Story And White Novels & Stories

"I will marry you, Alpha Damian." Damian stepped closer, his dark eyes locking onto mine. "Good. But let's be honest with each other, shall we? I didn't ask for your hand out of love, Aisha. I married you because you are a White Wolf. You are going to help me fight my enemies." My heart stopped. My blood ran completely cold. He knows. "How do you know that?" I demanded, my inner wolf baring her teeth in my mind. "A powerful witch in my territory told me everything," Damian explained calmly, crossing his arms. "She foresaw that the last surviving White Wolf would wander into my lands, carrying a power that can crush kingdoms. I need that power to destroy the packs threatening my borders."

“Hey, I need more than that!” He spun around and caged me to the wall. “Just trust me, little one.” “No! I need to know, why don’t you tell me?” I was outraged. He constantly avoided the topic. Damon pressed against me and leaned closer to my ear. “He was under my command for a while We fought together in a few wars. Vadas isn’t all that prince charming. He is a monster. Stay away from him. End of talk.” And he strode away, leaving me only more questions. Fuck these males and their tempers.

Mercedes asked, looking at Alexa. “ Does this mean that the legacy of the White Wolves is no more? I was the last of them, and now I am no longer.” Alexa had thought that as well, but that was not the case. “ No. The legacy of the white wolves will live on. Your heroic tale of saving the realms from a demon will forever be told. And you were the last White wolf, but that's not the case anymore.” Mercedes and Felix exchanged confused glances. They didn't understand what Alexa was talking about. Alexa didn't know if it was a good thing or not, but a white wolf still remained.

Mira clawed at her throat, her eyes wide, terrified, her fingers scraping at nothing as the invisible force tightened around her neck. Rowan lifted his other hand to finish it, and that’s when it happened. A flash of white. No, it wasn't white. It was blinding, holy even and almost impossible. It erupted right in front of Rowan, exploding outward like a star being born. Every warrior, every puppet, every creature on the field cried out and shielded their eyes. I fell onto my hands as the world turned winter white. “What…?!” Rowan snarled, stumbling back. The light reached my skin, warm, and familiar, and I just knew who it was.

I stopped to catch my breath and observed myself again to be sure I saw it right. My fur was truly white, I couldn't believe it. But It's been a really long time since there ever was a white wolf and they're not just any wolf. They're the white warrior wolves. Every child in the village has been told of the legend of the white wolf. The legend of the white wolf tells of a line of women blessed by the moon goddess to protect their pack from whatever dangers posed by the outside world or other packs. But this lineage ended for very mysterious reasons and for 10 generations, there was never a white wolf. And suddenly, I'm a white wolf?.

"But what if it wasn't just an imagination? Gosh! I want to see the legendary white wolf. According to the tales, the white wolf is the blessing from above—the purest of them all." She really wants to convince me about it. A debate like this? My winning rate is…zero percent. "Let's end this conversation. It is only a tale so stop saying what-ifs. Because they weren't true." "Well, they saw a—" "I don't care," I chimed in, and continued eating. She only scowled at me and sipped on her glass.

"Would you mind telling me the story of the white wolves again?" I take notice as some kind of fear crosses grandma Rivera's eyes in a splint of a second before she camouflages with a small awkward chuckle. "I thought you once called them myths and mere fables?" "Can you tell me the story, grandmother." I repeat myself. I cannot tell what I am feeling right now. I can feel…nothing. Grandma Rivera takes a moment of silence before letting out a sigh and then breaking the silence again. "The white wolves used to be the fairest in the entire pack. They were created in the image of gods and goddesses." She begins and I listen attentively to the story I have heard her tell me several times when I

“To rule on the throne, he has been given to you. And without a doubt, conquer the world with Ryan's pack by your side.” She raised her chin high. “Especially given the fact that your Raven is white, and no one or anyone in history has ever seen or encountered a white Raven. Although there is only one folk tale about this glorious white creature, no one has been able to prove its existence. In the story, it is said that White Ravens may be odd and rare, but they are our kings and queens.” She smiled. “Do you know how powerful that sound is? King and queen united.” She took my hand. "My dear, you are the royalty of our species."

I stared back, accepting the challenge. Verena I had never seen a white wolf before; I had only heard of them in stories. White wolves were so rare that the last one recorded in history died almost a hundred years ago. They were known not only for their strength but for their own individual rare power. It seemed my sister had found hers. As we raced through the forest toward the fight, I felt them before I saw them. They all gathered and ran beside, behind, and above us. The animals of the forest had heard her call, and they answered.

"There are stories. Most of them sound impossible. Entire settlements erased. Entire bloodlines gone. Villages burned by white fire." Several elders exchanged uneasy glances. "What is white fire?" Sienna asked. The elder turned toward her. "No one knows. That's what made it terrifying. Wolves survive ordinary fire. We heal. We regenerate. But white fire consumed everything." His voice lowered. "My grandfather said survivors described it as moonlight burning. Wolves turned to ash before they could shift. Entire territories vanished overnight. No bodies remained." The silence that followed was absolute. Then Everett finally spoke. "I've never heard any of this."