White Female Wolf Novels & Stories

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.

There was an illistrated image there that looked like my wolf and then an article that followed after. "I don't know how to tell you this, but stark white wolves are extremely rare. Possessing a White Wolf is basically like being true Alpha Royalty. It's abnormal to have wolves of solid colors. A white one signifies not only pure blood but also primarily some unique special abilities. White wolves are like.. elders of our culture, stronger than the others but Reya in particuar. Well Wolves are given to us at a specific age. When we die, our wolves are passed along to another through the grace of the Goddess. Anyway I'll let you read it for yourself." Kaine said as he passed the book around i

“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.

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.

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.

What was going on with me? “The red wolf is only ever a female wolf. They are known to both experience and elicit very powerful emotional responses in those around them, in addition to the other abilities that they seem to have. This means that they are often strongly desired by men and hated by women. A younger wolf such as Raina, especially with no education or training, probably has very little control over the emotional aspect of her abilities.” Beta Jack looked at me, clearly hoping that his explanation would provide some additional insight into the lack of emotional control I was having.

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

“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.