Pure White Wolf Novels & Stories

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 slowly removed the trousers from her legs and saw white hair growing there too. All this she saw with her own eyes for the very first time, and she was unable to understand it because it was not ordinary hair but wolf hair. It was the color of silver or snowflakes or even a clear night in winter. Just that no one had seen anything like it before, it was not black or brown or grey nor blonde; it wasn't a pale blonde or a dark brown, nor a light blond either, but pure white hair - so pure.

"They all died after the Great War." Anger started to fill me. How dare these pups disrespect me! My blood started to boil and I felt my bones shift. I give a small growl and let my body shift into it's true form. The people stopped yelling and all stared at my wolf. I am a pure white wolf, with gold eyes. I growl with all my might and power and all the people fall onto their knees, except the twins.

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.

“You can’t just say that. I know the rules, okay? I know that the Luna has to stay in the pack house with the Alpha. I know that the Luna has to be a part of the blood blond so she can mind-link with everyone. It’s for safety. It’s for power. It’s for whatever other fucked up reason they have come up with, and there isn’t anything anyone can do to change that.” “But maybe you can.” Doren motions to me. “What the hell is that supposed to mean?” I glare at him. “Roo, you are the first wolf that I have ever met, that I have ever heard of, that has special abilities outside of an alpha. I haven’t ever heard of there being a white wolf alive in over 3 centuries. Everything about you is an excepti

The fur that adorned my wolf's form was not just any color—it was a pure, pristine white. Whispers rippled through the pack, carried on the wind like a sacred secret revealed. The legend of the white wolf echoed in their murmurs, a tale passed down through generations. It was said that a white wolf possessed a unique power, a healing ability that transcended the bounds of ordinary werewolves. They were believed to be chosen, destined to bring solace and aid to those in need.

My eyes raised to catch who has teared them down but seeing the wolf standing in the middle, throwing, biting and kicking rogues, the one I have never seen in my pack, hell I never knew this wolf existed. ‘Who is this wolf, Alpha?’ I heard Ethan’s astonished voice; we all were shocked to see a single wolf handling these giant rogue wolves effortlessly. I didn’t tell him I am also curious to know who this white wolf is, such pure white fur, my whole life I have not seen any complete white wolf until today.