The White Masai Novel Novels & Stories

Zeus said to me. "I am not going to mate with a low level Omega that would be bad for my soon to be pack" I said to Zeus. Then quickly pushed him to the back of my mind hushing him up, all of a sudden all my senses were on high alert. I smelt a wolf, I came to a complete stop, and I looked around but couldn't see anyone around me. I slowly crept around to an opening in the woods, that's when I saw the most beautiful white wolf ever seen. she was just laying down beside the pond. Impossible I thought to myself I've never seen a white wolf no one would believe me. "I can not connect with her it's like there's no soul in her, no one to talk to" Zeus said.

Story of South Hills Pack was heart breaking, though how packs are being run these days I would call them foolish for being so generous with those who are kicked out by their own packs, but she was repeatedly saying one thing, that pack lived with the purpose and they were serving it. As the story was getting unfold, I couldn’t stop myself from feeling the pain. Irene is the white wolf, a rare wolf born in a century which could only be born in a South Hill Pack, because it was the right place for her. Irene and I were connecting the dots, and everyone line we draw proves Margaret right.

“No matter what you do, don't let my brother find out what happened between us. I will never forgive you in the same way that I did the rest of you.” “Remember that I am not the same person I was when you gang raped me. I am Violet now, the woman you bow to, the woman capable of resurrecting you, the white witch, as they call me. But let me assure you, they may call me the white witch, but I'm not that kind, so don't get on my nerves.”

"Everyone knows the Rivera girl is a rare white wolf. Her pups will be top-tier Alphas, every single one. Whoever mates her becomes the future Alpha King." "And look at her—the Moon Goddess must've carved her by hand." "A wolf like that, blood like that, Is Damian insane?" "Poor Rivera girl. Her own mate doesn't even want her." The whispers circled. Everyone was certain I'd name Damian—they'd all seen how badly I'd fallen for him. In my last life, I worshiped Damian as my savior. White wolves are rare, which means my life was never peaceful. I got snatched by rogues once.

One of my men demanded, furious. Max. Of course. He was never one to see danger,never one to calculate, even when the odds were against him. I caught his wrist, glaring at him to shut up. He didn't. With lightning speed, the white wolf lunged and bit his shoulders. His scream tore through the night as bone cracked. Blood spattered onto the snow, steaming in the cold. My men flinched back. Ciara gasped from inside the car. Mason, his twin, bolted forward and dropped to his knees, tears streaming down his face.

I stared down at the hundreds of pages of treaty agreements I was yet to read through before my meeting this afternoon, unable to concentrate on any of them. What I hadn’t told Dean, was that there was another reason I didn’t kill Maia the moment I saw her. Her wolf form was large for a female, her fur so dark in the night it nearly looked black, she was impressive to say the least. But her eyes were what stopped my wolf in his tracks, they were white, almost completely void of colour in a way we had never seen before.

A few high-fived each other, and a few more took a swig from a flask. We watched each other curiously until the door swung open, and many men marched in, filling the space. They all stared at me, but no one approached. As everyone settled, the man in the cowboy hat who had transported me came to the podium, and the crowd hushed. His cowboy boots kicked my cage, trying to get a reaction out of me. “Gentlemen!” He bellowed over the crowd. “We have the white wolf!” The cheers and yells were deafening. “God is with us, giving us the power to eradicate the abominations that roam our world.”

“That will not happen. It never will, at least not with the issue of Sebastian and Sienna. Because see, I have moved on, completely from anything that bound me to Sebastian in the past. He owns his life, he can do anything he wants with it.” “Yeah, well. That would have flown if I was a seven year old or something. This is an adult you're talking to.” “I know you are used to having liars around you, Mason. Especially given the fact that you are a liar yourself. But don't worry, I am quite the honest individual.” “Yeah, you may be honest to others, and that is fine, terrific actually. But you sure as well are not honest to yourself.” “Oh but I am, and you really can not prove otherwise”

--Alyssa-- I was deeply engrossed in the book I had found. It was believed that the white wolves were the first of their kind to come into existence, blessed with extraordinary powers. They had the ability to heal, control the earth and everything within it, and even communicate directly with the moon goddess. These gifts made them revered but also envied, and eventually, the other wolves' jealousy led to a devastating purge aimed at eliminating the white wolves entirely.

Little did they dream that it was their enemy whose coming they so dreaded who now stood before them in this disguise. “What a beautiful woman! Where has she come from?” said the astonished Kumaso, forgetting war and council and everything as he looked at the gentle intruder. He beckoned to the disguised Prince and bade him sit down and serve them with wine. Yamato Take felt his heart swell with a fierce glee for he now knew that his plan would succeed. However, he dissembled cleverly, and putting on a sweet air of shyness he approached the rebel chief with slow steps and eyes glancing like a frightened deer. Charmed to distraction by the girl’s loveliness Kumaso drank cup after cup of wine