Small White Wolf Novels & Stories

Then I see her. A white wolf lies at the border of the pack lands, beautiful even in the wreck. Her fur is matted with blood, fur torn open along one leg and hip. She’s breathing shallow, chest rising and falling too slow. Under her front leg, tucked close to her side, a little black pup curls up asleep. Tiny. Not more than a few weeks old. Its ears twitch every few breaths, but it doesn't wake.

Sarah ran the ridgeline at a low crouch, her small paws skimming the crusted snow without a sound. She was small for a she-wolf, a runt, narrow through the chest, and light on her feet. Tonight, that smallness was an advantage. The Midnight Mountain VenomFang patrols were hunting for hulking Lycans, not a tiny gray wolf threading the underbrush.

Their leader is a black wolf with blue eyes, and he wants to stand on the high cliff and declare war on his opponent. The Red Wolve did not dare to stop but only dared to lean to the side. Wolves usually have gray and yellow fur, but with wolves having white, black, and red fur is very special. The black wolf that received the order to distract Windy was just a wolf with yellow fur because to distract the opponent, he disguised himself to look like Ezra.

I could tell from the scents in the area that the wolf sent to represent the Arctic Wolf had been around for the last few days. The old grey was laying on the stone of the pointe. When I looked at him I saw only a wolf. There was another smaller wolf, friendly and unafraid, sitting on the trail. His coat was more yellow with black on its back and tail. "A Mexican wolf," said Dad in surprise, shifting to speak. "Rare in the world these days. Hola, Lobo," Dad said, greeting him in Spanish. When I looked through Spirit Wolf's eyes I could see others gathering.

"I forgot how big her wolf is," Ryder breathed out. He was right. Sarah's wolf was enormous, easily as large as our own alpha wolves and maybe even bigger. Her fur was pure white like fresh snow and it seemed to glow in the dim light of the cell. She was magnificent and seeing her again reminded me why the mate bond had been so strong when it first formed. "And her coloring," Cain said. "White wolves are extremely rare. I've only ever heard of a handful in our entire history."

She balled her fist up becoming angrier the more she thought about it waiting for Yvette to continue. He asked who had a white wolf. I told him that the only female that had a white wolf was you and that mine was silver. The rest of the pack are brown, gray, red and Susanna is black. Yvette continued. White wolf. Waverly said in her head not meaning to send it to Yvette but she did. Yeah weird uh…it's just you right there’s no other white wolf is there? Yvette asked, thinking. White…white..oh Alpha is white but he is a male so i don't know then. Heads up though I think he is coming your way and might be just as weird as he was here. Yvette continued.

Anyway, Yale hunted only the minimum possible to survive. One day both Yale and the Fire-wood Tiger stopped as they encountered a very big white wolf. Yale wasn't sure of the exact species since he was still some distance away, but it was, without doubt, a 3-star beast, although it seemed to be very weakened. Near it, there was a black wolf with red stripes on its body. However, this one was only a 2-star beast. Finally, there was a small white wolf at the side of the big white wolf, that small wolf was only a newborn cub and the reason for the weakening of the big white wolf.

She is a little thing but her wolf is muscled and toned, even if she is a little skinny for my liking but she is stunning. I watch as she locks onto my position and drops into a defensive stance as I walk closer then stop as she snapps a warning at me. I watch as my little mate tries to work through some stuff with her wolf. The little light grey almost silver wolf with black paws and little black tips on her ears, she is hands down the most beautiful creature. It's her eyes that are striking; they are a bright shade of green.

I wasn't from this pack so I couldn't able to mind link anyone. The red wolf targeted a honey-colored she-wolf. Before he attack her, a large white wolf with gray patches attacked him. From the size, I could say he was an alpha. Meanwhile, another white wolf with black patches attacked the red wolf. In a minute red wolf lay dead. A Series of loud howls vibrated around. A tiny wolf that was struggling under my paw escaped and quickly ran into the woods. All the alive rouge wolves ran away.

because I really feel like I'm not one of them. I am pale, no amount of basking in the sun could change my complexion, and trust me, I've tried. I am small, I am only as tall as ten-year old wolf-cubs, barely five feet tall. And my eyes are purple! How weird is that?! Wolves I know usually have eyes as dark as night, or as brown as earth or as gold as the sun! I bet no one has noticed it yet because of the low light but in the morning, everyone will notice and I bet that would make me an alien of some sort!