Small White Wolf Novels & Stories

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.

As the final transformation took place, I slowly stood to my feet. I watched in awe as Jessica’s wolf shook out her gorgeous pure white fur. She was larger than an average female, and as I suspected she was special. White wolves were rare, and they were a symbol of purity and protection. They were known to be good luck for the pack who has a white wolf within its pack.

"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

“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.

It was hard to resist the urge to do it, so I took us outside for a run. She was small. Smaller than most wolves, specifically those with alpha blood. She should be about my size, just a little smaller. But instead, she is smaller than even the omegas. If she were brown or grey like the other wolves here, she would look like a grimy coyote.