The White Wolf Novels & Stories

The fur that adorned my wolf's form was not just any color—it was a pure, pristine white. Whispers rippled through the pack, carried on the wind like a sacred secret revealed. The legend of the white wolf echoed in their murmurs, a tale passed down through generations. It was said that a white wolf possessed a unique power, a healing ability that transcended the bounds of ordinary werewolves. They were believed to be chosen, destined to bring solace and aid to those in need.

Then, one day, a challenger arrived unlike any other. He was a great white wolf, with a coat as bright as snow. The pack gathered around him, their eyes wide with awe. "I am Ivar," the wolf said, "and I am here to claim the title of alpha."

One where I can remember Zevarion not as a god… but as mine. Though I visited the outside world each year, just to see Kavira, Siora, and my little angry fairy who still refused to grow taller or quieter. “You’re thinking of him again, aren’t you?” Tala’s voice stirred gently through the mindlink. My original wolf, who surfaced after Zevaren’s birth. She was peaceful, unlike the storm I once was. Her coat was white as dawnlight, her spirit as calm as still water. I smiled to myself as I walked the winding path.

The silver-white fur that I could see out of the corner of my eye wasn’t just any color; it was rare, almost legendary among wolves. I had heard the stories when I was younger, tales whispered by the older pack members about the White Wolves, wolves of royal blood, wolves of immense power. They were revered, almost mythical, because a White Wolf hadn’t been seen in generations. The legends said they were descended from the first alphas, chosen by the Moon Goddess herself to lead and protect the packs. They were stronger, faster, and their connection to the moon and the natural world was unmatched. But those were just stories, right?

I cringed, not wanting to have the answer confirmed. “Someone broadcast that a white wolf was coming to Quantico.” “They were here to kill me?” “Kidnap. The white wolf brings power and success to a pack.” “Oh my God. They are so stupid.” “Esmerelda.” Now, Ghost’s voice was as grave as my father’s. “The lore of the white wolf is significant. Last night proved you are in great danger. Your father is furious that a battle has occurred so quickly. It shook him, and he couldn’t protect you.”

As she looked across the clearing it was filled with wolves, black, brown, grey, sable, and one lone white wolf. He was immense and stood on the precipice, watching those below. A black wolf that was just as big approached and stood by his side. They exchanged glances and looked in her direction. She had to side step to avoid being bowled over by the gigantic black panther that barreled past her on her way to the top of the bluff. She rubbed her body along the side of the white wolf. She purred as he licked her head.

“Their membership was revoked and they were kicked out. I believe the white witch was enraged that day.” “Did you just say white witch?” Dylan checked. “Yes, that is how the owner is referred to.” “Are you talking about a real witch or something?” “To be honest, I don't know, but what I noticed was that she only wore white clothes and had white hair.” “Is she really that old?” “She appears to be very young; no one knows anything about her. She's a mystery, but she's also the most beautiful woman I've ever seen.” He couldn't believe such a thing existed, but whatever it was, it wouldn't hurt to see for himself.

Mom, Dad she called out slowly to them moving close in their direction. By the time she found them they had already transformed into werewolves it's wasn't easy, controlling them as wolves, to make them go under the basement, she tried all she could but failed then she said to them, "I don't care how aggressive you are towards me, you know you can't hurt me because I am also a young wolf, just like you are a werewolf from one pack, I can control you, as been a young she-wolf, I will do anything to make sure you don't cause any harm to others."

No Species had asked to be genetically altered with animal DNA, it hadn’t been a choice they were given, and their only so-called crime had been to survive year after year of abuse at the hands of scientists, doctors, and researchers who used their bodies to create drugs to help humans. Not that they got much appreciation for any medical advancements their suffering had provided. The door opened and Tiger popped his head in cautiously. “I could hear you snarling from next door.” He edged inside and closed the door. “Are you all right?” “It’s just a bad day.” “That’s not uncommon. Has something happened that is unusually bad?” “We just have a new group of people to contend with.” “We always d

The white wolf signified royalty of the Giovannis in the world of the werewolves. The white wolf let out a thunderous howl that echoed through the dungeon and the black wolves with terrifying primal gaze launched as one. The first two black wolves a blur of shadow, attacked simultaneously, aiming for the white wolf's throat and flanks. Lorenzo's wolf met them with a roar, a flash of white fur and snapping teeth. It ducked the first lunge, a quick twist of its massive body, and with a brutal snap, its jaws closed around the lead black wolf's leg.