White Female Wolf Novels & Stories

I went on high alert and waited for the wolf to come into view. The wolf finally came into view, but then I noticed it didn't have the aura of a dangerous wolf. I noticed it was a female wolf by the scent I perceived, but it was not a familiar one. This wolf looks entirely different, and in some way, it suddenly pulled my wolf. I growled loudly, and it startled the wolf so much that it looked in my direction, where I was. I could see the wolf clearly under the moonlight where it stood. It was beautiful her eyes were those of a scarlet, and the fur on her wolf was smooth and glittering white.

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.

And here every single wolf is white. “Do you like it?” suddenly a woman’s voice asks me from behind, making me startle. I thought that I am alone here. I looked at her and my heart stopped. It can’t be, but she looks just the way I’ve heard. Tall, slim, with white blonde hair long until her waist, braided and decorated with little shining stars. Her skin is so white and pure that you could say that she doesn’t have even a drop of blood in her system, and maybe she doesn’t. Maybe she is dead too…

He smirked to himself, happy that the only that the girl could shift was him. The flames died down and his smirk left just as quickly. Standing proud in the spot where Zora Smith was standing, was a stark white wolf. He blinked and rubbed his eyes, trying to make the wolf return to it’s grey color that Kairos had last seen it at. But despite his efforts, Zora Smith was still a white wolf. No one had seen a white wolf emerge in years. The only other white wolf to emerge was the Wolf-Queen, Victoria Luna. As far as Kairos knew, Queen Luna didn’t have any biological daughters.

My beta asked, and everyone agreed. "A while ago, I encountered a white wolf in the forest. I was taken aback because, like my mate, it had the same white fur color. It's a rare color, and she doesn't have a scent. I couldn't smell anything from her, which is strange because when we transform into wolves, our scent becomes stronger. But with the white wolf, there was no scent at all. I don't know how that happened. Unfortunately, I didn't get a chance to find out because the girl ran away from me. However, this doesn't change the fact that we were wrong to assume that we've marked all the girls. Light colors are associated with female wolves, and what I saw in the forest earlier proves that

Out of the three of them, she was the one I was most worried about. My research seems to have shown a pattern of the white wolf only existing at one time. Kaia’s mother died when she was a child, years before her wolf would have come to her. When the time came, Kaia was given the white wolf as were her female ancestors before her. It is clear by the research that it is always the female gene the white wolf presents itself in. The first born always having been a female. Yet we have already broken that tradition as Jaxon was first, then Jace…followed by Josie.

My little wolf is indeed full of surprises. Interesting colour for her wolf, though. White wolfs are remarkably rare. I can only think of one wolf to be described as pure white. The moon goddess herself. Intriguing that Kara has a white wolf as well. I’m pulled from my thought by seeing Dawson storming down the alley, his feet slapping against the ground. The woman, I’m guessing, his luna runs up to him and he grabs her by the arms, pulling her to him as he shakes in anger, staring down at her brutally. “Did you do this?” he grits out so quietly I almost didn’t hear.

Even if I can’t tear out her throat immediately, it was only a matter of time before she’s proven to be untrustworthy and then I’ll be ready to deal with her. Cresting the top of the cliff, I see four patrol wolves surrounding a woman. Instinctively, I sniff the air again, but she has no scent. My wolf begins to growl as I examine her. She’s wearing a solid white robe that covers her from her toes all the way up to her neck. Her hair is just as white as her robes, and cascades over her shoulders and down her back in large waves. Her skin is perfectly smooth and pale, so she almost looks like a porcelain doll.

It is the sound of a wolf howl that finally pulls us apart. My eyes widen slightly when I look behind her and see the most gorgeous white wolf that I have ever seen. The wolf looks over at me with her sparkling silvery green eyes that match my own before she hops down from the small cliff and slowly makes her way over to the woman and I. The wolf stops an arms length away from us, cocking its head to the side as she studies me and the woman.

It wasn't a joke when she asked me to call her the Beautiful one. She's huge, I was surprised she wasn't small. Though not as big as Zek, she was still bigger than most female wolves. She has white fur, white as snow. No wonder she bears snow as a name and the most beautiful is her blue eyes. Deep and accentuated her look. Xander couldn't stop talking about how beautiful my wolf was. He took so many pictures of her and I couldn't help staring at them. She's me and I'm here. My other half.