Small White Wolf Novels & Stories

KAIDA I stood momentarily stunned as the ethereally snow-white wolf vanished from sight, its head turning towards me at the precise moment I whispered Malachi's name – a coincidence, or something more? The image of an obsidian-black wolf, eerie yet majestic, had been my mental picture of his true form, its midnight coat a fitting backdrop for his piercing green eyes. This pearly white creature was a stark contrast, one that left me questioning my assumptions.

I asked. “You’re not just rare, Danni. You’re the kind of power that resets the board. Wolves will follow you. Enemies will hunt you. And the laws that protect everyone else? They don’t fully apply to you. You’re not part of the system… You’re what breaks it, if you choose too.” Joel explained. “White wolves are the first. They are the pure, they are not restricted to the things we are. Regardless of rank.” Luka added. “Rank?” I asked

“There he is. The one who gave me my name. The First Alpha. The one who bled before the moon chose her mate.” From the treeline, the air split. Not with magic. Not with fire. With presence. A single step forward, and every animal in the surrounding forest fled. Birds vanished from the sky. Leaves curled in upon themselves. The very wind reversed its direction. And then he appeared. No smoke. No stardust. Just fur the color of ancient ash and scars that looked carved by claws far larger than any still living. His eyes were amber, not glowing, not supernatural—just wolf. Wolf and nothing else. But they saw everything.

“I left the pack a long time ago. - Wow, how much pride in her words. - You didn't leave, but you were kicked out! - The girl who came forward almost spat in her face. - Your Santa Barbara, of course, is very exciting, but maybe back to business. “Relationships in a strange pack do not concern me. More importantly, where did white wolves come from and why now? - Have white wolves attacked you before? - I clarified. - Not. Linda replied. “We have been living side by side with the local white wolves for a long time. - That is, they were other people's wolves? I asked. - They were wild wolves! Alpha shouted. “They were much larger than ours, more aggressive, more bloodthirsty.

"I'm here to grant you your wolf, Jade." "Awoo!" I turned to where the sound was coming from, and a white wolf emerged from the tree truck coming towards me. It was beautiful. It was 3 feet high, like a giant wolf, and its white color was as white as snow. Its ears are small and rounded, and its eyes are like a blasting red fire. Its fur was smooth and silky, and it had tufts of hair between the pads of its feet. "Beautiful." I bent down to its length, using my hand to smooth its back.

He smiled and turned to face him. The smile on Lexon's face made Milo's heart melt and gave him the courage to step out from behind the tree. Lexon's smile grew even wider and he squatted down as his little wolf approached him. Lexon was surprised at how small his little wolf was. Werewolves are normally quite large, much larger than regular wolves. But this little wolf is almost as small as a regular wolf. For some reason, that made his little wolf even more precious to him.

Please do not attack the small wolf you idiot… “Ethan, don’t worry. He’s safe” I responded, “I still don’t know your name” Before Nameless could answer, the two started circling one another, Small quick to attach Ethan who just side stepped. Both of their tails were wagging which made me hopeful. “How old is Small?” I asked, sitting down. I kept my eye on my friend and the small wolf, both of them playing around like they were both young puppies. “Sixteen I think. We’re not good with time but she’s around that age I think”

Looking back down at the wolf, I was pretty sure they were new. Their fur was a mix of three different colors; a sandy brown, black, and white. The majority of them were a combination of brown and black but the white was sprinkled in very specific spots. Around the ears, muzzle, paws and tail were all white that bled into the black and brown. Their eyes were bright, reflecting that their wolf was in charge. Squatting down, I smiled, looking them in their eyes. “Don’t tell your human side this, but with where the white is on your muzzle, you look like an old man.”

It was the time of 1785, there were many movements of people to various countries of the world, and wolves were no exception. There were small packs of no more than 30 individuals. At that time, the females married wolves from other packs to vary the breeds and to survive the strange diseases that appeared. The White Moon pack was the smallest pack in the southern European continent, so called because of the white color of their fur when the moon rose.

They all nod agreeing with him. “And her wolf is so different. She is freaking bigger than Silver, which is very weird. Silver and Jared have the biggest wolf here, but she is bigger than them and have you ever heard of a white wolf?” he said, looking at all of us. “Wait, I have a white wolf?” I asked. White wolf? That is new. Females are usually brown. “Yes, you have a really huge white wolf with a large and long canine that can snap the strongest bone in the body,” Asher answered. I looked at him shocked, no wonder they were all shocked.