White Female Wolf Novels & Stories

“White signifies low strength. Black signifies growing strength. Blue signifies shaky strength. Violet signifies moderate strength. Red signifies danger. Green signifies human strength. And human strength means such a wolf is hopeless from ever attaining wolf strength.” “So, there are wolves that can never overcome their weakness?” “Yes. Those sets of wolves belong to the green category. They’ve got natural strength. Just the normal human strength. Sometimes it’s genetics, their low motivation or the will of the goddess.” “And what does yellow signify?” I asked. Her expression was unreadable. I couldn’t tell if the look she gave was a good sign or a bad one.

If I get hurt in any way, then my pack is going to suffer a great deal. But a huge wolf, not larger than mine though, knocks the furious leader off balance and away from me. It's completely white with no blemish, I have never seen her before. Who is this woman, she is strong because she manages to bite a chunk of meat off the leader's back and continues to bite him all over his body.

So we decided to band together, we figured if we could get some territory then we'd be able to become a proper pack, and we decided that I would be the alpha. Yes a female alpha, in the wolf world females are viewed as weak, but honestly, I was the first white wolf in a heck of a long time, so I personally didn't care about the 'unspoken rules' for being an alpha, and neither did the rogues. Besides, being a white wolf came with some pretty awesome benefits, for instance I was able to hear another packs alpha order if it was through mind link, and sometimes if I get really mad, I can move things with my mind, but that happens once in a blue moon.

My anger vanished and a small smile formed on my lips. When we come to the territory line, I halt everyone. I take one step inside with my hands raised in surrender. Pure red wolves surrounded us, watching us with skeptical eyes. "Our pack is going to war. Our unfightable's need a place to stay." Their eyes fog over and less than a minute later, a huge black wolf steps from the brush. It's eyes a bright blue, a long scar going across its right eye. A white feather was stuck in its fur, and now that I look at it, all the other wolves either have blue feathers or bright orange feathers. The wolf shifts into a beautiful woman, her black hair goes all the way down to her thighs, a white feather

The white wolf said. "What?" Hrolf questioned. He was wishing that the white wolf would explain more. He stared at the white wolf with disbelief written on his face. Her eyes had turned white and she seemed to be convulsing. "White wolf?" Hrolf called out in shock, he walked forward to hold her but wasn't able to. It was like she was protected. "She is the descendant of the Moon goddess and if you mate with her red wolf you will produce an ultimate wolf who would be unstoppable, its power will be limitless," the white wolf said.

“If you are still unconscious, I’ll make sure we move you to a safe room first before I go out and fight. I don’t want anything to happen to you. Then I’ll come get you when the fighting is done.” My voice trails off as I stare down at my finger with her hair wrapped around it. My eyes then drift to my mark on her neck. I could swear that it is two alpha wolves. One is black, which is me, and the other is white, but I’ve seen her wolf. She has a gray wolf. Did the spell also change the color of her wolf? Does she actually have a white wolf? My heart skips a beat. White wolves are very rare.

Silas’s P.O.V The other wolf’s form was an impressive sight to behold. I could already tell it was a female from the way it carried itself. Her sleek fur was black as coal, glistening in the moonlight, and her eyes were piercing amber, like two burning suns. Her build was muscular and powerful, showing the strength of a natural-born Alpha, but I could tell she was not as strong as me. As she moved, her limbs flowed with grace and fluidity, each step precise and calculated. Her howls were deep and commanding, sending shivers down the spine of anyone who heard them. In short, her wolf form exuded a dangerous yet alluring aura that demanded respect and fear.

The pitch of the entire crowd’s muttering drops an octave. The males gathered closest to us part, revealing a phalanx of females led by a black she-wolf, a gray-haired female in her skin, and another female, maybe in her late thirties or early forties, who is somehow both furry and all woman at the same time. She looks like the NSFW character art that Kennedy downloads on her phone—so much butt and boobs and hips. My wolf draws herself up. She cowered like a pup in front of the males, but for some reason, she doesn’t want to show these females her neck. She’s trembling visibly, but she’s holding her head high.

"But somehow, it worked. You adapted and grew stronger. You even got your wolf, though it is not unheard of, but like I said, it's rare, and you could imagine our surprise when you shifted and your wolf was white ... that was the only confirmation needed to shut down the murmurs from the pack elders. We suspected that there was something dormant in your bloodline or that it was the moon goddess blessing you." Another wave of heat crashes over me, and I sink deeper into the ice water. "White wofl?" "Yes, white wolf. Black wolves are mainly for alphas, brown for betas, and grey for gammas. The white wolf, though rarely seen, is attributed to the very first wolf ancestry, which is why it's beli

Many millions moons back, there was a wolf Shaman. A priestess. She was among the many that lived in the forests for the fear of being discovered by humans and risked the possibility of being burned alive in the plaza. Her name was White Wolf. White Wolf was the offspring of two regular wolves that decided to leave the civilization to live among their own kind. She was now thirteen. She was born and raised there and she had not realized that she had the ability to see or channel the future.