The White Wolf Novels & Stories

KAIDA I stood momentarily stunned as the ethereally snow-white wolf vanished from sight, its head turning towards me at the precise moment I whispered Malachi's name – a coincidence, or something more? The image of an obsidian-black wolf, eerie yet majestic, had been my mental picture of his true form, its midnight coat a fitting backdrop for his piercing green eyes. This pearly white creature was a stark contrast, one that left me questioning my assumptions.

I was living for revenge. I waited until midnight, when the pack village was completely asleep and the patrols were focused on the outer borders. I couldn't leave my brothers here like this. I carried them, one by one, into the deep woods behind our cabin, near the hidden clearing where our parents were buried. I didn't have a shovel. I didn't have any tools. But I didn't need them. As the last surviving White Wolf, a royal lineage of pure power, there was a hidden, monstrous strength buried deep inside me. I fell to my knees in front of my parents' old, overgrown graves and began to dig into the earth with my bare hands.

In my state of utter depletion, I forced myself to believe that everything crazy about tonight—from the solid chest that appeared in front of the truck to the wolf ears in the mirror—was nothing more than a toxic hallucination. On the borderline between consciousness and coma, I faintly felt the warmth of Nanny’s hand as she pulled up the blanket for me. The room sank into a quiet darkness, but amidst the rumbling thunder outside the window, a whispering voice, trembling and laced with dread, slipped into my fracturing subconscious: "The late Madame's seal... has finally broken. The legendary White Wolf bloodline can no longer be hidden..." The sharp creak of the medical kit being tightly gr

“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 arou

I grinned. "Any pup?" He raised a brow. I nodded and laughed. Ross rubbed his chin for a moment before smiling," how about Stefan? I would say Gideon, but we both already know he's going to beg to stay the night with Quinn." He snickered. I nodded and walked with him over to watch the children while Gerwulf helped Matthias over at the grill and tried to keep Simon from falling over on himself. The wolf looked a mess. White locks down to his shoulders, disheveled clothing, and eyes bloodshot. It was a miracle he was ever presentable enough to help the pack when called. His drinking had cost him more than just his relationship with Jade.

Alice asks like I’m telling her a bedtime story. With a chuckle I continue, “The White Wolves were born to protect all preternatural creatures. It was deemed that the female White Wolves are of Royalty only, the males are the protectors. All seven can take a mate, but they must be their true mates of Alpha Blood. It’s rare for white wolves to be mated to another white wolf. The first White Wolf Queen was Cordelia. Artemis ordered for all seven of them to kill the King and Queen, to hold a blood eagle, an old ritual style execution the Norse Vampires would use to settle matters amongst their kind.

Kit called out to Rex. "Everyone stand fast. They are coming from the east and fast. Alphas out front with me, betas stay close behind us, watch our backs." Rex’s Royal Alpha Voice filled their heads and bodies with strength, instinct taking over to allow the humans bow out to their wolves so they might win. A thunderous rumble shook the ground for several minutes until they saw what the rumble was coming from. A huge snow white wolf with scraps of black gold and red cloth hung off of him dropped a few yards away from the Packs.

I knew that the wolf was calling to me, inviting me to join it on a journey through the forest. With a sense of excitement and curiosity, I followed the howl, weaving my way through the trees and underbrush. The wolf's presence grew stronger, and soon, I found myself face to face with a majestic white wolf with huge wings. Its eyes were the same icy blue as mine, and there was a profound sense of recognition between us. We communicated not through words, but through a deep understanding that transcended language. The white wolf turned and began to lead me deeper into the forest, and I followed willingly. It was as if we were bound by destiny, embarking on a jo

The myths, the legends just became a reality after the gruesome transformation. The ancient white wolf. White wolves were the first generation of Werewolves ever created by the Moon Goddess. Along with pure white fur, they had golden ancient runes on them and golden eyes. The moon goddess did not only give them a beautiful appearance, but she gifted them great power. The power that is coveted by all creatures of the realm. White wolves were gifted with the power of a thousand witches, healing blood, and the ability to control another individual with their minds. As it is known that werewolves are affected by silver, white wolves are immune to silver. White wolves were supreme to other supern

Many millions moons back, there was a wolf Shaman. A priestess. She was among the many that lived in the forests for the fear of being discovered by humans and risked the possibility of being burned alive in the plaza. Her name was White Wolf. White Wolf was the offspring of two regular wolves that decided to leave the civilization to live among their own kind. She was now thirteen. She was born and raised there and she had not realized that she had the ability to see or channel the future.