White Werewolf Female Novels & Stories

Winter has turned into spring. Cassie often spends time with her twin daughters. Although now she no longer needed to worry that Lucia would fall into the hands of Ferin and his subordinates. "Her Majesty the Queen." The white-haired woman gasped for breath, even though she had only run five meters. "What happened?" "There is a werewolf with the same aura as princess Lucia." "A werewolf?" The woman nodded.

She said and I sneered. "Why? Has she done something to you too?" I asked sarcastically and she shook her head again. "No Alpha, I remember now that when Ben was talking to me about the masked people, he made it known to me that there was no she-wolf among them, the only female wolf among them was a very muscular one, even bigger than most men, this woman looked frail and delicate, she is definitely not among them." Lisa suddenly said and I stiffened. "Are you sure?" Scott asked to confirm and Lisa nodded.

How do I tell her that her real identity is not of a feeble human but something powerful? Yes, Zara is not a human but one of the invincible wolves in the werewolf world, ALPHA WOLF.

I asked, my voice filled with dread. "I was finally able to access more specialized studies," the doctor said, looking through the folder in his hand. "When we first saw her, we noticed that there were certain physiological discrepancies with those of a common werewolf woman, such as the shape of the hip bones. In a female wolf, these are much larger than average and elongated so that she can survive the opening of the pups, which are usually larger than average." "Alice is half human; it is logical that her physiology is different," Bella said, and the doctor nodded.

Tax and I made our way cautiously toward the scent, making sure to announce our presence with a soft howl. As we got closer, the young female Lycan turned to face us, her eyes wide with surprise. She was a wolf with a silver coat that glistened in the dappled sunlight filtering through the trees. This was the first time I had seen a she-wolf with these features. We both shifted, and then I saw a woman about eighteen years old, blonde with an hourglass waist, almost stunning in appearance.

Then her dress rips and she seamlessly shifts into a wolf, a big and gorgeous Alpha wolf. She has silver fur with streaks of black and caramel through it, and her eyes are melted bronze. She lifts her massive head and howls to the moon, which in turn creates something unforeseen and magical; the three young women behind her, then ranked females not yet of age, suddenly jolt and then they shift. As if Athena’s wolf called them forward with her.

The woman rolled her eyes at her. "What do you mean by that?! Did you just leave him to die?!" Nora screamed at the woman when she heard her. She finally took a good look at the woman in front of her. Nora found out that she wasn't wearing white like in her dreams. Instead, she was wearing a red gown, however, she was still as beautiful as she was in her dreams. Although the woman looked young, something told Nora that she was way older than she looked. "You heard me! He's a damn werewolf! Why the heck would I go out of my way to save a werewolf? Do you think I've gone crazy?" She rolled her eyes as she said this

They say Wildlands wolves but when I ask more questions it always comes back to Alpha Ludo or his father. There are only five female werewolves in the group which makes sense once I start to see the pattern of Alpha Ludo getting rid of any males that may be threatening to him. He only seems to get rid of the females whose outspokenness outweighs their attractiveness. Which means I instantly love each of my new pack sisters. There is Aluna Waterwolf. She's a few years older than me and daughter of the Waterwolf Omega. Anahita was a classmate of hers. There is Seersha Aurorawolf, who had identified the unknown hunters as Wildlands trained.

My possessive mate saw a naked man on top of me and thought I was cheating on him, right in his own Palace. So, he broke my legs… and burned my face. That way, only he could stand to look at me ever again. ------------------------------ My name is Cassandra White, the Alpha's daughter of the Red Moon Pack. I am 22 years old and still haven't found my mate. But that doesn't make me feel bad or lesser. To us werewolves, finding our mate is very important because it makes us feel whole and complete. But I am different—I am more than terrified to meet my fated partner.

‘Always, my Peony. Camilla eventually comes back to us with clothes for me in hand. The boys had backed up and sat down, just a foot from Nessa and I, and just watched. They seemed captivated by her White form, her strong build, and bright eyes. “Most wolves have different eyes than their human form.” Ren had said. “She’s the size of an Alpha male.” Nate mentioned at one point. “Her fur is so thick, it’s like its own shield.” Ren said when they backed away from our moment together.