The White Wolf Novels & Stories

Alien but welcome. He turned, then walked the perimeter of the border, about a few metres from where he had originally stood. It wasn't far from where he had first met Aella and imprinted on her. The place held so much sentimental value to him now. He'd imprinted on one of the greatest and rarest breeds of wolves, a White Wolf, and he had never felt this lucky. Among a grove of trees, a tombstone stood, white, and eerily regal. Vines and thistles were already creeping up the tombstone. Logan walked forward and crouched before the tombstone, then pushed aside the vines on it.

The werewolf came, its feet hitting the ground mercilessly as its hands joined in its movement. It broke out from the woods, tearing off the leaves of the trees with less effort, and growling at the sight of the man. “You can't take anyone from my family.!” Mark grinned as he shifted under the bright moonlight. His bones cracked, and his skin stretched beyond its limits, tearing to become as tough as that of a wolf. He growled at the phantom, just as the phantom growled at him. Like two behemoths, they collided, and the green grasses on the ground fell victim to their battle.

She spoke in riddles, giving me just enough information to know there was more to the story but not enough to understand it fully. "White Wolf? What does that have to do with anything?" I demanded, frustration creeping into my voice. It felt like she was deliberately keeping me in the dark, revealing just enough to pique my curiosity but withholding the crucial details. She sighed, her expression weary. "Alyssa, you are unique. The White Wolf is a symbol of great power and purity, a beacon of hope and strength in our world. But with that comes danger. There are those who would seek to harm you, to exploit your power for their own gain."

Therefore, he is aware that Raven is a white wolf. "Yes, Adolpha. When we were young, Dad used to read us that story every time. She was the betrayed Luna, and her wolf was white. The strongest and purest wolf. According to legend, Raven is the only white wolf. Rare, so there is no wolf who has been white since then." Simon met her gaze. "Maybe you should think it over. I doubt it was a white wolf that you saw." Immediately, Simon left her room.

I screamed in pain, and then I landed on all fours. As the red light gradually disappeared, my wolf form was revealed. To my astonishment, I realized I was a wolf with a body as white as snow. Legend has it that the white wolf is a scarce wolf species; before the werewolf world was chaotic like today, the white wolf was the lord of the wolves. Later, because of its rare fur, it was said that white was pursued closely, many of them were killed, and some were mated with wolves of other colors, resulting in the future generations of hybrids having changed.

the voice was right behind us, startling Nessa and me, “It’s time we end this cat-and-mouse game.” The voice belonged to a rather huge man with a broad chest and rippling muscles. He seemed like a regular human, but he was painted white from the hair on his head to the toe on his feed. “Recognize him?” Nessa asked. “No,” I replied, then yelled at the man, “who are you? And what do you want?” “I am the White Wolf,” he smiled, even his teeth were painted white, “and it’s time to die little girl.” “Shit!” Nessa cursed. She definitely picked that from me, “can you transform it?”

“Your wolf is nothing like the ones the rest of us carry. She is the legendary White Wolf—a creature as breathtakingly beautiful as she is rare. However, her nature is a complex one; she is deeply shy, a trait she has carried through the ages,” Valerius explained, his voice resonant with the weight of his experience.

She couldn't be. They pressed on, moving deeper into unfamiliar forest. With each step, the whispers grew stronger, multiplying like echoes in a canyon. ‘Lost. Betrayed. Broken.’ ‘Like us. Like him.’ ‘The white wolf knows.’ "Stop!" Selene clutched her head. "Just stop!" "Selene?" Rowan reached for her, concerned etching his features. "What's wrong?" But when she looked up at him, everything changed. Where Rowan had stood was a massive white wolf, larger than any she'd ever seen. Its fur gleamed like moonlight, its eyes ancient and terrible. Power rolled off it in waves that made her knees weak.

By then she was slowly getting tired, but her mind was not ready to rest, as there were still many more questions left to ask. "As you mentioned, what are the powers of the white wolf? What powers do I have...?" Neffie asked, breaking the silence while turning her palms carefully as if they could light up with flames in any moment. The goddess smiled slightly at her cautiousness, but replied nonetheless. "The white wolf has a very high level of energy and is about three times faster than an average Alpha wolf. She has superior authority, non-avoidable command tone and a free spirit. She has the privilege of freely entering and e

Still, he had the audacity to meet my gaze when I entered. “Name,” I demanded. “Tomas,” he answered, spitting blood onto the stone floor. “Do you know what they call me,” I crouched in front of him, slow and quiet. “Tomas?” “They call me the Wolf King,” I murmured, while his jaw clenched “Do you know why?” “Because I don’t bark. I don’t threaten.” I leaned in, voice soft. “I end. So I’ll ask you one last time, and if you lie to me again, I will rip your tongue out with my bare hands and feed it to you.”