White Stories Novels & Stories

And when necessary, I helped. My grandmother had taught me that protecting someone didn’t always mean standing beside them where they could see you. Sometimes protection meant staying hidden. Tonight, however, staying hidden was becoming harder. I sat back in the chair and listened as Fredrick’s voice came through the speaker. The White Wolf was in labor. My eyes dropped to the journal lying open on the table. For a moment, I simply stared at the old handwritten pages. Everything my grandmother had spent years studying was unfolding at the same time.

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.

He knew it just as well as we did. “Nate…” “Why?” He asks me and I can see the unshed tears in his crystal eyes. “Why did this happen to you? Why did this happen to her?” I brush the lone tear that managed to escape his eye and cup his cheek. “Because, we are white wolves.”

I trust Drina and wait for her to tell me what's going on with her family. “At first, I thought she was just a mistress. You're a healthy guy with needs and I don't mess around with she-wolves in the pack either. I believe those could be a nuisance when our fated mate arrives here. You know how I hate drama,” my Beta continues. “But the way you kept threatening us to leave her alone got me thinking. And this has been going on for five long years. That's too long for a fling." He raises his eyebrows in amusement. “Enrick, I think the White Wolf is your fated mate. For some reason, you keep that a secret," he states confidently.

“A witch?” Grams gasped. “Geeze, Mil, how else do you think you get a magical being like a white wolf?” Grandad rolled his eyes, making me laugh. “Now, get on with the story. We’ll need to meet this so-called mate of yours. Ghost. What kind of name is that?” Dad weaved our tale throughout the day and into the night. Grams kept our bellies full, and Grandad kept the fire blazing.

The air became silent, and still, no one moved. It had been the talk for the past few days. Something from the past had returned. Something with perilous intent for all of mankind. Her father's soldiers had been sent forth across the sea to battle these things, these whispers, and while everyone was scared to say it, they knew it was a failed voyage, and none of those men were fated to return. Not with the bodies the waves kept washing daily to the coast. The soldiers had been graced with the powers of the Whites, an untold force that was meant to keep them alive, but no one believed that was even a thing. Because they hadn't seen it used. But hell was about to break loose. And this danger,