White Warrior Cats Novels & Stories

The myths, the legends just became a reality after the gruesome transformation. The ancient white wolf. White wolves were the first generation of Werewolves ever created by the Moon Goddess. Along with pure white fur, they had golden ancient runes on them and golden eyes. The moon goddess did not only give them a beautiful appearance, but she gifted them great power. The power that is coveted by all creatures of the realm. White wolves were gifted with the power of a thousand witches, healing blood, and the ability to control another individual with their minds. As it is known that werewolves are affected by silver, white wolves are immune to silver. White wolves were supreme to other supern

The not-an-ordinary-wolf part, I believed, but saying she wasn't like us, was wrong. The Shaman claimed she was closer to the goddess, but we knew that only Spirit Wolves were that way, and Sam did not have metallic coloured fur to classify her as a Spirit Wolf. Was she a crossbreed? The shaman said spirit wolves don't crossbreed, so it left us with a huge dilemma.

Damien smiled as his gaze met the white tiger who seemed to be the ruler of the group that was in this cave. "Raaaaarrrrwwwww!~ ..." the white tiger that seemed to be standing on its throne roared loudly, making the other white tigers who were tearing the flesh of their prey stop eating and turn around in unison, as if they had just realized that there was an uninvited presence inside. their territory. Damien cracked a smile, and the shadows around his feet extended all around. From within the shadow, appeared five werewolves that possessed alpha-level strength, and they had turned into their wolf forms.

It was a little disorienting to hear it come from a seemingly overfed cat. In truth, his appearance was supposedly to be a majestic white cat, the kind that human nobles and royals would love to keep as their favored pets. However, Immortal Wuwei’s thick white fur had bald patches on his round body, looking like a furball a mischievous child had bullied while playing on the streets. Little Yin peered at the ugly white cat standing upright like a human in front of her. It was wearing a set of white robes of the same color of its fur, and had a piece of clear white jade attached to its belt.

I countered, voice turning dark, “considering a woman beat you in a competition, I imagine your pride is in shambles. Now, if you’ll excuse me — I have better things to do.” His eyes flashed—wounded pride and simmering rage. He was halfway into his wolf, shoulders trembling as he fought for control. He growled, voice dropping deeper. “Don’t think owning this place means I can’t take it down with a snap of my fingers.” “Like you’re already trying to?” I shot back. “Go on…What else can you do, hmm?” The shift of an angry Alpha was impossible to ignore—heavy, crackling, oppressive. It pressed against my lungs, squeezing the air out.

They looked at me. “White wolf? It’s been long,” Malcom answered. Titus was quiet, just analysing me. Most times I know when he is quiet, he is up to no good. “Valeria is a white wolf; we saw it with our own two eyes,” I said, looking at them. They gasped, but Tutus still kept quiet. “It’s not possible,” he said. I nod my head. “It is; she is a white wolf. She killed a lot of warriors, passing them in a blur. We need to work together pillars; we can capture her,” I said, desperately. Titus stood up.

I never wanted anyone in my family to suffer again. The pack were stunned when they saw me. According to Isiah, a white wolf was very rare. Some of them had some white, but they had never seen one that was pure white like I was. I made sure to point out one paw with the black, but that didn’t seem to bother any of them. It was incredible to be in this form, but all great things had to come to an end at some point. Hunter and I shifted in our room and got dressed before returning to the pack.

My mother shifted into her Lycan, while Cordell shifted his panther. The brown wolf lunge at my mother immediately, my mother uses her left paw and punch the wolf in the face so hard that had him falling back to the ground. Another wolf tries to charge at my mother, Cordell interfere by grabbing the wolf by his tail with his teeth. The wolf whimper as Cordell swings the wolf around a few times until he let him go, the wolf flying landed hard on the tree. I could hear the wolf howl in pain. I could see my mother battling with the brown wolf again, she was handing our own. What the benefit of being a warrior, a former royal warrior at that. My mother have fought and won so many battles, from w

"Continue to follow that guy for me! He's hiding his scent, so something must be wrong with him! I must find out his true identity and his intentions toward Emily!" Black, the leader, received the command with a "meow" and began to leave with another cat. But Winston stopped him: "Wait, Black, are there any chinchilla cats in your gang?" "Meow." Black turned and looked momentarily before a snow-white chinchilla cat emerged from the group. It had a graceful walk and beautiful fur, with green eyes shining gently. It was a rare and precious cat. It looked at Winston tenderly, wagging its tail: "Meow?"

The decisive stance of the arm, the body wearing armor and the inherent cold face make Amity like an extremely brave warrior. Elias explained to Lily: “Only purebred ancient werewolves have the power to absorb nature to form their own power. There are many different breeds of purebred wolves, each of which will also absorb nature differently. Amity is a wolf that absorbs the light reflected from the moon and the sun.” "And you?" Lily turned to Elias and asked. Elias smirked and replied, "You guessed it." "I can bear it." "That's right, you're a human. How can you understand?"