Small White Wolf Novels & Stories

‘Always, my Peony. Camilla eventually comes back to us with clothes for me in hand. The boys had backed up and sat down, just a foot from Nessa and I, and just watched. They seemed captivated by her White form, her strong build, and bright eyes. “Most wolves have different eyes than their human form.” Ren had said. “She’s the size of an Alpha male.” Nate mentioned at one point. “Her fur is so thick, it’s like its own shield.” Ren said when they backed away from our moment together.

There was a tale passed through generations, reaching the 21st Century, about a group of werewolves’ special mutation that brings out dormant abilities from a family’s genetic line. They were said to be marked and blessed by the moon goddess for they were the first of her followers. They were given the title of Legacy Wolves, keeping up their tradition and passing on their special traits through their children.

- I don't know why I felt in my heart that my mother wanted to say more than she did. This wasn't the first time in my life, but since my father died this has gotten worse. - Mom? You didn't even seem too shocked by the location of the guy's house! - It's just that you finally have your breakfast Beck! We're leaving in thirty minutes to fix our hair for tonight. My mother didn't like to answer questions. I was used to it enough by then, so I didn't question anything anymore. I didn't question my father's obsession with wolf artifacts and legends, I didn't question why she wore a protective necklace against something that only existed in my books.

She stood still, trying to resist the force but it overwhelmed her and forced her to the ground. "Arrrhh!" She roared as she changed into a Witch-Wolf, as huge as a bear. She jumped around with force, sniffing around her. Some men were sitting at a corner, drinking from some bottles on the floor. They were speaking gibberish as they nodded their head from left to right in rhythm to music playing from a Small stereo. "What is that thing by the corner of the road?" One of them asked with squinting eyes, pointing at a creature by the road.

My fingers twitched against the wood and I had the craziest and most overwhelming urge to unlatch the window, climb out into the freezing dirt and sprint into the woods just to run beside him. My newly awakened wolf was practically howling in my head, desperate to join her mate in the dark. I leaned closer to the glass with an involuntary smile actually threatening to touch my lips but then the shadows shifted. Another wolf stepped into the clearing. It was smaller with dark brown fur. My smile instantly vanished, replaced by a cold drop in my stomach. I watched, paralyzed as the black wolf stepped toward the brown wolf with their nuzzles meeting into each other’s necks and their bodies pres

Long enough for sixty wolves to feel something significant happen that they did not yet have a name for. The wolf that Sael shifted into was small, as all young first-shifted wolves were small. But the colour was immediately and completely visible. Not the dark colouring of my wolf or the white of Emily's. A warm amber-gold — the colour of the bond's frequency made visible, the colour of the accord signal's thermal quality rendered in fur.

His intrigued but annoyed voice asks turning to look at me but now my wolf had been brought into the equation, she began to bounce around in my head. “Mate wants to know more about me?!” She cheers excitedly where I had to roll my eyes but do smile at how deadly she can be one moment to jumping around playfully. “She’s a pure snow-white wolf but I’ve been told that sometimes in the sun, her fur can shimmer a tiny bit.” I disclosed what my wolf looked like; I really stood out in wolf form around the other rogues who held brown wolves with patches of black in them. “Snow-white wolves are typically gifted to women with Alpha blood primarily, to an active Alpha’s daughter.” Leo, who seemed to ho

I check the nursery first, making sure the pups are all settled and there aren’t any problems, and then I walk outside to the tree line and strip down, letting Minka take over. As an Alpha wolf and as a Guardian, Minka is very large. As my mother and father’s daughter, my wolf is gorgeous. I’m not just saying that because I’m biased, but because Minka is a white wolf, which is extremely rare. Even Malin’s wolf, Keena, is more golden blond than Minka. Both are exceptionally rare, but my mother and I are the only ones that I know of that have truly white wolves. So, it’s no surprise that the warriors recognize me as soon as I run up.

"I am trying to think of the best way to say this...you are home." "What?" Clara felt her nerves rise. "You're a member of the pack, we all live here. Let me give you a tour." He started towards her and Clara raised her arms, taking a step back. "Live here? Where is here? Who is this pack?" "We're in the mountains, about fifty miles outside of Laramie, no other town is closer. The pack is all wolves, we live and work together, and are for the most part self-sufficient. We are a larger pack, numbering eighty-two now that you've joined us."