White Authors Novels & Stories

"Yes. Is there any illness that Dr. White can't cure?" Mike went out immediately and shook Dr. White’s hand. "You’re here, Dr. White." Dr. White was about sixty years old. Although he was only a Rank 1 Evolved One, he held a high social status in Anchorage Base City. Furthermore, Dr. White was from the Hidden World Organization’s Hall of Medicine. Thus, no one was bold enough to offend him. Even a powerhouse like Mike merely shared equal social status with Dr. White. "The pleasure is mine, Mr. Mike," Dr. White said, taking his hand.

A few moments later, I was standing on all fours, my white fur shimmering under the moonlight. I took a deep breath and lifted my head proudly. My friends and family turned around and gasped. “She is white.” Luna Gloria said. I looked at her and cocked my wolf head. Is that something special? ‘We are a pure white wolf, Emma. Nobody is a pure white wolf.’ Eliza said. ‘What do you mean?’ I asked her. ‘There are white wolves. I have seen them before.’

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.

Not sure what to say or do the first few minutes as he looked deep in thought. "Why is your wolf black and white?" I blurted out internally, face palming myself. He chuckled before replying, "I'm not sure, my father was a black wolf, and my mother was a gray wolf. Somehow mine came out to be black and white,” Stephen answered. Walking in the sun was amazing. I’ve always loved feeling the warmth against my skin. We fell into a comfortable silence as he looked around taking in everything around us. When we got to the diner, everyone bowed their heads to show respect. "Alley, how good to see you again! You look as lovely as ever," a male waiter had commented. Humans were known to mingl

Even among some of the biggest wolves, I stand out. My wolf is large. Larger than normal and even more so that I am a female. My fur is a cascade of winter white, rare and beautiful, with thick and lustrous strands that look like it is flowing under water whenever I move. Even without anyone telling me, I know it is unique. I have heard of pure black wolves, red timber wolves, white wolves with black spots. Never a pure white like myself. Winter white. That is where our name comes from, The Winter Wolf Coalition.

I ask almost whining. I wasn’t tired from my feet, heels or anything. If anything I was feeling pretty energetic, perhaps from all the alcohol I kept drinking as a way to pass time I was counting every single sip I took. But it was the jealous women and boring conversations and the hungry look that filled the men’s eye that disgusted me and tired me. “Are you tired?” white asked gently caressing my shoulder.

Chapter 77 Ciara's POV Two weeks later…. “It's so big and beautiful. I never knew white wolves existed anymore,” someone said in the distance as I stood there observing everything. In truth the white wolf was gorgeous. It had no spots or speckles of any kind. Pure white fur was it's coat and it glowed even during the day. Was that even possible? And yet it was happening right before my eyes. If only I had a wolf that beautiful…. “Darling, Ciara wake up it's time for breakfast.”

"What's the matter? My husband's the top dog around here. You really want to cross me, the big man's wife?" Her words hit hard, and the relatives' hesitation crumbled. A gaggle of middle-aged women swarmed me, yanking at my robe from all sides. "Stop it!" I yelled, struggling to get free. However, I could not use my magic against so many ordinary folks. My sleeve ripped with a harsh sound, exposing my pale arm. More relatives piled on, some pinching, some tugging at my hair. "Wow, look at that skin! Bet you've been charming the pants off the guys, huh?"

one of them asked, his voice warm and deep and fuck me smooth. Lunaryn nodded with a little curtsy. “I’m Lunaryn. The last white wolf. It’s a pleasure to meet you. My human is Alpha Daeira Seralyn. We just connected a few days ago when she turned eighteen. She was raised thinking she was omega.” Their smiles faltered. Grimaces bloomed. “Bloodmark?” the other asked. “Bloodmark,” Lunaryn confirmed, her lips tight. “Treated like shit. Beaten. Starved. No idea who she was. You know how they are.”

" … She cut me off mid-sentence, her brow furrowed as she quickly shot down my idea. Her nails dug into my arm, leaving behind white marks as she fumbled for words, "I don't really know those people; It'd just be awkward. Better to have the genuine well-wishes of family!" I laughed inside, though I put on a show of being conflicted, "However, from your side, it's just your parents." "Babe, I don't want our wedding to be a public spectacle. I'm not good with crowds, can't handle all those pesky relatives."