The Rise Of The Last White Wolf Novels & Stories

Chad’s pov A white wolf... She was a white wolf. I couldn’t believe I rejected a white wolf. Who would have thought that her wolf, of all wolves, would be white? Ever since I found out that she was one, I regretted my rejection. Alana was fine. She lacked experience in the office but was spectacular in bed. I didn’t mind having her. But a white wolf? Being mated to one was a dream. White wolves were the most special since they were so rare. I heard that the royals were all white, but we only heard stories about them. By the time I started to walk, they were all killed. Few white wolves still lived in the north, but they didn’t have special powers like the royals. Either way, white wolves wer

There was an illistrated image there that looked like my wolf and then an article that followed after. "I don't know how to tell you this, but stark white wolves are extremely rare. Possessing a White Wolf is basically like being true Alpha Royalty. It's abnormal to have wolves of solid colors. A white one signifies not only pure blood but also primarily some unique special abilities. White wolves are like.. elders of our culture, stronger than the others but Reya in particuar. Well Wolves are given to us at a specific age. When we die, our wolves are passed along to another through the grace of the Goddess. Anyway I'll let you read it for yourself." Kaine said as he passed the book around i

Three more wolves fall to the floor and the blast ripples through their declining numbers. They will not give up. Until the last one takes their final breath they will chase us, intent on spilling our blood. Celeste fires off three more marbles in quick succession but the wolves are ready this time and jump out of their way before they are caught in the explosion. ‘They are all gone.’ Celeste shouts in my head. The glimmer of hope that had started to build inside me is crushed and I know we are not going to live through the night. One wolf slams hard into the side of the truck and buckles my door inwards and send the truck careening across multiple lanes. Shit. I mange to steady us and pull

* but another part, the part tied to Alexa, my wolf, pushed me forward, refusing to let me stop. I burst into a clearing and froze for a split second, taking in the scene. Five rogues were tearing into a lone wolf, their teeth and claws relentless. But this wasn’t just any wolf—the aura radiating from it screamed pack wolf, someone with rank, maybe even a title. The rogues didn’t care, their attacks brutal and unyielding, like they were determined to rip it apart. My instincts took over, and I shifted into Alexa, my silver wolf form surging forward. I leaped out from the bushes with a roar that shook the ground, the sound so powerful it felt like it came from somewhere deeper than me.

"An experiment the Council buried. They wanted wolves they could command, not lead. Subjects who responded to systems, not instincts. You were their best attempt." "No." I shook my head. "I'm not a…" "I don't mean you're fake," he interrupted. "You're real. But you were designed. Your shift was suppressed for your own safety. “The man I met last night–he called me little wolf. He said he was waiting for me." Kieran's jaw clenched. "Then it's starting. Faster than we thought." "What is it?" He shook his head. "Not here. Not outside here. You're not safe, and neither is anyone near you."

She turned to the attacker, now groaning in pain at her feet. "If you thought me weak," she said coldly, "you were gravely mistaken." The man spat blood and hatred, but he did not rise again. For a long heartbeat, the clearing held its breath. Then, slowly, reluctantly, the Alphas bowed their heads—not in surrender, but in grim acknowledgment. The old world had broken. A new one was rising from the ashes, and at its heart stood the White Wolf they had once cursed and now had no choice but to follow.

Not so much. "The White Wolf," the text had read, the ink a faded brown at the edges, "is not a title, nor a mark of bloodline. It is a divine designation. The Moon Goddess does not create White Wolves. She becomes them. The last recorded White Wolves were destroyed in the massacre of the Valion clan, or so the corrupted records claim." I'd read it twice, then closed the book, telling myself it was just mythology. Old pack superstition, dressed up in fancy words. The kind of story the powerful used to control the fearful. Standing in this ballroom, watching a white wolf, the size of a horse, slowly turn its luminous head across the room, I understood just how monumentally wrong I had been.

"And the First Blood destroyed that balance." "Exactly." His jaw tightened. "And Edwin found the records." "Yes." I looked around at every face in that room, at people who had sworn their lives to a history that had never been true. "He's obsessed with restoring the power that existed before the First Blood broke it." Another voice came from the doorway behind me, low and careful. "And Letty?" I turned to him. For a moment I couldn't make myself say it. "She's the last living descendant of the original White Wolf."

Why hadn’t I run screaming yet? “Sarah, there are only six white wolves in the world—one on each major continent. White wolves are believed to be direct descendants of the Moon Goddess herself. That’s where our coat color comes from. All packs across the continents acknowledge the authority of white wolves, out of ancient reverence. We mediate disputes and regularly meet with Alphas from everywhere.” I nodded, following—but what did this have to do with rejecting me?

And when necessary, I helped. My grandmother had taught me that protecting someone didn’t always mean standing beside them where they could see you. Sometimes protection meant staying hidden. Tonight, however, staying hidden was becoming harder. I sat back in the chair and listened as Fredrick’s voice came through the speaker. The White Wolf was in labor. My eyes dropped to the journal lying open on the table. For a moment, I simply stared at the old handwritten pages. Everything my grandmother had spent years studying was unfolding at the same time.