Small White Wolf Novels & Stories

He nods his head. “Yes, I was surprised, too. What colour is your wolf?” he asked. “She is black,” I said. “That is suspicious. White wolves are very rare. It’s supposed to be two black wolves; I am quite confused,” he said. I breathe out, touching the mark, and it’s a bit sensitive. “Now that we have marked each other, I am hoping Sofia will come back,” I said. “My wolf is feeling her now; she should be back by now,” he said.

The shift had been painful, but she was with me every step of the way, talking me thru it, and doing what she could to keep me calm. Once the shift was complete, we ran for what felt like hours before reaching the small lake in our woods. My first view of my wolf had been breathtaking. I was pure white, but not completely. My ears are the same color as my hair. I also have patches around my eyes of the same color, but a small patch of white below my left eye that I swear looks like a heart. My left front leg, and my right hind leg are also the same red. The end of my tail has red as well. On my chest, between my front legs, is the only other red. A patch in the shape of a heart that is impos

As they reached the end of the long corridor, they came to a dimly lit room, where they suspected the sound would have come from. There, huddled in a corner between two walls, was a small, trembling white wolf. Her silver fur shimmered in the low light, but her frame was so slight, so fragile, that it was clear she was just a child. The little wolf's soft howls were barely audible, fading to a whimper the moment her wide, frightened eyes met Britney's and Camilla’s.

I shook out my fur as we ran and I glanced to see 3 wolves in step beside me. Codyn’s wolf was a sandy color with brown eyes and highlights in his fur. His wolf was slightly bigger than mine but that only made me realize how large Juno really was for a female wolf. Scarlyt’s wolf was the smallest, by far. She wasn’t kidding when she told me she was little. She was a gorgeous cream color with yellow and green eyes and paired beautifully with Codyn.

A dense ring of werewolves tightened around the two wolves in the center. Both brown, powerful, they are frozen on opposite sides of the circle. Bending down, ready for the next jump, not taking their eyes off each other, they waited. The fact that there had already been clashes was indicated by the crimson fur on their skin. Each left a mark on his opponent. The snowy glade was covered with dark spots - bloody footprints. The werewolf with the yellow stripe on his skin was alert. His eye contact with the enemy was broken, and his gaze darted among the werewolves in search.

"What's that?" "What's what? Oh, the wolf?"

she was unable to finish her sentence since the pain made her fall to the ground. Out of worry, Aiden closed his eyes so that he could not see his mage going through so much pain. In a short while, Leila had completed her shifting and the place was as quiet as before. Taking the quietness as his clue to know that she had finished shifting, he opened his eyes and was amazed at what he was looking at. A beautiful blue-grey wolf which was larger than the wolves from his neighbouring pack. "You are so beautiful," he said, making the little wolf look downwards.

Thankfully, she had survived and finally found a slither of second to escape. Unfortunately, my presence didn't go unnoticed by the rogue. Its attention shifted to me, and a furious snarl escaped its jaws, its eyes filled with a vacant, menacing intensity. Just as it was about to make a move toward me, Alpha Chase, in his brownish-black wolf form, darted past, using his swift movements to knock a line of rogues off balance, sending them crashing onto the cold pavement.

He just figured it was an ugly and disfigured man, but no ghost or monster. Shane continued from port to port searching for the location the White Wolf called home. He was determined to find this ghost and restore his name on the high seas. Shane grew more frustrated as he searched and came up with nothing. His crew began to think he was chasing ghost stories. He was like a mad man searching and couldn't figure out who it belonged to. There was a rumor that a ship named The White Wolf was owned by Kevin Reddick, but he was known to be dead, which is where the ghost stories came from. They said it was Kevin looking for Pierre to finish him off for what he had done and people tried to stay awa