White Female Wolf Novels & Stories

Jayden’s POV I'm angry and surprised to see Jovita is a white wolf, to be honest, I'm more surprised. I've never seen it heard of a female white wolf. She must have known she was a white wolf when she wolfed out in the meadow, and yet she kept it away from me.

I assure her. “Thank you,” she groans, her form shifting rapidly. When it’s completed, I'm stunned by her appearance. She’s huge, as big as Geras and nearly as large as Alpha Lucas's wolf, Landon. Yet, she's gangly like an adolescent, her massive form wobbly and unsteady. Her fur is pure white, almost glowing in the moonlight. I've never seen a white wolf before. She is absolutely stunning. 'Shut your mouth before something flies in it,' Geras chides me, and I mentally snap out of my stupor.

Dimitri cleared his throat sharply. “Seer.” He urged her to speak. “The woman you seek to make Luna is… rare,” She inclined her head slightly, then turned her attention fully to us again. “Camille Whitebrock is no ordinary wolf.” I felt my spine straighten. “No ordinary wolf how?” I asked. “She is an Original Alpha.” Arlo frowned. “That’s not a thing.” He looked at me. “Is it?” He suddenly sounded very unsure, but I was more focused on the looks from our fathers. Cassius stiffened. Dimitri’s brows drew together.

“And why would I let you take her away from this pack?” “Because her path lies beyond your borders,” she replied, maintaining eye contact with Winston. “She is a wolf like no other and must be trained in the Greystone pack in the end. She must be taught to harness the fullness of her power.” I looked at the women, shocked to hear all that they were saying. “Me? A white wolf?” I shook my head in disbelief. “No. I believe you must have gotten the wrong person. I'm not a white wolf. My wolf is barely strong enough to do certain things. How can I be a white wolf?”

He gurgled, clawing at my grip, eyes bulging. “Aria is not some prize pup for you to brag about catching,” I growled, slamming him against the wall. The stone cracked under the impact. “She’s not just strong. She’s a white wolf. One of the rarest and deadliest breeds in our kind. Wolves like her are born to be legends—or nightmares.” His legs kicked. His hands trembled. “She’s faster than most alphas. Stronger than any of you. If she catches even one of you before the signal—she’ll kill you without blinking. And she won’t even shift to do it.”

I asked him, smirking. “Thats how I want everyone who has ever bullied me to feel. I want them to look upon my beautiful white wolf and tremble in fear.” I told him, recalling how Jarvis had white furs when I looked at my paws. I knew mom and Ariana has grey wolves. It’ll be amazing when they find out that mine is pure and absolutely stunning. I have a rare wolf, it’s called the wolf of the moon goddess, and she is so beautiful.

The silhouette stopped near a river and a white wolf emerged looking around surveying its surroundings. The unusual large wolf was a she-wolf, with a tattoo of fire under her paw. Everyone in her pack complemented her on her flawless white fur, it was the rarest appearance ever seen on the planet. Her sharp eyes scrutinizing the area depicted her overflowing presence making the small creatures run in fear.

I was standing in a vast, white realm of stars and light. Then, she appeared. From the edge of my vision, a creature began to form. She was massive, larger than any Alpha wolf or lycan I had ever seen. Her fur wasn't just white; it was a reflection of the moon itself. Her eyes were two silver knobs, ancient and beautiful. The White Wolf. She didn't growl. She moved to stand in front of me, towering over my frail frame. She stared deep into my eyes and I felt my soul vibrate. I was in awe of her beauty. I wasn't "wolfless." I was the host for something this glorious.

“Okay, but I’ve never seen an omega with venom like that. It must be the type of wolf species she is. Nothing in here matches the information I could find from our sample.” “So you’re saying my girlfriend’s a mutant wolf?” Rex chuckled, but there was nothing funny about this. “No, Maverick. She’s a different species. Like a white wolf.” “She’s a white omega. Those are rare, right?” Rex nodded. “A pure white wolf is rare. So who is she?” “O— You don’t need to know that.” “After all I’ve done for you! You can’t trust me enough to tell me who you’re going out with?” Rex growled.

My beautiful blonde mate. The colour white for a wolf was extremely rare. During my alpha training I had learned that only two other white wolves had existed. Both were said to have been gifted wolves. Though no-one knew where they had come from I wondered now if they too were descendants of the moon goddess. “Hi I’m Angel” Her name matched her to the T. She looked like an angel she really did. Though I’m sure under her innocent facade was a hint of devil waiting to be unleashed. She held a slither of mischief behind those big blue eyes.