughly. My wolf howled in my head, she was angry too. 'Celly, let me have control.' How do I do that? I thought. 'Imagine sliding open a door to let me out.', my wolf answered. In my head, I pictured the side door of my house and threw it wide open.

Jax was thrown backward five yards, his boots digging deep ruts into the dirt as he scrambled to maintain his balance. Through the thick, swirling curtain of dust and silver light, a silhouette materialized. It was not a weak, trembling omega. It was a magnificent, pure white wolf that stood nearly as tall as Marcus’s legendary midnight beast. Her coat was the color of fresh mountain snow, unstained by dirt or blood. Her eyes were two solid plates of glowing, incandescent silver that held the terrifying clarity of an apex predator. A thick aura of celestial light vibrated around her paws, melting the frost on the sand where she stepped.