Wolf Snow White Novels & Stories

851 AD The first snow of the winter was building on the horizon, casting out its tendrils of freezing winds to clear the way. Harvest was well and truly over and the men had returned from their hunting trips to now help with the final touches in securing the Pack's dens for the winter. The season could be cruel here but the wolves had learnt how to fare against the harsh conditions without the aid of the human settlement some fifteen kilometres to the south. But that was because the Northern Star pack had something that other packs didn't; their Luna was a witch.

The witch continues to chant, her eyes concentrating on Nicole’s white wolf. Mother speaks right beside me, “She’s a white wolf.” White wolves aren’t common. Valerie thinks. They haven’t read records of white wolves in their pack, and they certainly haven’t seen one at all. She doubts one will appear in the other packs as well. The witch ends her chant and the ceremonial flames burn out. She stares at Nicole’s wolf with a confused expression on her face before declaring, “The ceremony is done.” She uses her powers to light the four torches once again.

"And finally, the wait is over. I'm proud to call this lady next to me, Mitzy Damon, as my love, my mate, our Luna." And people started howling and they started to shift into their wolf forms. And then they run into the woods still howling. That's how werewolves celebrate very important moments and probably after a while they will run back here again to enjoy the food here and actually party just like humans usually do. "You're not going to run with them?" I asked Eaton. He shakes his head and smiles, but I know he wants to join the whole pack. "I'm not going anywhere without you."

Gerwulf yelped, holding his arm up in defense trying to protect himself from more blows. Hylda attacked him, slashing the air like a mad woman. Eloise finally found the opportunity, biting Delmar's hand hard and screaming for Gerwulf to run. At her words, his head snapped to the side, their eyes locking. Both of them stood as if time had stopped, Eloise unable to understand what was happening as he began running towards her. An earth shaking howl erupted from him, causing crowd goers to fall and drums to tip over. Even Hylda and Finn held their ears in pain. Gerwulf jumped, transforming as if he'd done it his entire life. A large blood red wolf with piercing amber eyes emerging as it barrele

He knew it just as well as we did. “Nate…” “Why?” He asks me and I can see the unshed tears in his crystal eyes. “Why did this happen to you? Why did this happen to her?” I brush the lone tear that managed to escape his eye and cup his cheek. “Because, we are white wolves.”

Cyrus, the largest grey wolf, stepped towards us and bent his head, revering our newest member. Esmerelda followed my gaze and was startled. She tried to get up but kept falling down, unable to coordinate her four legs. Her whines and whimpers tugged at my heart. Cyrus took another step, and Magnus howled long and soulfully, freaking her out. Terror consumed her as she adjusted and flew on top of a granite boulder. She looked at me in utter betrayal before leaping off the rock and sprinting effortlessly over the line of wolves. Her white fur streaked against the dark green mountainside as we all paused in awe.

I swallowed and pulled back, i had questions but i wasn’t sure if this girl could answer it for me. “Ask those questions.” She said and began to draw lines on the snow with her fingers. My eyes widened, could she read my mind too? “Uh-m where am i?” “You’re in the village of the great whites.” she said and made another line close to her feet. “We were an entire village?” I asked again, “Yes, an entire clan of white wolves which lived out in the snow, sacred and protected.” she answered again, twirling her fingers in a circle. “What happened?”

Amid chaos and turmoil, the golden bright light dissipated, revealing the majestic figure of Skylark Bluedawn in her wolf form. She was a beautiful white wolf with a striking gold stripe adorning her forehead. Growling fiercely, she stared down Wolf Arthur, challenging him with every fiber of her being. Meanwhile, Wolf Payne struggled to get up, whimpering as he yearned to protect his beloved mate.

Snow—my white wolf with cold blue eyes—lifted her head. The witch froze. Good. Even without speaking, Snow radiated lethal grace. My body felt heavier, stronger, and wild. Every instinct sharpened. My paws touched the floor with silent promise. The witch’s fingers twitched, drawing runes in a desperate attempt to defend herself, but Snow was already moving. A blur of white. A sharp snap of bones. A wet crack. In the span of a breath, Snow lunged at her, jaws stretching wide. Teeth sank into the witch’s neck and tore through flesh and bone with merciless precision.

"It's not that we like pure black, it's that we like pure colored wolves, pure colored wolves are rare." lyra glanced at their red-black, green-black tails and thought indeed. She asked, "Then you must also have pure white werewolves?" "Yes, that is the famous beauty from Snow Mountain. I heard she's coming down the mountain too, I really want to see her." A pure white wolf, lyra thought, she wanted to see one too, it must look beautiful. "Alright, I'll go tidy up the rooms now." She didn't bring much with her, just some clothes to wear at the moment, and her son's toys.