White Werewolf Female Novels & Stories

The dry blood, blackened eyes, and the weary yet mad aura were enough to prove his point. “We need to go. My son was lucky to escape without missing an arm. We need a plan to counter them.” The werewolf nodded. “How about my people?” The female werewolf who was in beast form asked, her canine flashed majestically to the world to see. She was massive and tall. White color fur and pure. She looked beautiful but the color would soon become her doom. The color would trigger the rage within that individual, making her the first target to be eliminated upon the eyes met.

A Snow White was a werewolf female with pure white fur: the strongest female, the Alpha female, the most desirable and beautiful mate for wolves to have. The only thing Snow White about me was the wedding dress I was wearing though it was not pristine after all I'd been through. Pushing the voluminous skirt down, I wriggled around until I was sitting up beside Donna. We were both secured with zip ties at our wrists and thick ropes at our ankles. A look down the row revealed all the women were trussed up the same way: virgin sacrifices for the last Lycan. Fear prickled through me, making my skin hypersensitive as I grew more and more worried about what was going to happen to me next.

I wanted that for us, more than I wanted anything else. I decided to check on my mate in the training area. I walked out of the packhouse and out to the ring. What I witnessed, was actually a beautiful sight. They cleared the area of onlookers during wolf training, per my father's request. I saw a woman that I love, leap into the air and twist her magnificent body, what landed down was the largest female wolf I had ever seen. Solid white, with alarmingly azure blue eyes. From ears to tail, she was flawless. Her form was larger than the traditional wolves, it was strange to see something so large and beautiful come from a woman who was so tiny compared to myself. That was a lot of power packe

The woman had refused in going with him and father was furious enough to go fetch her himself. "It looks like he is coming this way," Richard whispered with a smile on his face. His gay ass loved any guy worth looking at. By the looks of it, this man was worth looking at. He was a wolf. Barely in his twenties. I was far out of his league but I was out of most people's leagues.

My eyes met hers and her scent, the delicious scent that had me going crazy hit me harder than ever, my eyes widened, I couldn't believe this, my nostrils flared and my wolf jumped. "Mate, mate, mate, mate." My wolf danced happily. "Mate." I said and my beta left her hands and stepped back immediately, my warriors turned to me in surprise, I stared at her as her eyes widened, I'm sure she also felt what I felt. I took in her appearance, her strawberry blonde hair that was very long, she had it braided into pigtails, her freckles, her lips, her curvy body, which showed very well, due to her coming out from the water, her nipples were visible and I growled because the others saw that, she was

Noticing the wolf, she stopped abruptly, bared her teeth, sucked in the air so that her nostrils fluttered, her pupils dilated. I could hardly restrain my beast so as not to rush at her, he bared his teeth in displeasure, to which the she-wolf slightly bent down. My wolf growled approvingly: he definitely liked the reaction of the female. She crouched on her front paws, arching ingratiatingly. But as soon as I took a step towards her, she abruptly jumped up and rushed to the side with such agility that, taken aback, I only saw the silvery tip of the tail flashing by. Well, do you want to play, girl? Having growled enough, the wolf rushed after, especially since I already knew where the she-w

She looks relieved at my suggestion and quickly walks around the tree. I am less reserved and simply strip off and shift into my blonde wolf. My wolf is big, not as big as Matt’s but comparable. We were a great team in a fight and often were the largest wolves around. As Rosie’s wolf tentatively stepped out, I was blown away by her beauty. She was also a blonde wolf. It was rare to see a female blonde wolf. To see her in that form, indicated she was strong. She was larger than the average female wolf. Surprising given the abuse she withstood growing up.

With every fiber of her being, she focused on embracing her werewolf side, allowing it to become the dominant force. As the transformation neared completion, Chloe opened her eyes, revealing a gaze that held both human compassion and the primal instincts of a wolf. She had become something extraordinary—a harmonious blend of human and beast, embracing her true self without fear. In a final surge of determination, Chloe let out a primal roar, breaking free from the reaper's grasp. Her transformation was complete, and she stood before them as a fully realized werewolf. Her eyes sparkled with newfound clarity, and her posture exuded confidence.

And that is a big deal, really. I want to ask but I think I will know it once I set my food in their hideout. The woman, Caitriona, morphs into a werewolf and it was amazing. She is so black that it was shining and it complimented her ash white eyes. I know that if she is in the dark, only her eyes can be seens.

I asked with narrowed eyes. “Of course!” She replied with a slightly displeased expression on her face. “I know what a werewolf looks like y'know.” She said. “I am sorry if you feel offended by my doubt but being able to transform at the young age of seven is simply unheard of.” I said with a sigh escaping my lips. “That might be true but I knew what happened to me so I am telling you right now, that I did learn how to control my wolf powers at the age of seven.” She said with a confident look.