White Female Wolf Novels & Stories

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?”

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.

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.”

But I have made my mind to go through this pain just to be able to meet my beautiful wolf and also my mate. My bones crack and morph into my wolf form. I run into the forest and stand infront of a lake to look at my wolf and surprisingly, I'm a White Wolf. White wolves are the only wolves blessed by the moon goddess to have abnormal healing powers, and also they are able to control the 5 elements (wind, water, fire, Earth, wind). As I stand there admiring my wolf and thanking the Moon goddess for her blessings, I hear a sweet voice speak beside me.

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.

Okay everything this woman is saying is actually sounding like she's explaining and describing me. ".....She is Muriel Xavier, popularly known as White Wolf. She isn't one of those girl who will wake up, put on make up and play dumb just to get a man. She is a warrior and —" Damn this woman has been talking for what seemed like decades so I just had to cut her off.