The White Wolf Novels & Stories

I had hope that it wouldn't just happen now. But like every other year, at this point I would wish that my name wasn't my name. I would wish that I wasn't Allison Bush, the last air of the Bush who actually is the only one that turns into a full wolf on a full moon. I was trying to run from that and some other things.. But then again, you can't run away from yourself!!

Louis said to him. “If they have the means to make the spell, they would have made it. These people are not here to play or to waste anybody’s time. They are missing something and something tells me that they are missing something powerful” Layla said to her. “Powerful like a white wolf? A white wolf represents a lot of things but most of all, they are always gifted with unique powers. They are the fastest, strongest and most gifted wolves to ever exist. They are so rare that they come maybe once in a hundred years” Xavier said to her.

“You were right. A lot of information has been kept from you, and it isn’t fair. I want you to know the truth.” Amerie waited for the woman to continue, which she did after taking a deep breath. “Apollo already told you that the Wolf Man is real. Have you figured out who it is?” Amerie shook her head. “The white wolf is one of his forms. You’ve met his human form as well, but I will leave that up to you to discover. He will bring you no harm, though his hard headedness may lead to a migraine or two. Take it from someone who knows.” She mumbled that last part with a soft smile. “The white wolf… is a werewolf.” Amerie echoed quiet

It was obvious that he wasn’t in a good mood, war was looming around the corner and he didn’t even know anything about the people that were threatening to attack. Herrick adjusted his glasses, cleared his throat and began. “Good day ladies and gentlemen,” he started and paused a little bit for the audience to respond. “The White Wolf is more than just a myth. Infact, it’s not a myth at all, it is very very real. They are a rare breed of werewolf, born with unmatched strength and abilities. Their power is said to rival even the strongest alphas in the werewolf world.” He paused for a few seconds again and allowed what he had just passed across to really digest

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?

Then I did well. Without mincing words, Olivia took out a shiny object and pointed it to my forehead. “What are you doing?” I didn’t realise she came with that. “Checking your wolf’s strength?” I was curious to know how much I’d improved within a day. “And what does it say?” “Yellow.” “Yellow? What does that imply?” “White signifies low strength. Black signifies growing strength. Blue signifies shaky strength. Violet signifies moderate strength. Red signifies danger. Green signifies human strength. And human strength means such a wolf is hopeless from ever attaining wolf strength.”

The white wolf said. "What?" Hrolf questioned. He was wishing that the white wolf would explain more. He stared at the white wolf with disbelief written on his face. Her eyes had turned white and she seemed to be convulsing. "White wolf?" Hrolf called out in shock, he walked forward to hold her but wasn't able to. It was like she was protected. "She is the descendant of the Moon goddess and if you mate with her red wolf you will produce an ultimate wolf who would be unstoppable, its power will be limitless," the white wolf said.

I have been suppressed because you were not ready for that kind of power,' Fur spills across my arms, thick and white. I gasp. White......The rarest of colors. My heart races. A white wolf is known to be one of the strongest of wolves. Their power can match that of an alphas. They are idolized but are also prone to have enemies. Alpha enemies. My spine curves as my body changes as agony and power clashes together in a violent tide. I let out a scream until my voice breaks, until the sound turns savage and unrecognizable.

"I'm not defending her, but that pack member you mentioned, they would have seriously pissed her off, she won't just attack, Celeste is a very dominating wolf and she's starting to imprint on Zoe" "What do you mean by, something bad is gonna happen?" "Zack, have you heard of the legendary White Wolf? I asked him, and he shook his head "It is said that the White Wolf is born once in a 100 years, and that they possess great powers. Powers bestowed upon by the Moon Goddess herself. There is also a Black Wolf. Once they meet, nothing in the wolven world can stop them. They are mates, and they are one. They are the light and blessing of the Moon Goddess herself, an

Never had they seen such a giant white wolf so pure and perfectly fit in the description of the white wolf by those who are old enough to remember the last one of them that lived. She was three times in size than normal wolves and Chelsea's wolf shrunk backwards. Her survival instincts acted fast but Amelia went after her leisurely and smacked her chest against Chelsea's wolf and she fell headlong. The giant white wolf stood over her limps and scratched her face with her long ancient claws leaving deep cuts behind. Blood gushed out of her mouth and her nostril simultaneously. Nana stood up hurriedly. She knew her, she's the white Wolf<