White Female Wolf Novels & Stories

he was my mate, so I won't be labeled something worse besides a traitor. Most she-wolves that fall pregnant in other cities are banished, as they do with those that betray or commit treason among the packs; forsaken wolves. Without any pack contact, they turn feral, sending them crazed and mad, and are forced to live outside the cities. No one wants to be on their own out there. It isn’t safe, and not how anyone wants to live. What kind of world would a pup of mine be born into? I haven't shifted, not yet, I wonder how being pregnant will now delay the process.

I didn’t tell him I am also curious to know who this white wolf is, such pure white fur, my whole life I have not seen any complete white wolf until today. ‘She is Irene’ suddenly I heard Kaden’s joyful voice and my eyes widened, I once again glanced at white wolf and when focused, inhaled deeply, her scent hit me, she was indeed our mate. I had lost my voice, because she was holding the neck of last remained rogue in her mouth and slowly turned, facing us. I inhaled a sharp breath, she was beautiful, her blue eyes fiercely looking into mine and I knew she and Kaden had connected themselves. Right in front of my eyes she slit the rogue’s throat, her fur was covered with blood around her mout

Ronan “Yes,” she said simply. “My wolf is white.” The words settled into me like a stone dropped into deep water. White. Brad let out a low whistle. “You haven’t seen it?” he asked me, brows lifting. “I mean, hell—I haven’t seen it either, but it’s kind of strange that you haven’t.” I cut him a sharp look. Undeterred, he kept going. “I mean, it makes sense. Look at her. White skin. White hair. Practically glows in moonlight. Wolves tend to mirror their human side, right? It’s almost obvious if you think about it.”

"I forgot how big her wolf is," Ryder breathed out. He was right. Sarah's wolf was enormous, easily as large as our own alpha wolves and maybe even bigger. Her fur was pure white like fresh snow and it seemed to glow in the dim light of the cell. She was magnificent and seeing her again reminded me why the mate bond had been so strong when it first formed. "And her coloring," Cain said. "White wolves are extremely rare. I've only ever heard of a handful in our entire history."

“I have come―” “I know why you are here.” I cleared my throat, not sure what to say to that. “How do you know why I’m here?” She leaned forward and curled a finger at me. I leaned toward her. “I’m a witch.” “Yes.” She laughed in a high-pitched sound. “I knew you would be back after you brought the White Wolf.” “You knew she was the White Wolf?” “Yes, I could see her wolf sleeping. Her energy is stronger than that of other wolves. She wasn’t from here.”

At that moment, I knew that coming here was a death sentence. “What is that?” Collin asked, standing beside me, and I looked closely. My eyes widened out of the sockets as I clearly saw the wolf, a white wolf. “White wolf?” I heard whispers behind me. She is the biggest wolf I have ever seen, with her core strength and white coat stained with blood. She is magnificent, cutting into my warriors like a beast. Her canine was long and sharp, and her claws delivered fatal blows. The black wolf ran to her, and reality dawned on me. The white wolf turned to me, her blue eyes looking directly at me, and I could recognise that stare anywhere. It was Valeria.

Tyre and I were eager to see what hers would look like. She pointed to the one in the Alpha’s spot at the head of a pack. Her wolf was positively stunning. She was a massive pure white wolf with cobalt blue eyes. Her size rivaled some Alpha wolves. Tyre internally growled an approval. She already had him wrapped around her paw. “Is she really that big?” I asked, looking closer. I could not wait to see her in person.

~. .~ Paws Creek was a lively hub of activity, and the visiting she-wolves from various packs stood out with their distinct colors. Each pack had its unique attire, making it easy to distinguish them. The she-wolves wearing pristine white garments were clearly from the Glacier Pack, their attire reflecting the icy lands they hailed from. Their presence exuded an air of cold elegance. On the other hand, the she-wolves donned in vibrant yellow attire hailed from the Sun Pack. Their outfits radiated warmth and vitality, mirroring the sunny region they represented.

It was a beautiful white wolf. The way she walked you could see a grace that was far beyond a normal wolf. Her fur had a sparkle of silver in it as she shook it. She was larger than a she-wolf but her steps were soft as she approached the black wolf as if stalking him. I just stared at her, it was true she was the white wolf. My Hailey was the white wolf. But how? I was so sure she was just human. What happened that made her turn?

Unlike many regular wolves, her wolf had pure white fur and she wasn't just any type of wolf but an Eurasia, also known as the Kazakhstan with pure white fur that sometimes looked like it had a thick grey on it. Damien had not changed to his wolf form yet but mere looking at her form, he could tell Kira was a very powerful wolf. As for Kira, she couldn't bring herself to be bothered by his sluggishness and instead of waiting on him, she moves to attack and when the rogues notice she was coming at them, two of them rush towards her and try to hit her from both sides but Kira is quick to move out of their way and before Damien could understand what was happening, she had brutally murdered both