White Stories Novels & Stories

She earned the crown. Now she must prove she deserves it. Only one week has passed since Traci was crowned Queen and revealed to the world as the Last White Wolf. The kingdoms finally have hope, old alliances are beginning to heal, and peace seems closer than ever. It is only an illusion. While the kingdom celebrates its new queen, Maddox and Ralph have vanished into the shadows, quietly rebuilding their forces and preparing a far more dangerous plan. They have learned a painful lesson, attacking Traci head-on is impossible. This time, they will strike at the people she loves, forcing her to make impossible choices that no ruler should ever face. As Traci struggles to balance the weight

For them, I could pretend to be just a useless, weak Omega. Nobody knew my real truth. They just saw a poor girl in oversized clothes. They didn't know that underneath the dirt and the drab dye I used to stain my hair, I was the last surviving White Wolf. “Hide it, Aisha,” my mother’s dying words always echoed in my mind. “If the Luna ever sees your white fur, she will kill you out of jealousy. Stay small. Stay hidden.” So, I stayed small. Even when Luna Mabel treated me like dirt under her expensive shoes.

"What's the matter? My husband's the top dog around here. You really want to cross me, the big man's wife?" Her words hit hard, and the relatives' hesitation crumbled. A gaggle of middle-aged women swarmed me, yanking at my robe from all sides. "Stop it!" I yelled, struggling to get free. However, I could not use my magic against so many ordinary folks. My sleeve ripped with a harsh sound, exposing my pale arm. More relatives piled on, some pinching, some tugging at my hair. "Wow, look at that skin! Bet you've been charming the pants off the guys, huh?"

Elias' best friend and Beta, Kai, starts the conversation back up. "Well Elias sure knows how to throw a curveball doesn't he?" The pack chuckles then quiets down to hear what he says. I crush Elias' hand as hard as I can under the table preparing for the worst. "Let me just welcome you Lua, to the Onyx pack. It's a great gesture of kindness and respect going against customs you've rightfully been blessed with by the moon Goddess. Uhm I can only speak for myself of course but from what I know of the White War I think most of us can agree that our grandparents started that war unjustly and out of fear. I might not understand white wolf customs and your special abilities but what I do know is

“He’s locked up with her. They’re both safe for now, not hurt. She wants me to tell you everything as you are our Alpha, I’m already obliged to tell you.” “You should have told me hours ago.” “I could not tell you until our Luna allowed it. It’s an old spell, but it’s one that bound me to keep her secrets.” I nod it makes sense that he knows a lot about her, “Okay spill.” “Mazy told me that you are an avid reader, especially relating to our history and legends.” I nod, and he goes on, “Those stories of the white wolves for the most part are true. Every white wolf is unique and has its own powers or abilities, as I like to call them. But there is one story of The Legend of the White Wolf.”

"Everyone knows the Rivera girl is a rare white wolf. Her pups will be top-tier Alphas, every single one. Whoever mates her becomes the future Alpha King." "And look at her—the Moon Goddess must've carved her by hand." "A wolf like that, blood like that, Is Damian insane?" "Poor Rivera girl. Her own mate doesn't even want her." The whispers circled. Everyone was certain I'd name Damian—they'd all seen how badly I'd fallen for him. In my last life, I worshiped Damian as my savior. White wolves are rare, which means my life was never peaceful. I got snatched by rogues once.

Two to five people, most of the time, seemed to be the best range for survival and happiness. Roghd would explain to me that their people were thrown from the kingdom more than 500 years ago. The quick eradication of these people from the palace walls all came from their unwillingness to cooperate with the kingdom’s demands. They simply believed in protecting our land above all else, above any monarchy, any rule. If I pressed as to what demands he spoke of I was told that the past should stay there. The brief history was concluded with: but we wouldn't want it any other way, we like keeping to ourselves. I stand up and stretch my arms. Jace stirs and rolls to face Roghd and I.