White Werewolf Female Novels & Stories

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.

"Wait!" A loud female voice pierced the noise and everyone fell silent. A 22-year-old she-wolf was standing at the door. Her skirt was way too above her knees giving a view of her slender thighs. Her white shirt was unbuttoned partially and wasn't tucked in the skirt. Her black hair dyed red was tied in a half ponytail with fringes left free to cover her forehead. Max stopped assaulting Skyla on seeing her and straightened himself up. His eyes sparkled as he saw his partner in crime who was equally evil or eviler and threatening to Skyla, Whitney. Her walking inside the washroom was met with the bows of all the werewolves.

The dress was so ordinary yet the woman carried it so well that it shook her, from one glance it was impossible to tell that she was a lowly omega she wolf. Female vampires had always been the most beautiful among all the supernatural species. But this she wolf had the features and beauty that the woman had never seen in her life before. Usually omegas had the innocent and soft looks but this she wolf had really sharp features, her cat eyes having an unusual shade of green, her slim face and lips that complimented her features perfectly. No wonder the first in command was dying for the king to permit him to have her. "Lets go." Zinnia took a deep breath before she walked behind the woman, sh

The wet ground was beneath her, the night cool air filled her lungs with each breath she took, and her heart thudded as she dodged trees, hearing the snapping of twigs beneath her paws. Dorothy has a hidden secret kept from her pack, a secret she hid when she turned fourteen. Standing at the edge of the lake, she glanced at her reflection, and a pure white wolf with eyes of silver as cold as frost stared right back. A white wolf, the strongest and most sought-after female breed of wolves. The ones directly blessed by the moon goddess. “Ah, it's good to be out” a voice in her head purred. Pure white female wolves, a breed usually sought after by alphas, their scent was very attractive to them

She was the same girl I saw in my dream and her face was the exact replica of Luke. Holy Moon goddess! Slowly my brain started connecting all the dots. Realization dawned on me, it didn't take me too long to figure out who this beauty was. Luke was a girl. Then all events that happened since I met Luke in the forest flashed as a memory. I clearly remembered Luke is a werewolf so how could he/she be a girl? As far as I knew, all-female she-wolf vanished centuries ago and no one was ever born again. But all the facts showed she is indeed a werewolf. So that means, somehow she happened to be the only one female wolf in existence.

Very remarkable! ************************************** I am Lydia Richmond. I am a female werewolf from the Kingsford pack. I am twenty five years old. I am tall, slim, curvy, and beautiful. Adding all features together, I can be classified as a sexy lady. I had no issues whatsoever. I was not only beautiful and curvy, but also full in the right places. My boobs were full and my ass was fleshy enough for a man to hold on to. But despite all these amazing feminine features I possessed, I had an issue which haunted me every second of my life.

Suddenly, a young and gorgeous female wolf appeared in front of us. "Melvin?" she breathed out my name with affection. "Can we talk for a sec?" Karen and I exchanged bothered glances when we just realized the woman was also a werewolf. "Excuse me? Who are you?" I growled at the woman before I pulled Karen behind me to make sure of her safety. Then I glanced at the woman with caution from head to toe and studied the wolf within her. Even if we barely know the woman, my eyes could not deny that she seemed to be one-of-a-kind. One of the most striking things about her is her beautiful, jet-black hair. Her hair frames her face perfectly, highlighting her delicate features, particularly her high

He hesitated for a while before nodding" she gave him a heartfelt smile as she jumped from the rooftop down. Jason looked at the daring woman as he jumped as well. She took off her clothes in the woods and placed them somewhere safe. She turned to watch Jason as he didn't do the same. There was the sound of bones cracking as they turned into full wolfs. She had seen beautiful wolfs, but the pure black wolf was beautiful. She turned into a brown wolf. It was a normal color for most of the female wolves. There was a rare wolf in the world. The silver-white wolf. It had been years since one had been seen. It was the most powerful of the female and could compete with the Alphas and most powerful

They were still bigger than me despite my unique growth so far so I had to be careful. “Elsa Oppenheimer.” The white werewolf said after turning back to her human self. She had such a fierce look on her face, she had golden blonde hair that shimmered in the sunlight and her aura was dense and intimidating. It seemed she was quite blessed by the gods who in addition gave her voluptuous bosoms. She wore a blue uniform that had a crest which read Sheffield academy. She approached me with a primal stare and it was then I noticed how tall she actually was.