White Female Wolf Novels & Stories

Among the thick trails of smoke was a gray wolf. My eyebrows knitted together as I stared in confusion, and as I looked closer, I realized it wasn’t gray, but white. It had only looked gray because of the smoke, but its fur was actually snow white. A white wolf. That was a rare color to see indeed. White werewolves were exclusively female and usually highborn. It was a fur color reserved for royalty and nobility, and I had never seen a wolf that shade in person. Guests who had been trapped within the building followed the wolf, coughing as they stumbled out.

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.

I looked towards Elina, a big white wolf , looking back at me. She is truly beautiful…. “She is really the vessel!,”

Like she remembered who he was. He felt his wolf yelping in his head. His mate was finally there. He had spent so long without her, and now. she was finally within reach. Her wolf had always been unique. She was the only wolf with white on her fur, and there she was, staring at him intently. A massive black wolf with white engravings that trailed from her head to her tail and down her to her paws. She was gorgeous.

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.