Wolf Snow White Novels & Stories

Where moments ago a fragile twenty-year-old girl had writhed among the torn remains of a fur cloak, something entirely different now lay in the snow. I slowly released her shoulder—no longer a shoulder—and leaned back on my knees, unable to tear my gaze away. Caroline was finished. She lay on her side, her body matted with snow and the sweat of transformation, drawing deep, ragged breaths. With every exhale, a cloud of white vapor bloomed around her muzzle. “My gods…” Myra whispered behind me, her voice barely audible. She was a white wolf. Not pale. Not light gray. But blindingly white, like freshly fallen snow under moonlight, without a single dark marking. And yet it was not her color tha

Ronan The moment she shifted, I forgot how to breathe. I’d seen wolves my entire life. Hundreds of them. Every color the gods had bothered to invent—silver, ash, bone, dusk, storm. I’d even seen white wolves before. But nothing like this. She stood before me solid and seamless, her fur so purely white it almost hurt to look at—no cream, no yellow, no shadow of warmth anywhere in it. Just moon-bright, snow-born white, like she’d been carved from winter itself instead of born into it.

He smiled reassuringly but that night when everyone was asleep he slipped out into the forest, shifting quickly he ran mile after mile until he reached the very outskirts of his boundaries. Leaping onto a large boulder he stood gazing across the land his eyes brilliant golden orbs, the wind lifted his snow-white coat but he remained still searching for something. When he found it he startled the green-eyed beauty who was shocked to sense him looking through her eyes at her reflection in the mirror. She was not afraid of him staring challengingly back at the beautiful white Wolf and a seed was planted in each of them. He stepped back from her mind and lifted his head howling into the wind and

I will kill them. But suddenly, something explodes from the underbrush. It isn’t Frank. It is a huge white wolf with blue eyes and boy does it look pissed. It knocks me out of the way. I notice how its fur reflects the moonlight. I have never seen this wolf before and I can’t look away. He is beautiful. The White Wolf bares his fangs as he advances on the three wolves. They whine and scatter. Their tails are low, ears pressed back, as they slink into the shadows like a scolded puppy.

As I cross the threshold, nothing happens—no wave of terror, no all-consuming darkness, just the warm glow of the house's interior. I let out a sigh of relief and turn to Chloe. "Thank you for letting me in," I say with genuine gratitude. ~~~ SCARLETT EYES VIVALDI, A mischievous twinkle in her eyes, still under the impression he's just a harmless kid. "So," she begins, curiosity brimming in her voice, "where were you when Snow White was trapped inside the mansion?" Vivaldi pauses, cocking his head as if deep in thought. "Well," he drawls, "I was... you know, trying to cool off the steam in my head."

Jake’s heart skipped a beat as he looked down into the crystal blue eyes of his intended. They were the same colour as the water around a glacier, with a darker, almost violet ring in the center of them. He remembered her mother’s wolf, then looked at the thick, shinny white hair that was cascading over her slender shoulders and realized her eyes would be blue as ice water and her fur as white as snow. His wolf growled in appreciation. Jake didn’t realize he’d actually made a noise until Liana’s eyes widened and she stepped back in alarm.

But hopefully, this would just be the standard, run-of-the-mill, confused rogue. We followed the scent to a rocky hill that turned into a mountain, continuing up some rugged terrain. We dug our sharp claws into the stone, making our way up quickly and efficiently, stopping at a plateau partway up. Resting on the ledge, looking over the forested land, was a she-wolf with thick, dark-brown fur and icy-blue eyes. The three of us instantly surrounded her as she got up onto her four legs, turning to face us. She slowly moved her head, making eye contact with each of us one by one, her face emotionless.

I continued acting like someone crazy as soon I got back, the kids stopped crying as soon as they saw me. I acted like a scared little girl and even tried to cry just to make the audience feel sympathy for me. In the original script of Snow White, she'll find small animals that will help her find her way to the cottage of the Seven Dwarfs. But since Mika made some modifications in the script, instead of finding cute and small animals, Snow White will knock out unconscious. Then she'll be picked up by the friendly wolf, which is played by Kyros obviously. You know what makes me feel weird? His costume! It's too ridiculous! He's almost wearing nothing and that's how Mika wants it.

Alastor lifted himself off of me and let out a sigh. "I'll follow them," Dakari muttered and jumped off the stage, his clothes shredding around him. Tasha stared after him before giving in and jumping off the stage as well. Her wolf was the color of her skin. Chocolate brown. Her fur looked like a different texture too but she sped away too quickly. Alastor looked toward Alma. She sighed in defeat and followed the two. Her wolf looked like Alastor just a lot smaller and she had white accents. He phased and rolled onto his back next to me. "That was a disaster." He whispered.