White Werewolf Female Novels & Stories

“Tell me about her wolf. Do I need to ask you question by question? Tell me everything that you think that is important for me to know about her, so I will have an idea about how to heal her.” “She is a healer,” Patrick said and the doctor was shocked. “She is the woman everyone was talking about? We heard from the palace that on the battlefield a female healer is causing trouble to King Varan and we prayed so hard to annoy him at maximum.” “Her wolf is dark silver gray. She is damned beautiful as human and also as a wolf...Her wolf has black jade eyes and when she looks at you she makes you forget about everything around. It’s a strange feeling but as a wolf she can heal you even more rapid

"She's a White Werewolf. You should know by the shade of her hair. I remember seeing her once when she was a little girl. She had chestnut colored hair, didn't she?" "Yes, she did. I was shocked to see platinum on her hair. I thought she had it dyed. I mean, that's what teenagers do when they are feeling down," She chortled. "Hers is a different case. She's a White wolf and White Werewolves are rare, only appearing once in hundred years in the whole of the Lycan Confederate Jurisdiction. She was chosen by the gods because they saw a potential in her. She's here for a reason. She has a very great task ahead of her, one that would make her different from the girl you used to know. She has been

His deep brown eyes were warm as he gazed at me. “What are you people? What do you want from me?” a sense of unease washed over me. I felt like I already knew the answer to that question, but I needed to be sure. “I suppose you need an explanation.” the woman spoke this time. She had a smoky voice that was soothing and had a seductive aura around her. She was an exotic thing, with straight golden hair that flowed down to her waist and striking green eyes. “We’re werewolves,” her voice held pride as she said so. “And we're keeping you here for your safety.”

She informs me that the white wolf was created by the moon goddess to keep the werewolf community in check, to stop evil spreading into the human world. That a balance has to remain at all times. My first question to her after she paused, was how she knew so much and why she was in hiding. I had to bite down on my own lips to prevent the gasp that wanted to escape me when she declared that she was a member of the white moon pack, that she had become rogue after going against their corruption. “Corruption, what kind of corruption?” Kit presses, his fingers gripping tightly on to me as I sit on his lap.

I didn’t try to get the scene behind my eyes like I usually try to, I let it play again this time, relieving when the kiss happened, sleep welcomed me without me knowing. I saw a wolf, a huge black wolf. I looked around trying to figure out where I was but all I could see was a maze of trees, my heart thundered. The wolf standing a few feet away from me it didn't look like it was a normal wolf, it was more compared to the a wolf. It had black furs and long sharp pointed canine that looked sharp enough to rip iron apart. It stared at me like a predator stalking its prey, waiting for the perfect moment to lunge.

Mayra looked at me with a helpless and worried gaze while giving that glass to me. “My mother told me what happened to your birth mother before she died, Maddie. Ava Whitelock wasn’t an ordinary werewolf. She was a white wolf mated with the midnight black wolf. According to our ancient scriptures, the pup born from a white wolf and a midnight black wolf is called a direct descendant of the Moon Goddess, no matter the gender of the pup.” She paused and took a deep breath. The liquid was bitter, but I still drank it while listening to her explanation.

There is just one problem: she is a werewolf. The moon goddess must have gone mad making us mates, but I am not going to reject my own mate. She is attractive for a human and will become my wife and the mother of my kits. Yes, she is different with her round face, pink skin and red hair. She is also tiny, but the mate bond doesn’t lie. This female is fully capable of carrying my heir and I can’t be picky. There are no zareth females left in my world and my clan’s survival depends on me having a successful mating with this werewolf.

His intrigued but annoyed voice asks turning to look at me but now my wolf had been brought into the equation, she began to bounce around in my head. “Mate wants to know more about me?!” She cheers excitedly where I had to roll my eyes but do smile at how deadly she can be one moment to jumping around playfully. “She’s a pure snow-white wolf but I’ve been told that sometimes in the sun, her fur can shimmer a tiny bit.” I disclosed what my wolf looked like; I really stood out in wolf form around the other rogues who held brown wolves with patches of black in them. “Snow-white wolves are typically gifted to women with Alpha blood primarily, to an active Alpha’s daughter.” Leo, who seemed to ho

Jake caught it mid-air— —and froze. White fire ran under Jane’s skin. Light burst from her wounds as white fur rolled across her body. She rose, an ethereal werewolf, eyes like dawn over ice. One kick sent Sara smashing through a tent frame. “Oh my God,” Kim whispered. Jake stepped in, syringe ready—then the white wolf stood between him and the wreckage, grace and fury in the same breath.

Why is her colour important to him? “She is definitely a wolf of my old pack. The females from my mother’s side all have wolves of that colour. They are special. Most wolves come in one colour, but the females in my line, their wolves are known as Luna wolves. Their coat goes from black to grey, fading to white. She is strong. It explains why she showed you your mom’s memories of that day.” I blink at him as Chaos perks up at his words. She pushes forward, looking at him through my eyes before she wanders back off to where she was laying.