White Authors Novels & Stories

The appearance of a white wolf is mystical in shifter history. The prophecy claims that a white wolf is the guiding power behind a great change. These crazy men thought I was leading them to victory in some shifter war. “I’m probably just an albino, right, Doc?” He shook his head from side to side, making me feel defeated. “No. Beyond your white fur, you have no signs or DNA of albinism. The code for pure white fur is polygenetic. Multiple alleles are responsible for the expression of white fur. The probability that the exact combination for the trait is present is extremely low.”

They prefer keeping to themselves. There, a few meters outside our cave, a tall black silhouette figure emerged, followed by six of his warriors in wolf form. Their furs are white, which is considered a rare kind. According to our history, white wolves are the best fighters and are the closest descendants of the moon goddess's sentinels. They didn't say anything and only stood there to stare at us. I am aware that the person standing in the front is their alpha. "We need to speak with your Alpha."

How was I not freaking out? "There are only six white wolves in the world, Zara, one in each hospitable continent. The white wolves are supposed to be direct descendants of the moon goddess which clearly explains the color of our coat. All other packs on the continent answer to the pack controlled by the white wolf because they respect us a lot. White wolves settle disputes between packs and hold meetings with various alphas from time to time." I nodded to show him that I understood everything he was saying, what I didn't understand was what that had to do with him rejecting me.

Gran takes the photo album from Aries, ruffling his hair as he sits down next to me. “I’ll tell you a story of the Great White Wolves, for like your sister Mazelina, there were hundreds of men and women just like her, with skin as pale and beautiful as the moon, platinum blonde hair and eyes as pale as the midday blue skies. Their uniqueness didn’t stop there for when they shifted into their wolves, they had coats as white as snow. These wolves were cherished and protected for many, many moons.” “Where are they now?” Blaze asks. Without a word, she opens the photo album and holds a picture of a young woman who looks very much like me.

I used to get a few updates about him from Ren and Rachel, but even they didn't hear much from him, except that he got a new Beta now. I kept myself occupied with the new trainer. While Madison was mean and relentless, Zoey was friendly but far more brutal. With platinum blonde hair and ocean blue eyes, she belonged to the White Warrior clan, a clan that doesn't have the mate concept. Their bloodline was notorious for the ruthless killers they were, not belonging to a pack or territory. Their wolves were as big as any Alpha's wolf.

"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.

I stare at it, lean back and pull my chin in tight to follow it until I can’t strain any further to see. I have very little memory of my mother in her true form, but I know this is from her. She was a white and my father a silver yet it’s rare to combine both in such a way. Most wolves are brown or grey … white is a mutation that’s almost unheard of and my mother used to try and hide herself because it brought only stares.

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