White Cat Novels & Stories

Nero whispered under his breath. It was a very cute white little cat. Its eyes have two colors, the left one has the color of the amethyst while the right one has the same color as the sky on a fair-weather day. It has a long, silky, inched-long fur. White as the moon's reflection on a tranquil lake. Nero slowly went out in his hiding. When the other cat saw him, it was stunned for a while as it stared back at him. They started the staring contest. After a while, the white cat initiated the action.

He rested his arm on the back of the sofa and stroked my hair as he spoke. "Well sweetheart, the statement you've made of 'white wolves' being special is technically correct, and incorrect at the same time. White wolves may not be special based so much on the colouring. But more so due to only one white wolf ever being recorded in our history. So, you see, white wolves are not special as such, but THE white wolf, the only white wolf we know of is very special indeed." He responded. "Special how? Did she have some kind of power?" I pressed.

“Their membership was revoked and they were kicked out.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.

She hissed with an eye roll before moving to undress herself. "What are you doing? They're watching you!" Damien hissed in a low tone, wondering why she'd undress herself knowing fully well she was being watched. Kira ignores him and pulls off her oversized t-shirt and her shorts. "They're ready to attack you fool! Stop talking and change already." She hissed at him before switching immediately. Unlike many regular wolves, her wolf had pure white fur and she wasn't just any type of wolf but an Eurasia, also known as the Kazakhstan with pure white fur that sometimes looked like it had a thick grey on it.

Soon, Caspian saw a small white tiger curled up behind the Mirage White Tiger. "It's the Mirage White Tiger's cub!" Caspian was stunned. The Mirage White Tiger leaned, picked the tiny white cub, and walked toward Caspian. Caspian hurriedly walked forward and grabbed it. As soon as Caspian received it, his hands felt warm. The tiny Mirage White Tiger was only about 30 centimeters long, and as it was just born, some of its fetal hair had yet wholly faded. Even though it was part of the White Tigers, the cub appeared just like a larger kitten.

Remembering what she looked like though, that completely eludes me. "Well then, I guess I will describe her before I tell you my reaction to her. She was pure white. Every piece of her was whiter than any snow I have ever seen. The only part that was not, was each paw. Each paw was pure black. Where the rest of her was void of any and every color, it looked like her paws had just absorbed every color imaginable. They were the deepest black I had ever seen.

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.

Adelia opened her mouth to say something but she closed it again when Amelia’s answer sunk into her head. “Arthur, your lycan is white in colour, right?” Adelia asked with a terrified expression on your face. “Yes, why?” Arthur responded. “Is there any other person whose lycan is white?” Adelia asked. Amelia glanced at Arthur and then she returned her attention back to Adelia. “Adelia, what’s wrong?” she asked. “Just answer my question, please,” Adelia responded. “No, the colour white only belongs to me and no one else as I am the supreme lycan,” Arthur answered and Adelia froze as her fears had just been proven.

alpha Rowan says, he looked ruffed up, he had a big bite over his neck, and my eyes kept going back to that point on his neck. The two alphas sat next to each other on one side and I sat on the opposite one, I kept avoiding their eyes, worried that I won't be in trouble now. "Have you ever heard about white wolves?" alpha Aiden asks me and I shake my head no. "Verbal answers please," alpha Rowan order me. "Okay, haven't heard," I say in a mumbling voice. "White wolves are the rarest wolves out there, some people don't believe they exist, do you know how many there are out in the world?" alpha Aiden asks me and I shake my head no.

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.