White Female Wolf Novels & Stories

Once upon a time, she adored Athena, her dislike for Sienna almost causing her to get sent away from the pack for a short while after Athena had fled. But now, it was the other way round. Something had…changed about her exponentially. “Thanks for your concern, Nathan. I would see you later” I patted him on the shoulder as i walked out of my office. My nose caught onto Athena’s scent, the need to see her and touch her stronger than anything I had ever felt before. My wolf did something it had never done before then; it whimpered with need. I paused my steps, wondering what could make my wolf…

I had seen pictures of her mothers wolf but did not put them together. From out of the building emerged a massive, beautiful pure white wolf. She has to be as big as zorro. The sun is shining down on her and she prances over to where the others stand. I can see everyone else on the field has stopped what they were doing to stare at her. I understood why. It was not that common for a she wolf to be as big as an alpha, even an alpha born female was not as big. Bigger than normal but more like a betas size. None of them have ever seen a pure white wolf either. They had heard the stories about them. They were a very rare sight and they were known to be special, magical in a way. I watch as betha

She stopped at a paragraph and read it aloud, her voice smooth and steady. "The white wolf is the rarest and always female. She is the most powerful Luna, able to speak to the Moon Goddess and lead Alphas. She chooses her own mate. To keep the world in balance, a white wolf must mate with a black wolf." She stopped reading. Her lips pulled into a thin, sad line as she looked up at me with her yellow-tinted eyes. "I assume that is the part?" she asked. "Yes," I said, leaning in. My hair fell over my shoulder. "That one."

Rhea I stare at the beautiful white wolf standing in front of me. She’s so beautiful that it hurts just to look at her. I’ve always been scared of wolves, but looking at her just fills me with a peace I can’t explain. Her fur is pure white, it looks soft and fluffy and her eyes are a deep ocean shade of blue. I don’t know how I can tell that it’s a female, but I am certain of it. She is not too large, not too small either, but I can feel the raw power emanating from her. She continues to stare at me.

“Mina, why do you like the white wolf?” Mina pauses at Iris’ question, lips pouting as she thinks hard. “Well, my mom said that the white wolf is the kindest wolf of all. That while she’s powerful, she doesn’t use her power for evil. And that the white wolf can make anyone feel calm! I feel anxious around new people a lot. I bet being the white wolf is great cause you never feel scared!”

She let herself down and allowed the spirit to go into her. She groaned as she changed Into a huge wolf, the size of a lion. It was strange, for a newly formed wolf to be as big as she was. Something was behind it and the answer wasn't far-fetched. She was a mixed breed... Daughter of a werewolf and a witch. She's a were a witch. A rare breed, born once in a century.

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.

Like she remembered who he was. He felt his wolf yelping in his head. His mate was finally there. He had spent so long without her, and now. she was finally within reach. Her wolf had always been unique. She was the only wolf with white on her fur, and there she was, staring at him intently. A massive black wolf with white engravings that trailed from her head to her tail and down her to her paws. She was gorgeous.

I check the nursery first, making sure the pups are all settled and there aren’t any problems, and then I walk outside to the tree line and strip down, letting Minka take over. As an Alpha wolf and as a Guardian, Minka is very large. As my mother and father’s daughter, my wolf is gorgeous. I’m not just saying that because I’m biased, but because Minka is a white wolf, which is extremely rare. Even Malin’s wolf, Keena, is more golden blond than Minka. Both are exceptionally rare, but my mother and I are the only ones that I know of that have truly white wolves. So, it’s no surprise that the warriors recognize me as soon as I run up.

Her wolf was majestic. She was a large, pure white wolf that embodied royalty. Her fur shining white with tiny, sparse, dark spots. My shock was plausible as I felt an unspeakable connection to her on sight. It felt familiar. It felt similar to my connection with my dead mate, Amelia, but two times more potent.