White Cat Novelas e Histórias

"Continue to follow that guy for me! He's hiding his scent, so something must be wrong with him! I must find out his true identity and his intentions toward Emily!" Black, the leader, received the command with a "meow" and began to leave with another cat. But Winston stopped him: "Wait, Black, are there any chinchilla cats in your gang?" "Meow." Black turned and looked momentarily before a snow-white chinchilla cat emerged from the group. It had a graceful walk and beautiful fur, with green eyes shining gently. It was a rare and precious cat. It looked at Winston tenderly, wagging its tail: "Meow?"

She slowly removed the trousers from her legs and saw white hair growing there too. All this she saw with her own eyes for the very first time, and she was unable to understand it because it was not ordinary hair but wolf hair. It was the color of silver or snowflakes or even a clear night in winter. Just that no one had seen anything like it before, it was not black or brown or grey nor blonde; it wasn't a pale blonde or a dark brown, nor a light blond either, but pure white hair - so pure.

Everyone around was astound at the sight of her. None of us have ever seen a pure white wolf before. Cream coloured, light grey, or other lighter shades, yes, even if they’re seldom. But never a spotless snow white fur as hers. There have always been different kinds of major myths about wolves with white fur. But most myths turn out to be exactly that, simply myths, no more, no less.

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

When we were dressing, I asked Sam, “Why did Zola kneel in front of Kiki?” “What you don’t know. Of course you don’t. Kiki is a white wolf. Do you not know how rare they are?” I shook my head. “There are only a handful of them in the world. Each of them has something unique about them.” She paused for a second. “I should have guessed you had a white wolf, after all. You are a special person,” she told me.

“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.

"I forgot how big her wolf is," Ryder breathed out. He was right. Sarah's wolf was enormous, easily as large as our own alpha wolves and maybe even bigger. Her fur was pure white like fresh snow and it seemed to glow in the dim light of the cell. She was magnificent and seeing her again reminded me why the mate bond had been so strong when it first formed. "And her coloring," Cain said. "White wolves are extremely rare. I've only ever heard of a handful in our entire history."

She turned and returned to the couch. “You said something earlier about her fur,” Dante said. Stella paused briefly, and then she smiled and sank into the couch. “I did,” she said, and Dante’s eyes narrowed slightly. “It was snow white. That's rare.” “You didn't sound like it was just rare,” he pointed out, and she nodded. “Then…?” “Have you seen a white wolf anywhere in your many travels?” she asked, but his frown only deepened as he shook his head. Stella's smile was warm as she said, “that's because there is none.”

“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!”

I slowed. The white wolf stepped into a shaft of moonlight and stopped. It was large, larger than any ordinary pack wolf, with a thick winter coat that looked almost luminous under the moon. Its eyes were a clear, cold violet. Not random. Ciel went completely still. That's not a local wolf. I turned to face it fully, ears forward, tail steady. A low challenge rolled out of my throat before I could stop it. The white wolf answered with a softer sound — not submission, not aggression. Recognition.