Snow White Wolf Novels & Stories

I still don't understand why Hera was stopping me from intervening. "We should go," "No,!" She replied and I found myself nodding. "He's my mate," Ivy suddenly cried out. A resounding growl echoed around the house and before I could blink, a black, large wolf with white furs at the crown of his head walked out of the room. I held on to Hera as the wolf stared down at the both of us. "Fuck off, Liam" Hera yelled. "It's a fucking command, Prince" The wolf turned abruptly and ran off. I almost dropped to the floor because my legs had turned jelly.

When Snow approaches the black wolf, he lies beside him and turns his muzzle to look at him. The black wolf is excited by the proximity and wags his tail. "What's your name?" - Snow asks, by mind-link. “My name's Sonny, and I'm the best part of Klaus” – he replies. “Hey” – the offended Klaus says.- “You're half of me, so don't say those things” Snow laughs. “My name is Snow” – Angel's wolf answers.

’ She screamed at him as he held her down but she was still too weak to fight him properly, ‘What you want is irrelevant little Hybrid, you are going to take my seed tonight in front of all your fucking Coven and there is nothing any of you can do to stop me. He sneered and pushed her legs wider apart rubbing the tip of his cock along her folds he knew his first thrust would send her straight into Haze and he would have his victory. A deep menacing growl came from behind him and he turned his head to see a massive snow-white wolf advancing toward him. It was an impressive sight, huge jaws with deadly razor-sharp teeth were visible as it snarled, ears flat against its head, tail down and mus

Four of the females were in sight and we could even see the pups. "Now Alastor is one of the biggest wolfs to be recorded in all of history. On his four paws, he gets up to six feet! As cool as it would be to see him, he never ever comes out. He has his own den there in the ba- well would you look at that! There he is!" She pointed into the pen at the huge beast walking across the dirt. She was right, he was huge. His fur was coal-black but when the light hit it just right, it had bits of red. He was shaggy but definitely not lanky like the rest of them. He looked like a bear more than a wolf. He was sniffing around, covering more ground than I could running. His huge paws came to a stop and

“Would you please help me with the kids, guys? I’m gonna take her to the apartment now. If she sobers up, we’ll come back later. If not, I’ll let her sleep.” Siel instantly protested, “No, just give me coffee… please… I don’t want to miss the storytelling time!” “I agree, V. Myron and R will start telling stories soon and Siel might miss it,” Di piped up as she continued drinking wolf wine. “Wait… Myron your Personal Assistant and R are here? So, they’re wolves too? Are they mates?!” mumbled Siel, already half-asleep. “Yes, they are, Elena,” chuckled V, handing her a cup of very strong potent coffee, with her preferred amount of sugar and cream. “Now drink up…”

“Just let go, and I’ll be right there with you.” She calmed slightly as he held her. The first time was always the worst and she was so much older than she should have been for a first timer. He felt his own wolf clawing its way to the front of his mind rushing to be freed. He could feel her letting go, letting the beast with in her move forward. Her wolf was violently making its appearance, with one more blood curtailing scream Tifs eyes opened wide as the wolf broke free of the human form that held her. A beautiful red and silver creature, the bright green eyes glinting in the moon lit snow covered night. His black wolf hushing to meet hers. Siron had only one thought rush through his mind

The fur that adorned my wolf's form was not just any color—it was a pure, pristine white. Whispers rippled through the pack, carried on the wind like a sacred secret revealed. The legend of the white wolf echoed in their murmurs, a tale passed down through generations. It was said that a white wolf possessed a unique power, a healing ability that transcended the bounds of ordinary werewolves. They were believed to be chosen, destined to bring solace and aid to those in need.

Snow White. The large white wolf, with his thick fur and unsettlingly intelligent eyes, lay beside her, his breathing slow and steady. But Michael barely spared the animal more than a glance. His focus was on her. On the way her delicate fingers were buried in the wolf’s thick fur. On the way her body pressed so trustingly, so intimately, against the creature’s warmth. And worst of all, the way her face—so serene, so utterly content—was nestled against its back. Michael’s expression did not change at first. He was too stunned to react.

Continuing their exploration through the book, he turned to a specific page, and Jennifer bent down to examine a sketch of her wolf. “It’s-” she began. “It’s the rarest kind,” he interrupted, his voice taking on a mysterious tone. “A cursed wolf named ‘Snow.’ A beautiful creature who could blend into the snow with her white coat. But her story took a tragic turn when she fell in love with the head Alpha of a pack, not knowing he was already married to a witch.” As he recounted the tale, he skillfully wove a vivid picture of the forbidden romance between the white wolf and the Alpha, their bond as destined mates, and the rage of the witch when she discovered their connection.

I knew that the wolf was calling to me, inviting me to join it on a journey through the forest. With a sense of excitement and curiosity, I followed the howl, weaving my way through the trees and underbrush. The wolf's presence grew stronger, and soon, I found myself face to face with a majestic white wolf with huge wings. Its eyes were the same icy blue as mine, and there was a profound sense of recognition between us. We communicated not through words, but through a deep understanding that transcended language. The white wolf turned and began to lead me deeper into the forest, and I followed willingly. It was as if we were bound by destiny, embarking on a journey that would reveal the true