White Female Wolf Novels & Stories

“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.”

Even among some of the biggest wolves, I stand out. My wolf is large. Larger than normal and even more so that I am a female. My fur is a cascade of winter white, rare and beautiful, with thick and lustrous strands that look like it is flowing under water whenever I move. Even without anyone telling me, I know it is unique. I have heard of pure black wolves, red timber wolves, white wolves with black spots. Never a pure white like myself. Winter white. That is where our name comes from, The Winter Wolf Coalition.

I am glad she is not touching it; my mark is sensitive even to my touch. “How is this possible?” she asked, her mouth opening in shock. “I shifted again. I shifted to this white wolf. Had my first shift at the age I am supposed to shift, and she was a normal alpha female black wolf. How is it possible to shift again, going from black to white, and she is huge? I have never seen a wolf that huge,” I said, going crazy. I really need answers. I need them fast. “The only white wolf rumoured to have existed was Lux,” she said.

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?

She hissed with an eye roll before moving to undress herself. "What are you doing? They're watching you!" Damien hissed in a low tone, wondering why she'd undress herself knowing fully well she was being watched. Kira ignores him and pulls off her oversized t-shirt and her shorts. "They're ready to attack you fool! Stop talking and change already." She hissed at him before switching immediately. 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.

She remembered that the real white wolf was the only wolf with green eyes, and it was very rare. "Yes. A white wolf." Maya replied. She knew for a fact that Ellie was a wolf, but she couldn't understand the type of wolf she was. She had never seen a wolf attack without being seen. She knew that a white wolf is a very strong wolf, and it might be possible Ellie is one, but the phenomenon is not what she understands.

"What do you mean, you can't?" She tilted her head slightly as if amused by my frustration. "White wolves are hiding themselves. It's as if someone has cast a protection spell over them. Whoever did it is strong. If you think you can track them down easily, you're mistaken." I took a step forward, towering over her. "You're telling me that someone is shielding them?" "Exactly," she said with a smirk. "Remember, Alpha Damien... white wolves are the rarest and most intelligent of our kind. You can't cross them as easily as you think." A low growl built in my throat. I hated the way she spoke, as if I was the one at a disadvantage. My whole life, I had dominated, controlled, and crushed anythin

She was a white wolf. The howling of the other wolves in the area filled the air after she howled. “How is she a white wolf?” In dread, I questioned myself. As I got closer to her, she quickly spun around and snarled at me. I came to a full halt and waited to see what she would do. Though I was the Alpha and her mate, I was shocked by the realization that she was a white wolf, and I feared she could do something strange.