Novel & Cerita Small White Wolf

In short, it was beautiful. "Wow... his wolf is so beautiful..." I mumbled lost in his beauty. His wolf was pure black whereas my wolf was white with shades of grey and blue eyes. "If you keep gawking at me, I won't be able to concentrate, baby." He said in our own little mind link. I coughed at the nickname he used. He doesn't call me that often and the fact that he wasn't serious during the fight and was flirting with me. Oh, dear!

One where I can remember Zevarion not as a god… but as mine. Though I visited the outside world each year, just to see Kavira, Siora, and my little angry fairy who still refused to grow taller or quieter. “You’re thinking of him again, aren’t you?” Tala’s voice stirred gently through the mindlink. My original wolf, who surfaced after Zevaren’s birth. She was peaceful, unlike the storm I once was. Her coat was white as dawnlight, her spirit as calm as still water. I smiled to myself as I walked the winding path.

"But somehow, it worked. You adapted and grew stronger. You even got your wolf, though it is not unheard of, but like I said, it's rare, and you could imagine our surprise when you shifted and your wolf was white ... that was the only confirmation needed to shut down the murmurs from the pack elders. We suspected that there was something dormant in your bloodline or that it was the moon goddess blessing you." Another wave of heat crashes over me, and I sink deeper into the ice water. "White wofl?" "Yes, white wolf. Black wolves are mainly for alphas, brown for betas, and grey for gammas. The white wolf, though rarely seen, is attributed to the very first wolf ancestry, which is why it's beli

I dropped the leg 'huffing' at her as I stomped my front paw into the ground. "Well, what is that supposed to mean? Eat it if you're so hungry! I don't even know where to start with this!" She bit her lip as she glanced down at the animal. "Maybe something a little smaller next time." She said quietly. She was right that having something smaller would help her get a better hand on it if she didn't know how to hang it, but this would fill her freezer and that was my goal. Her beautiful pale green eyes made my heart beat faster as she looked back up at me. "You're not a regular wolf, and you're not just a pet. You were someone's hunting dog, weren't you? They're probably going to come looking

Apart from training his physically unfit, Marco is also curious about why her wolf was so small. The wolf is white with green eyes like a savanna. He had watched the wolves of all the members of the Mendes family, none of them were white. He became more and more curious, several times he consulted his uncle who lives in Russia. Information from him was that a white wolf is very rare, and only a few in Northern Canada. Several times Marco tried to find information about the pack there. Until now he has not heard any news.

"For example?" "Big and black—usually Alphas. Omegas are small. The rest vary. Sometimes, special wolves appear—white, silver, even lilac blue. But they’re rare. If they exist now, they’re probably hidden. Too valuable. Too dangerous to be known." I studied his face. He looked back, eyes searching. "So... what’s bothering you?" he asked softly. "You feel it?" "I see it," he said, brows furrowed. “Hmm…” I hummed and looked out the window again. I was trying to find words for my current inner predicaments.

“It could only be a wolf.” “Have you eaten anything today, Ames?” I shake my head. “Maybe you are dehydrated or hungry, and your mind is playing games on you? There’s no way a wolf will be out in sight in the middle of the city, and there will be no warnings in the paper or the local news.” He scratches his head. “What colour did you say it was?” “It was a white wolf.” “I don’t think so, Ames. Maybe he was one of those great Pyrenees dogs who are huge and white and cuddly.”

They never told me why. I knew I was special. Mom always called me 'her special little wolf'. Others got their wolf at age 16. Alphas got theirs at age 14, but I've had Cynthia since I was 8. Besides, I've never seen anyone with a pure white wolf and golden eyes.

The average individual was tolerant enough. There was another wolf rank that had the small size of a pup, called a Comforter, but they never lost their puppy features. They were only found in about a third of the wolf packs, so they were almost as uncommon as runts. They were usually kept away from outsiders, although I had spoken with one once. She had told me that she considered her rank as the most important task in her pack, and that is comforting others. Her tiny size and puppy features made the pack members want to cuddle with her. My small size gave me some leeway, but I looked like an adult, just in miniature. I also lacked the calming abilities that the Comforters had, so I needed a

Damien's POV As I approached my car, my eyes fell upon the reflection in the window – a magnificent creature that I knew was now a part of me. A black wolf stood before me, sleek and powerful, its fur glistening under the moonlight. Two distinct white spots adorned each side of its abdomen, like silent companions in the darkness. A single grey patch on its forehead added an air of mystery to its already enchanting presence. I couldn't help but admire the wolf before me. Its form exuded strength, grace, and an untamed beauty that resonated deep within me. The wolf's eyes, a brilliant shade of amber, held a certain wisdom and understanding, as if it had been waiting for me all along.