White Cat Novels & Stories

Why hadn’t I run screaming yet? “Sarah, there are only six white wolves in the world—one on each major continent. White wolves are believed to be direct descendants of the Moon Goddess herself. That’s where our coat color comes from. All packs across the continents acknowledge the authority of white wolves, out of ancient reverence. We mediate disputes and regularly meet with Alphas from everywhere.” I nodded, following—but what did this have to do with rejecting me?

Where moments ago a fragile twenty-year-old girl had writhed among the torn remains of a fur cloak, something entirely different now lay in the snow. I slowly released her shoulder—no longer a shoulder—and leaned back on my knees, unable to tear my gaze away. Caroline was finished. She lay on her side, her body matted with snow and the sweat of transformation, drawing deep, ragged breaths. With every exhale, a cloud of white vapor bloomed around her muzzle. “My gods…” Myra whispered behind me, her voice barely audible. She was a white wolf. Not pale. Not light gray. But blindingly white, like freshly fallen snow under moonlight, without a single dark marking. And yet it was not her color tha

KAIDA I stood momentarily stunned as the ethereally snow-white wolf vanished from sight, its head turning towards me at the precise moment I whispered Malachi's name – a coincidence, or something more? The image of an obsidian-black wolf, eerie yet majestic, had been my mental picture of his true form, its midnight coat a fitting backdrop for his piercing green eyes. This pearly white creature was a stark contrast, one that left me questioning my assumptions.

Natalia continued, watching my face carefully, "unlike anyone else's, is not merely unique it is directly bound to the ancient essence of your wolf." "My wolf?" I demanded, my pulse racing. "What about her?" A knowing, dangerous smile curved her lips. "Your wolf is white." "I know that already." Natalia gave a low, teasing laugh. "Haven't you ever stopped to wonder why, out of every single wolf in existence, you are the only white one walking this earth?" The breath froze solid in my chest. Wait... what? The revelation hit me like an icy plunge. How had I never truly questioned it? In every pack, every book, I had ever encountered... white wolves simply weren't mentioned. Ever.

I instructed darkly. Calista swallowed hard and then shot Elise a resentful look. "I'm sorry," she said sullenly. Elise just nodded and returned to eating. Samuel smiled, trying to ease the tension. "So, Elise, I heard that you have a white wolf. Is that true? I know that, with your kind that white wolves are considered to be rare." "Yes," Elise said, surprised, "they are, which is why I was so surprised to discover I was one. Not to mention that I could shift at all."

The aide hesitated, then added, "The key is the trait. The report was clear. Not the usual gray-black or brown of a high-rank wolf. The fur on her wrists came in pure silver-white." Clink. Silas's crystal glass landed hard on the rosewood desk. Liquor sloshed over the rim and onto the bond ledgers. The lazy light in his eyes erupted. A ring of dark green flared in his eyes, fixed hard on the aide's face. "Silver-white?" "Yes. Gray-black claws, silver-white covering." Silas sat in the shadow. His breathing stopped for two seconds. Silver-white didn't belong to any ordinary high-rank wolf line he knew. He had seen the color mentioned only in old records of rare variant bloodlines.

and "smart." The White Cat crouched on the ceiling, waiting from day until the dead of night. It finally saw its chance when the group, full of food and drink, was lying about in disarray. Some were even snoring, their guard completely down. Now’s the time! The next second, the White Cat leaped down from the ceiling. Its body instantly expanded with a WHOOSH, becoming like a full-grown white tiger, exuding a terrifying, murderous aura. "AWOO!"

She balled her fist up becoming angrier the more she thought about it waiting for Yvette to continue. He asked who had a white wolf. I told him that the only female that had a white wolf was you and that mine was silver. The rest of the pack are brown, gray, red and Susanna is black. Yvette continued. White wolf. Waverly said in her head not meaning to send it to Yvette but she did. Yeah weird uh…it's just you right there’s no other white wolf is there? Yvette asked, thinking. White…white..oh Alpha is white but he is a male so i don't know then. Heads up though I think he is coming your way and might be just as weird as he was here. Yvette continued.

she asked to lighten my mood. “Not really?” I said uncertainly. I hardly go out for a run because I was scared people will take note of the color of my fur. It was an unusual white color. It was a pearly white floor which sometimes appears to be whiter than snow during the day and glows under the night. I liked my wolf and the color of my fur. I thought it was pretty. But having white fur in our pack was unheard of, especially one that glows at night. The common color of fur was brown and black. They varied in how dense the color was, while some had grey, it was far from white- the kind of white I had. People will surely talk and that was the last thing I wanted. “It's been so long I felt th

"Are you Eraza?" Clara POV: I can't believe the wolf in front of me is Erza. She can transform but is also a lovely wolf. The white wolf is very rare; it represents the goddess of the moon and is one of the noblest wolves in the werewolves. White wolves are rare, but wolves with snow-white clothes and blue eyes like crystals are extremely rare. There is also a large size that is equal to the Alphas.