White Authors Novels & Stories

I glanced over at Zion whose fur was a dark shade of brown and so was Father’s the only difference between them is that Father’s two front paws are white, and the very tip of Zion’s tail is white. My wolf on the other hand does not resemble either Mother or Father’s thick coats of fur. Mother’s wolf is black and the fur on her belly is white. My wolf on the other hand is covered in a light shade of grey fur, my roots are white which almost resembles the ends of my hair. Most wolves would just describe me as white but there is a clear difference between white and grey.

Alastor lifted himself off of me and let out a sigh. "I'll follow them," Dakari muttered and jumped off the stage, his clothes shredding around him. Tasha stared after him before giving in and jumping off the stage as well. Her wolf was the color of her skin. Chocolate brown. Her fur looked like a different texture too but she sped away too quickly. Alastor looked toward Alma. She sighed in defeat and followed the two. Her wolf looked like Alastor just a lot smaller and she had white accents. He phased and rolled onto his back next to me. "That was a disaster." He whispered.

ATHENA The stranger held his smile as he stared into my eyes. "I knew I could recognize that blonde hair anywhere. There aren't many werewolves with blonde hair, you see." "That doesn't answer my question," I replied, my frown deepening. "Who are you?" The stranger was about 6'2, a little lanky for a werewolf but his red eyes seemed to glow like rubies in the low light. His facial features are quite prominent and he had an annoying smile stretching his lips as he stared at me.

Their leader is a black wolf with blue eyes, and he wants to stand on the high cliff and declare war on his opponent. The Red Wolve did not dare to stop but only dared to lean to the side. Wolves usually have gray and yellow fur, but with wolves having white, black, and red fur is very special. The black wolf that received the order to distract Windy was just a wolf with yellow fur because to distract the opponent, he disguised himself to look like Ezra.

" What's Theo yelling about?" "They're talking about ending your life," she was always so playful and fun but today... She was different. "How the hell does a vampire become a werewolf?" She crossed her arms in front of her chest. The whole scenery reminded me of the day I became one of them. Maxine standing with crossed arms in front of me, and a couple of people I don't know deciding my fate in my absence. I walked to the door and tried to listen more. "... a white maned, and he had red eyes. Only the two greatest werewolves had that," Theo spoke so confidently. He always had my back in situations I wasn't able to control.

But the moment I looked up, I froze completely at the reflection in the mirror. The bizarre wolf ears from last night were gone, and my eyes had returned to their original black. However, my hair... all of my previously black hair had permanently turned a stark, snowy white. Not only that, it had abruptly grown a significant amount—thick, voluminous, and flaring out with a wild, untamed nature.

"Everyone knows the Rivera girl is a rare white wolf. Her pups will be top-tier Alphas, every single one. Whoever mates her becomes the future Alpha King." "And look at her—the Moon Goddess must've carved her by hand." "A wolf like that, blood like that, Is Damian insane?" "Poor Rivera girl. Her own mate doesn't even want her." The whispers circled. Everyone was certain I'd name Damian—they'd all seen how badly I'd fallen for him. In my last life, I worshiped Damian as my savior. White wolves are rare, which means my life was never peaceful. I got snatched by rogues once.

"Janet, take it easy!" Walter cut her off just in time. I did not get why she was so mad. What was wrong with wearing second-hand clothes? During those five years in the asylum, I wore worse clothes than the dead, even. Wasn't it their doing, all the things I went through there? There they went again, putting on that pitying face for me. What did they mean? Walter looked like he was in trouble, his eyes brimming with tears.

“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.

“The white she-wolf. It’s you, right?” “Yeah.” I closed my notebook and leaned back against the locker. “How’d you figure that out?” “My brother asked if I knew anyone at school with a white wolf. And I mean, if there were a white wolf here—or at any school, really—everyone would know... unless it was you.” “I don’t get it. What’s so rare about having white fur? My parents never told me it was anything special, so I had no idea.” “Well, it’s not unusual to see lighter shades or mixed colors, but pure white is actually rare—not that it’s a bad thing. I’ve got a favor to ask. I know it might sound weird, but I’m really curious. Can I meet Lisa? Can I see your wolf?”