White Cat Novels & Stories

"Ignorance is bliss. Isn't that the saying?" "Not in this case. These things, these monsters, whispers, or whatever they may be, they have a weakness. And I only seek to inform you in case it comes down to the worst, you'll be able to take care of yourself. My family killed one of the sisters long ago. The patriarch of my family to be precise. He killed one of the sisters, the one called Claire. They called her the ice. She was the cold. It's why my family retains that power. It's why it snows most times on Crest Hill, even in summer. We use it to create a bit of comfort for the heat. The first White could have killed them all, but one called the red one surprised my family. No one knows wha

This girl is just digging her own grave. The old butler was about to leave when in the next second... he was dumbfounded. How could that be..? Maezhei was about to retreat when in the next second, she saw Little White's furry and meaty paw extended toward her… Maezhei blinked. Little White agreed? That simple?! Her Great White would not let her because their paws are extremely sensitive. If she wanted to touch Great White's, she had to find a fortuitous day and cleanse herself with a bath… And it all still depended on luck…

Zeus said to me. "I am not going to mate with a low level Omega that would be bad for my soon to be pack" I said to Zeus. Then quickly pushed him to the back of my mind hushing him up, all of a sudden all my senses were on high alert. I smelt a wolf, I came to a complete stop, and I looked around but couldn't see anyone around me. I slowly crept around to an opening in the woods, that's when I saw the most beautiful white wolf ever seen. she was just laying down beside the pond. Impossible I thought to myself I've never seen a white wolf no one would believe me. "I can not connect with her it's like there's no soul in her, no one to talk to" Zeus said.

I ask curiously "She looked almost white, but she was a very very light gray that looked white in the moonlight." A white wolf is a rare wolf, a pure wolf as they would say. A white wolf is blessed by the Moon Goddess. "Interesting." I looked down at my watch. It was eight-o-clock already. "Did you want Lana to bring a dress or two for Tessa?" Mom asked. "Sure, since she'll need another nice dress for the gala" I said as I sat in one of the chairs in front of my desk. "Okay, I'll tell her to bring some, what colors would you say for her."

The White Wolf was not just a mere animal, but a symbol of hope and inspiration. The White Wolf had a coat as white as snow, with eyes that glimmered like diamonds, as did Marcellus, his eyes glimmered like diamonds. Its fur was so bright that it seemed to emit its own light, making it stand out from all other wolves. It was said to be much larger than an average wolf, with a majestic presence that inspired awe in all who saw it. Despite its peaceful demeanor, the White Wolf was a fierce protector and would not hesitate to defend its pack or territory. Its powers were unmatched and included the ability to control the elements, communicate with other animals, and see into the hearts of those

I stood up on all fours a little while later, my white fur glistening in the moonlight. I boldly raised my head after taking a long breath. My family and friends whirled around and exclaimed. Her aces are white. Luna Rachel uttered. I tilted my wolf head as I turned to face her. Is that unique in any way? "Whitney, we are a true white wolf pack. Everyone is not a pure white wolf. Hazel said. Why do you mean that? I prompted her. "White wolves exist. I have previously seen them.

The fur that adorned my wolf's form was not just any color—it was a pure, pristine white. Whispers rippled through the pack, carried on the wind like a sacred secret revealed. The legend of the white wolf echoed in their murmurs, a tale passed down through generations. It was said that a white wolf possessed a unique power, a healing ability that transcended the bounds of ordinary werewolves. They were believed to be chosen, destined to bring solace and aid to those in need.

She remembered that the real white wolf was the only wolf with green eyes, and it was very rare. "Yes. A white wolf." Maya replied. She knew for a fact that Ellie was a wolf, but she couldn't understand the type of wolf she was. She had never seen a wolf attack without being seen. She knew that a white wolf is a very strong wolf, and it might be possible Ellie is one, but the phenomenon is not what she understands.

I had to get to the bottom of this. “White Wolf, Alpha? Is it possible that it was the white wolf?’ I remember the tales that go on about the last white wolf and the special gift she has. Is that wolf even real? Or just a part of those fables. I sighed, knowing I wasn’t getting anywhere like this. I needed some time alone to think. “Thank you Jacob, you may leave now,” I dismissed him.

Levi finally uttered, offering Wyatt an apologetic smile. "There are many white wolves." Hank laughed, shaking his head, like this information was of no use, but like Wyatt, I knew that was not the case. "No, there are many white furred wolves, but few actual white wolves, who descend from Selene, with powers like Emmy's. In fact, there is only one alive at the moment. And that is:" "Emmy." I nodded, my eyes closing as I yet again took a deep breath counting to five before I let it out.