Snow White Wolf Novels & Stories

“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.

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.

"Because my powers are superior to yours. Of course, you don't have to beg for help. However, you might just end up dying here." "How audacious! Come on, I accept your test, but I hope you're a man of your word. Don't regret it if I win!" "Naturally. Now, here they come. Good luck." The shuffling sound of snow could be heard. Suddenly, he felt a cold wind hit his back. Wilbur looked back and saw a snow wolf as big as a black bear pouncing toward him. The snow wolf barred its ferociously sharp fangs at Wilbur as if it wanted to tear him to shreds.

After I was done with her, I was making my way back to my apartment when my wolf nudged me. ‘Can we please go out for a run? I feel like I've been trapped forever!’ That's my wolf, Snow. Honestly I feel bad for her. But it's not really my fault I have to roam around disguised as a human. We know what can happen if we slip up. It is very easy for my wolf to cover up her scent though, one of the perks of being a White Wolf. After thinking about it, I decided to let her out for a few hours.

I followed his gaze and felt my eyes widen in surprise. Wolf after wolf began to make an appearance, trotting towards us slowly before stopping a good ten feet away from us. We all watched in surprise as the crowd began to grow bigger and thicker as many continued to howl and growl at the sky. Many vibrant coloured furs surrounded us. From black to brown to white and grey, all these wolves stood tall before us until we couldn't even make out where the crowd ended. Then they all began to part and make way for this one specific wolf, who was as tall as Axil and wore the same-coloured fur. I immediately knew who it was.