Snow White Wolf Novels & Stories

“Don’t move.” The wolf lunged at her, and Snow lost her balance; she fell on the ice-covered lake and groaned in pain, her eyes widened as she spotted the wolf in the air, ready to pounce on her. She closed her eyes, accepting her fate, but nothing happened. She opened her left eye and gazed at the spot where the wolf was, but… The wolf snuggled Snow as she lay there on the floor, with fur as white as snow, the white wolf’s bluish eyes looking feminine and gazing at her.

“Come here, sweetie; I have someone for you to meet, and we have to talk.” “What… What happened? Why the heck am I here?” Mia asked, her voice trembling with fear as she tried to make sense of the situation. “I called you here, dear,” the voice replied gently. “There is someone I would like you to meet.” Mia felt a presence beside her and turned to see a white wolf, its fur shimmering like snow under moonlight. The wolf’s eyes were kind, yet held a fierce determination that immediately comforted Mia. “Hi,” greeted the wolf, its voice soft yet powerful. “I’m Snowy, your wolf.”

"Why are you doing this? Stop calling out to Snow, as he doesn't seem to like it." "Snow," he repeated, and as he waited for the wolf to come for him, he could only gulp in terror. However, just as the monstrous creature's paw was about to attack him, a loud growl was heard, and a pristine white wolf sprang over the large, black wolf in an instant, causing the big wolf to lose its balance.

Dawn swiftly tackled a wolf, gripping its throat and spinning it until a bone snapped; she then tossed the wolf towards a tree. A different wolf pounced on Dawn's back, prompting Aurora to twist sideways. When the wolf landed on the ground, they both stood up, ran towards each other, and leaped into the air. Dawn then clawed at the wolf's face with her right paw. Dawn overpowered the wolf, bringing it down and delivering a fatal blow to its chest, resulting in its immediate death with blood and guts spilling out. Turning toward the black and white wolf, Dawn saw it dismembering the brown wolf. Dawn decided to approach the wolf but paused a few feet away. The black and white wolf caught sight

I focus a bit more and notice that one of the wolves is Sylas; he has to be fighting Laslo. Sylas is a huge gray wolf, bigger than Laslo’s white wolf. Laslo’s wolf is swiping at Sylas, and his claws connect here and there. Sylas twists his body and kicks Laslo’s wolf, sending it flying into a tree. Laslo’s wolf lays at the base of the tree, sprawled out. Sylas marches to the tree base and hovers over Laslo’s wolf, snarling and biting. His jaw reaches over and grabs at the white wolf’s neck.

Ryder clears his throat and says, "This is Arianna Snow. Your wolf." What?

“It’s petty, but this person could be of use to us. Have you heard the story of the White Wolf?” “No.” Hemlock groaned and shook his head at me. I felt like I shouldn’t have said anything while he looked at me like I was stupid. “The White Wolf is a bitch called Sylvia, who looks like a dog; just like you. Her fur is pure white, so you can’t miss her, but she is very fast. We tried to capture her in the past a few years back with another Soul Stealer, but she found out our plan and ripped his head off. She has two children, Ringo and Orlando; you can try to get to her through them if you can. Her brother, Xaivier, is always around; killing him first before making a move would be wise.”

I turned—and saw a figure standing in the shadows of the trees. A young wolf__white fur with Glowing eyes. Not Freya, Not Veyrix. But something born of both. Freya runs away to stop the dispute alone; a strange white wolf appears, watching Finnick from the shadows.

Conrad is the oldest son of Alpha Carlos from the Snow Mountain Pack. Their pack is suitably named as they reside near the mountains, which become covered in snow during the winter season. Also, their wolves normally have white fur. Those native to their pack, anyway. Since there’s been a mix up with other packs due to mating, not everyone has a white wolf. The alpha’s family, though, carries the dominant gene. Regardless of mating with someone outside their pack, the resulting offspring would be white wolves.

A Snow White was a werewolf female with pure white fur: the strongest female, the Alpha female, the most desirable and beautiful mate for wolves to have. The only thing Snow White about me was the wedding dress I was wearing though it was not pristine after all I'd been through. Pushing the voluminous skirt down, I wriggled around until I was sitting up beside Donna. We were both secured with zip ties at our wrists and thick ropes at our ankles. A look down the row revealed all the women were trussed up the same way: virgin sacrifices for the last Lycan. Fear prickled through me, making my skin hypersensitive as I grew more and more worried about what was going to happen to me next.