White Warrior Cats Novels & Stories

Rose my wolf said through our link making me smile. Rose came to me when I first shifted at 16. When she showed me what she looked like I was stunned. Maybe I'm a little biased because she is my wolf, but she is beautiful. She stands tall and proud; she is bigger than a normal size wolf. Her coat is solid white. I thought it was strange at first and she's never told me why she has pure white fur, but she was beautiful. No one has a solid white wolf like I do so it made us stand out. She's made me stronger in a way, pushed me to fight better and helped me when I felt insecure. She will forever be a part of me, but she can be a bitch most of the time. She is very protective and doesn't

Honestly, it was a hilarious situation, but I was not going to let these to know this. “Oh, for fucks sake. The giant ass white tiger is Phantom, the equally giant black panther and jaguar are Jaeyde and Topaz. The freakishly large black wolf is Obsidian while the other wolf that we can only describe as a burning flame is Eymbyr. You two are so fucking terrible at explaining shit.” Chris told us. "And your point? This is why we keep you around. Plus, you like explaining shit." Mykynzye snarked.

I stood up on all fours a little while later, my white fur glistening in the moonlight. I boldly raised my head after taking a long breath. My family and friends whirled around and exclaimed. Her aces are white. Luna Rachel uttered. I tilted my wolf head as I turned to face her. Is that unique in any way? "Whitney, we are a true white wolf pack. Everyone is not a pure white wolf. Hazel said. Why do you mean that? I prompted her. "White wolves exist. I have previously seen them.

The fur that adorned my wolf's form was not just any color—it was a pure, pristine white. Whispers rippled through the pack, carried on the wind like a sacred secret revealed. The legend of the white wolf echoed in their murmurs, a tale passed down through generations. It was said that a white wolf possessed a unique power, a healing ability that transcended the bounds of ordinary werewolves. They were believed to be chosen, destined to bring solace and aid to those in need.

But they couldn't compete with these three males at all. They were the tribe's white tiger, Marcus Stone, black lion, Damian Hunter, and eagle, Kieran Swift. In the face of absolute power, the others could only stare at this delicate female in a daze. Meanwhile, behind me stood a wolf with one eye, an eagle that couldn't fly, and a harmless-looking cat. As for me, I was a white wolf. I looked with satisfaction at my sharp claws and fangs. Among the wolf tribe, white wolves held supreme status. However, among the beastkin tribes, such females weren't popular.

With their men's hiding in the White Wolf lair, the access of information was very easy. "One White Wolf's soldiers group consisted of five members. 3 boys, 1 girls and 1 gay." Jason caught Alexander attention as he raised his head and looked at him. His eyes were sparkling with amusement at what he heard. This news was very rare to be heard of among the White Wolf's Clan.

The other two warriors ran over before both of their eyes glazed over. “We linked our Beta, you’ll be in trouble now.” Another younger looking warrior said trying to sound confident. For such a high ranking pack this was sad, they didn’t have stronger warriors I thought rolling my eyes. I walked to the front of my car leaning against it holding the warrior in the air by my spell still. “I can wait.” I said smiling at him. After 30 minutes a large grey wolf came running incredibly fast down the gravel road. I was stunned watching him he was beautiful, I didn’t really get to see wolves shift much.

Every movement was calculated, a dance of controlled power, the eyes holding a wisdom that transcended mere instinct. Mateo's wolf, on the other hand, boasted a more playful demeanor, a living artwork of russet and copper, with patches of snowy white adorning its paws and chest. Its eyes sparkled with mischief, but behind the playfulness lay a fierce warrior, loyal and ready to defend its pack.

Completely helpless. I finally reached the source of the voice and saw two rogues had attacked a she wolf nearly my age. She was sprawled on the ground, unmoving. One of the rogues lunged at her again but before that, I dropped my dress from my jaw and pounced on him. Immediately I let my sharp teeth dig deep into his shoulder drawing immense blood out of it. I shoved him against the tree, letting my canines sink in deeper, before snapping his neck. I turned to face the other one who looked terrified. Of course I was the white wolf. Why wouldn't he be? He tried scurrying away while showing his neck in submission. Oh no not so fast buddy! You will have the same fate as your friend.