Wolf Snow White Novels & Stories

There were small cottages at the sides and few market tents that sold authentic West Mountains’ indigenous carved jewelries and weaved clothing. Werewolf pups are freely running around while their mothers in human form follow them from behind and smile at him. Entering the backdoor at a black with red accented building and passed through the kitchen glass walls. Luke hears what his co-workers said on the other side. “Snow white has arrived, everyone!” “Really? Wait?! Where is he?!” “Can I go out and touch his fur then come back again?” “No! You’ll bring fur inside the kitchen. Do it later. After the service.”

"She said the first time it happened was when she was eight. She set her ma's garden on fire and woke up on her bed with her mama asking her questions about her memory. Her mother always feared that she might have memory loss whenever she woke up. After that, we learned that she'd black out whenever she used the flame after having something akin to a migraine, but it depended on how large it was. She could light a lamp or a cigarette with ease and very minimal headache, but she'd complain of feeling really dizzy and go to bed. The one and only time she said this happened was the night her sister was taken but I think her turning to wolf somehow halted the convulsion and the only thing she re

My eyes widened. “Owl?” Morana picked at her tooth. “Shoot it down!” I widened my eyes, shaking my head. Snow White flew higher in the sky and disappeared before their attacks could reach her. “Whose owl was it?” Morana yelled, shaking with rage. “WHOSE OWL WAS IT?” she growled. “Change the route! NOW!” Verity and I exchanged horrified glances, breathing heavily.

He asked. She stared back at him, confused. Wasn’t that reason enough? Why was he staring at her like he was amazed? “Today, I will tell you a secret,” he said, his gaze hardening, making her anxious. Rising to his feet, Mr. White walked over and leaned against the edge of the table beside her. “I was born with a dead wolf.” Elsa’s mouth parted, her eyes widening in utter shock. Mr. White? The alumnus rumored to have single-handedly beaten the strongest wolf in his set… had a dead wolf?

His intrigued but annoyed voice asks turning to look at me but now my wolf had been brought into the equation, she began to bounce around in my head. “Mate wants to know more about me?!” She cheers excitedly where I had to roll my eyes but do smile at how deadly she can be one moment to jumping around playfully. “She’s a pure snow-white wolf but I’ve been told that sometimes in the sun, her fur can shimmer a tiny bit.” I disclosed what my wolf looked like; I really stood out in wolf form around the other rogues who held brown wolves with patches of black in them. “Snow-white wolves are typically gifted to women with Alpha blood primarily, to an active Alpha’s daughter.” Leo, who seemed to ho

Not a faint trace this time, but an absolute, overwhelming tidal wave of crushed winter mint, sharp ozone, and pure, god-like, ancient power. Through the heavy blur of her failing vision, she saw a massive, towering silhouette emerging from the blinding white wall of the snowstorm. It wasn't a man. It was a wolf. A beast larger than any wolf she had ever seen in her life, its thick fur as blindingly white as the midnight frost, its eyes glowing a piercing, hypnotic, brilliant sapphire blue. The massive white wolf stepped over her frozen, shivering body, its heavy, incredibly warm breath washing over her icy skin. It tilted its massive head down, its nose brushing gently against the curve of

Suddenly, she felt something lunge towards her left side… She and whatever it was that hit her tumbled together on the grass. Shaking her head to recover from her dizziness, she noticed that the perimeter’s beacons along the trees were already right in front of her. So near, and yet so far… She tried to get up from under the heavy figure on top of her while hair-raising howling resounded all around her. Five more wolves have now come out from the shadows and were now surrounding her. Their furs were so dirty that she couldn’t make out their colors, and none of them she recognized.

Wolfgang brushed Douglas' long, sharp-clawed arm aside and flung him into the air. Douglas immediately changed back to his human form, his eyes still filled with hatred, but he knelt before the Wolf King. "Why do you want to kill the prince?" The Wolfkin turned back to his human form and asked Douglas. Douglas, without delay for a second, raised his head and said to the Wolf King: "He stole my wife, sir." "Your wife?" The Wolf King looked at Lily and continued: “Is it her?” “Yes, wolf king!” Lily, who was lying in one place, hugging her body because Douglas had just pushed her hard, immediately stood up.

She was with him the first time she came here, and now she was alone. However, she wasn’t sad or disappointed. Her body and soul were ruined beyond repair… She was still calm; Silje realized that if a person was in too much pain, it could make that person tranquil. It was a gloomy winter day and too early for the park to be crowded with people. Oddly enough though, the lake was swarming with white swans. Staring at them, Silje suddenly felt something. The white swans… “…” The whiteness of them reminded her of ashes, bringing back the devastation to her heart.