Wolf Snow White Novels & Stories

The wolf with black fur started walking towards Lyca, exposing its fangs and glaring at her with fierce crimson eyes. Lyca's last hope gradually faded "— Please, please... I won't die until I've avenged my father and mother... I also can't leave the entire kingdom in the hands of a wicked witch..." She is aware that the animal in front of her did not comprehend what she was saying. Nonetheless, Lyca desired to release the contents of her heart.

she states. " As you are aware, each white wolf has special abilities. There are four key powers that are very powerful, they are the elements of nature. These elements are Earth, Fire, Water, and Air. ” She explained it to us. “Very rare white wolves possess the main four powers of the elements. However, you both seem to possess more than one power of the elements. ” She proclaims. "But we don't even know what type of powers we possess, "I pointed out.

Felix asked, looking into the eyes of the old woman, trying to see if he was lying. " As you know, the White Wolves were the first of the werewolf generation. They were blessed by the Moon Goddess with immense power as well as wisdom. They lived peacefully with little conflict, but that all changed with the power struggle. With White Wolves being on top of the supernatural food chain, every other supernatural creature wanted a taste of that power. The first is Drakoen, the mage of darkness. He was just a mere mage who wanted to be something. The only way to do it was through marrying the White Wolf, Princess Alvira. She was a bright and kind young woman who just wished for eternal peace," sh

That was the moment Maddox and Vlora decided to have the ceremony of the little wolf, Crystal. The ceremony is held in their family for a long time and just for the girls..that all the witches could know her as the Dasher woman. And after the delight was over, all of the witches and the wolves went back to their tents go sleep. Conrard and Vlora went to take a round of the surroundings. They were in their wolf form, walking side by side. Her white fur was looking beautiful under the moonlight...her green eyes moved to focus on him with a hint of a twinkle.

I caught her scent about further 100m away, behind a fountain. Her wolf emerged from the water. White, her wolf was white.Gorgeous.My wolf was Liam, her's was Ophelia, our wolves met, and seemed to like each other well. White is a very rare color, very few have them. Especially a female wolf being white. It was amazing since the white fur was given to the most powerful wolfs only, this is the first time I saw a she-wolf with white fur

Darius lunged toward me, but the ground split between us as energy exploded from my skin. I screamed, at least I think I did, because everything was noise. Pain swirled around me, followed by light and then silence. The air shifted, but I didn't miss the way my bones realigned in a swift, liquid pull, snapping into a new shape I had never felt before. My skin dissolved into fur, white as moonlight. My heartbeat stabilized, my breathing deepened, and I stood. On four legs. A hush spread through the field, and it would have remained like that had someone not whispered. “A… snow wolf?”

feeling. I'm beginning to panic. I can't wrap my mind around how I could be a wolf! How is this possible? I ask myself out loud as I'm pacing the yard. I feel that same feeling; my eyes are burning, my heart is beating fast, and my fingers are hurting this time more than the first time, causing me to scream so loud that my sisters come running outside. I'm now at my knees, holding my eyes shut and my hands in the pockets of my hoodie. They get to my side asking what's wrong, trying to help me up in trying to hide what's happening to me, but the pain is so intense I can't fight it monaye grabs my left hand out of my pocket when I fall over in intense pain she looks at my hand and drops it qu

That was a great plan, and hopefully, one that wouldn’t get her into trouble. Dorothy stripped completely naked, and the sound of bones cracking filled the silence of the room. In a fluid motion, a majestic white wolf took her place, its fur gleaming in the dim light. With a swift leap, it bounded out of the window, landing gracefully before dashing toward the woods. The cool, fresh air ruffled through its fur as the wolf sprinted through the trees, savoring the freedom of the run.

As I look at her, I try to calm my passionate heart to continue focusing on her and the surroundings. A beam of light comes out of Isabella's chest, illuminating the entire night sky while she roars so loudly that it can be heard all the way to the border. With Claire, we watch open-mouthed, waiting to see everything that is happening. Then, a layer of white hair covers her entire body. Her eyes change to a deep blue. It is at that precise moment that the most beautiful white wolf with platinum tips I have ever seen appears before us: Aika.

She slowly removed the trousers from her legs and saw white hair growing there too. All this she saw with her own eyes for the very first time, and she was unable to understand it because it was not ordinary hair but wolf hair. It was the color of silver or snowflakes or even a clear night in winter. Just that no one had seen anything like it before, it was not black or brown or grey nor blonde; it wasn't a pale blonde or a dark brown, nor a light blond either, but pure white hair - so pure.