Small White Wolf Novels & Stories

Fucking hell I did it I shifted. Shame its been her who got me to finally achieve it. I knew she would take the credit though, anything to keep the praise and attention on her, but first she had to put me in my place. Not physically anymore, the surprise of the size of my wolf form reflecting in her eyes, knowing it would be too messy and hard to explain away. Even for my future status I was big and unusual colouring, red and gold fur, on off white all coming to an end at my pale paws.

Yet I can’t explain why? I have never seen such a small sized wolf; she is even smaller than our Omega wolves. She is about the size of a Border Collie. With a light golden-blonde coat. Why is she so small? She looks weak. She stops drinking water from the stream, she pauses… does she sense me? Her head snaps in my direction, and our eyes lock.

Casper ran to him and peered over his shoulders. It was a journal of an Alpha Tate from 1959. And on the right page were scrawled the following words: "On this day, 12th of June 1959. three wolves found dead at border. Beaten and butchered. One with a tattoo. Crescent with a circle around it."

The Solar Eclipse Pack was a small pack that consisted of about 500 wolves and 100 of them were warriors. they were located in the rural parts of Virginia, more specific closer to Marion, Virginia. They have been fighting other packs around them for months,because they were the smallest pack of the packs around them. Those fight were more for territory over anything else. The strongest of any of the packs around them was the Blood Lust pack. All they cared about was power and territory.

Its form distinctly resembled that of my wolf, except for the fact that instead of my wolf’s brown eyes, its eyes were red. Deep, blood red. I backed away shakily, knowing there was no way I could outrun it. Knowing I would die faster if I turned my back on it. I stumbled, falling on the ground but I didn’t stop trying to back away. The wolf growled, stalking steadily towards me. I looked down all of a sudden at the dress I was wearing. It was blindingly white, almost like a wedding dress. One minute it was plain, the next, it darkened considerably scarlet, as if soaked in blood.

~. .~ Paws Creek was a lively hub of activity, and the visiting she-wolves from various packs stood out with their distinct colors. Each pack had its unique attire, making it easy to distinguish them. The she-wolves wearing pristine white garments were clearly from the Glacier Pack, their attire reflecting the icy lands they hailed from. Their presence exuded an air of cold elegance. On the other hand, the she-wolves donned in vibrant yellow attire hailed from the Sun Pack. Their outfits radiated warmth and vitality, mirroring the sunny region they represented.

My wolf… she was small and doesn't look any menacing like a wolf should look like. The first time I had shifted in the bluecreek pack, they had called my wolf a puppy. Her fur was pure white, almost glowing under the moonlight, with streaks of gold running through it. Her eyes were bright blue, and the most remarkable feature was a red bright dot on her forehead. I took a step forward, my heart pounding as I waited for the disgust, the fear, the rejection. I braced myself for the mocking and scoff that usually follows after I turn into my wolf, but it never comes.

Frankie POV My Little Bee is coming home this weekend and I couldn’t be more thrilled. My wolf, Kolt, and I are excited to meet Nikki’s wolf. Kolt already loves Nikki and He’s sure that he is going to be in love at first sight with Nikki’s wolf. I wonder what she will look like. If I remember correctly Tom’s wolf was gray with black tipped fur. Stella’s wolf, Madrid, was a light golden brown. So Nikki’s wolf could be a combination of the two or entirely different.

I asked him, smirking. “Thats how I want everyone who has ever bullied me to feel. I want them to look upon my beautiful white wolf and tremble in fear.” I told him, recalling how Jarvis had white furs when I looked at my paws. I knew mom and Ariana has grey wolves. It’ll be amazing when they find out that mine is pure and absolutely stunning. I have a rare wolf, it’s called the wolf of the moon goddess, and she is so beautiful.

The drawing Mina is pointing to shows an elegant white wolf and a small brownish wolf cub with her. The hair reminds her of Mina’s hair color. “This is the white wolf and this is her new friend! If there’s one wolf, there has to be more. Or else she’d be lonely. When Mom was talking about the white wolf, she sounded very lonely, so I made her a friend!”