Novel & Cerita White Authors

I ignored his questions and continued. "According to him, he's starting with Ember Moon before he goes on to other packs of this region. And that's why I've called each of you here because this war doesn't belong to Ember Moon alone. If they win here, what are the odds that they won't win against any of you?” “This story of yours is hard to believe," the hairy alpha spoke. I turned to him, wearing an ‘I’m-not-familiar’ look on my face. "I'm sorry, we're supposed to have introduced ourselves," I said without a smile. “I'm Aries, otherwise known as the White Wolf. And you are?”

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.

I can’t tell how helpless I am feeling to not be able to help her in growing and learning her true strength’ she placed her hand on my shoulder. ‘Don’t stress much. She will learn and grow by herself, give her some time. I understand your pain, but White Wolves are sacred and only they know about their real powers, nobody knows exactly what they hold, they are meant to save us, and they quietly do their job till they live.’ My heart sank, and my hold around her hand tightened.

Although her white clan doesn’t kill with their powers, they can still defend themselves without killing anyone. “You are a white clan witch and you can’t kill with your powers lest you turn dark,” Stone spoke confidently with a silly smile written over his face. He giggled and then chuckled as he narrowed a scornful gaze on Bonnie. He's certain that any white clan witch that kills anyone with her power will automatically turn into a dark witch. Her white regalia and hair will turn black and everything about her will darken and they will not have keen attention to anything good or desire to be good. This is a part white clan witches do not what to walk on because it takes a thousand years to

said Eliz. My eyes were amazed to see the number of wolves with various patterns walking very proudly into the celebration area. Starting from gray, brown, and mixed colors, both "eliz, why isn't there a white wolf like me?" I asked curiously. Eliz sighed heavily "it's because of you the Luna. I think so, "replied Eliz looking doubtful. I shrugged my shoulders indifferently. My eyes turned back to see the firecrackers that made colorful smoke erupt above the sky.

“Mina, why do you like the white wolf?” Mina pauses at Iris’ question, lips pouting as she thinks hard. “Well, my mom said that the white wolf is the kindest wolf of all. That while she’s powerful, she doesn’t use her power for evil. And that the white wolf can make anyone feel calm! I feel anxious around new people a lot. I bet being the white wolf is great cause you never feel scared!”

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?

There was an illistrated image there that looked like my wolf and then an article that followed after. "I don't know how to tell you this, but stark white wolves are extremely rare. Possessing a White Wolf is basically like being true Alpha Royalty. It's abnormal to have wolves of solid colors. A white one signifies not only pure blood but also primarily some unique special abilities. White wolves are like.. elders of our culture, stronger than the others but Reya in particuar. Well Wolves are given to us at a specific age. When we die, our wolves are passed along to another through the grace of the Goddess. Anyway I'll let you read it for yourself." Kaine said as he passed the book around i

Because my neck is still clear, I believe that my mate is alive. I am Isaac White, the future alpha of the Ozoic Pack. I am 27 years old, CEO of The White Cooperation. We rule the manufacturing and shipping industries. I am one of the most eligible bachelors in the country. Dashing, stubborn, arrogant, and charming bad boy.This is my instinct, I am an Alpha werewolf. Downstairs..

“I need to tell you something. And you need to promise me that you will not tell anyone. Not your father or the queen. Not anyone. Not until I am ready.” “Okay,” he said slowly. “I promise.” “I shifted for the first time last night” I said. His eyes widened. “What? Arianna that is amazing. Why did you not tell me? How did it feel? What do you look like?” “I am white.” I said quietly. The room went silent. He stared at me like he did not understand the words I just said. “What?” he finally asked. “My wolf,” I said gently not sure he’s heard. “She is white. Pure white with silver eyes.”