White Cat Novels & Stories

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.’

I nodded, knowing that already. “Do you know what that means?” he asked, looking concerned. “Is it supposed to—“ I paused when it finally clicked in my head. Only a mother wolf could be a purely white wolf. And that happens only once in a millennium. The northern Luna Queen, who was Axel’s mother, was a mother wolf. There’s no way I was also a mother wolf. “That’s impossible...” I whispered in disbelief.

“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?”

But a wolf with a fluffy white tail like mine was unheard of. “Yes, because we are white, silly.” My eyes widened. White? My gaze drifted towards my limbs and the rest of the fur coat. She was right. I was fully white. But didn’t white wolves live in the north? "Yeah, but how?” I mumbled, surprised. “We don’t really know who our parents were. Maybe at least one of them was white?” Eleanor answered. I sighed. “White trash if you ask me. I wish they weren’t part of the treason of the century,” I said.

Everyone started gathering around their fight, including my family and Hailey’s family members. My mate growled and shifted into her Lycan wolf firm. Everyone gasped as her Lycan wolf's form stood proud and tall, seems like she does shift much in front of others. Her size was twice the size of an Alpha. Her coat was pure white. I have never seen a white wolf before. It is said that white wolves are the most loved wolves of Moon goddess and also white Lycan wolves are royalty. .

Ford asked, pouring more whiskey into our glasses. “I only remember the first full moon we were together and the night I got her. Rei was big. Like tall and thick. She has brownish eyes and looks more like a husky than a wolf. Her fur is pure white over her stomach, legs, and the underside of her tail. The white goes up her neck to her face and around her eyes. The rest of her fur is red. Like a brownish red that almost matches her eyes. Her eyes are a little darker brown. The red goes down her snout and her nose is a pinkish brown instead of black.” I said as I sipped more of the alcohol and started feeling a little lighter.

"A white haired, white furred, wolf with darkness for his insides, and no soul. What do these colours mix to form?" "Grey," she answered. "Good. They will call me Grey."

“We thought that could just be because the trait runs in the family. But they’re still not really normal wolf colors either.” “Hmmm…” Cecelia hummed as she leaned against the wall. “That could be it, but I’m not sure what it could symbolize. What else?” “She’s black and white,” I told her, stepping back to examine my makeshift fort. “That’s not that unusual,” Cecelia commented. “No, she’s half-pitch black, half-pure white,” I explained. “With a swirl pattern on her forehead.” “Oh… well… yeah, that’s definitely distinguishable,” Cecilia replied.

Caelum sat with the report in front of him. He was aware of several things at once in the way he had trained himself to be aware of things: as information, separate from what the information might mean. The timing. Eight weeks since the transfer. The territory. Velmoor, specifically Velmoor, where he had booked a flight twice and cancelled it twice. The size. Significantly above the standard Alpha range, the report said, which was precise language for something that had no business being imprecise. And the white. White occurred in the wolf world roughly once a generation and almost exclusively in bloodlines that the pack archives catalogued under a classification so old that the standard tra

The white claw that broke through White ice at the fishing hole was not a wolf claw. Wolf claws, even White wolf claws like mine now to shoulders with white fur that glows, even White Guardian claws like Jax now white fur and white eyes blazing with white lines that cannot slide off, even First Mother white claws that I saw in water reflection when Mara smiled sad, are curved and sharp and made to tear. This claw was straight. Long. Thick as my waist. White as White ice that I had anointed with full anointed blood and White Moon light. But not fur. Scale. Or ice that grew like scale. Or scale that grew like ice.