Small White Wolf Novels & Stories

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.

There were small cottages at the sides and few market tents that sold authentic West Mountains’ indigenous carved jewelries and weaved clothing. Werewolf pups are freely running around while their mothers in human form follow them from behind and smile at him. Entering the backdoor at a black with red accented building and passed through the kitchen glass walls. Luke hears what his co-workers said on the other side. “Snow white has arrived, everyone!” “Really? Wait?! Where is he?!” “Can I go out and touch his fur then come back again?” “No! You’ll bring fur inside the kitchen. Do it later. After the service.”

I said to her softly. “Really?” she asked, sounding excited. “What is it?” I asked her again. “It is two wolves. One is black, with a crown. The other is white, with what looks like a halo,” she said to me. “They are beside each other, looking up to the moon,” she added. “The white wolf has a halo?” I asked her to clarify.

“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.

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.

The wolf got ready to pounce… right on top of the girl. Before I knew what I was doing I slammed the girl down on the ground, lying on top of her as the small wolf jumped towards us. “What the hell!?” the girl said, turning around and trying to push me off of her. I gazed up at the growling wolf circling us, the thing not looking very happy. But… but somehow familiar. I must have left my brain by my bed, because I slowly sat up, allowing a full view of the small animal. It was pure white, almost melting into the snow with bright red eyes. So bright and so familiar…

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.