Wolf Snow White Novels & Stories

The only thing that mattered was the absolute silence in her soul. She sprinted out into the raging blizzard. The freezing wind whipped against her face, but she didn't even feel it. With a bright, violent flash of pure white light, she shifted mid-stride. Her body expanded, her clothes melting away into thick, magnificent snow-white fur. The massive White Wolf let out a desperate, echoing howl that tore through the mountain valley, and then she charged down the rocky slope like a streak of lightning. The closer she got to the base of the ridge, the darker the sky became. The clean white snow turned into a disgusting, greasy gray mud, covered in falling black ash.

The eight wolves were not wolves at all. Their forms shifted. Melted. Revealed something underneath. Eight figures made of shadow and hunger. Eight fragments of the second Void wearing stolen flesh. “No,” Aurora breathed. “That is impossible. They were human. I checked. I verified their bloodlines.”

I didn’t tell him I am also curious to know who this white wolf is, such pure white fur, my whole life I have not seen any complete white wolf until today. ‘She is Irene’ suddenly I heard Kaden’s joyful voice and my eyes widened, I once again glanced at white wolf and when focused, inhaled deeply, her scent hit me, she was indeed our mate. I had lost my voice, because she was holding the neck of last remained rogue in her mouth and slowly turned, facing us. I inhaled a sharp breath, she was beautiful, her blue eyes fiercely looking into mine and I knew she and Kaden had connected themselves. Right in front of my eyes she slit the rogue’s throat, her fur was covered with blood around her mout

And then, from the edge of the forest, a great she-wolf emerged. Not flesh. Not fur. Spirit. Translucent white, eyes glowing like pale moons. I stumbled back. But her voice slid into my mind like warm honey over shattered glass. “Bloodbound.” “What are you?” I whispered aloud. Her head tilted. “You are. You were. You must remember.” The world tilted. “Remember what?” But she didn’t answer. She turned and disappeared into the forest. My legs moved before my mind did. I followed her deeper than I should’ve gone. Past the sanctuary’s borders. Through snow-laden woods until the trees thinned—and I found them.

Without her in sight, I start digging where the scent is, unsure if I am wasting time by doing so. Only a few inches below the surface of the snow, my paws scrape across the black sweatshirt I had given her to wear a few nights ago, the sweater she had worn out here with me. I start digging around her faster, trying to move the snow from her face with my snout. The thought of shifting back crosses my mind, but I push it away when I realize I can move faster as a wolf to get her out.

And here every single wolf is white. “Do you like it?” suddenly a woman’s voice asks me from behind, making me startle. I thought that I am alone here. I looked at her and my heart stopped. It can’t be, but she looks just the way I’ve heard. Tall, slim, with white blonde hair long until her waist, braided and decorated with little shining stars. Her skin is so white and pure that you could say that she doesn’t have even a drop of blood in her system, and maybe she doesn’t. Maybe she is dead too…

I said to her softly. “Really?” she asked, sounding excited. “What is it?” I asked her again. “It is two wolves. One is black, with a crown. The other is white, with what looks like a halo,” she said to me. “They are beside each other, looking up to the moon,” she added. “The white wolf has a halo?” I asked her to clarify.

And of course, he didn't want to put it to the test. He's been sitting behind the big stone for about an hour when he suddenly sees the undergrowth move. The White Wolf, or rather, Luna Queen Drina is arriving. When she has crossed the border, she proudly stands on her hind legs and points her snout at the moon. However, her loud howl of triumph, as werewolves often do in their tribute to the moon, is lacking, she stares and sniffs a few times at the sky. Interesting. Jace continues to watch the spectacle.

Which is why Albus got away with calling the alpha rabbit food. "Come on alpha!, why so glum?" Albus asked. Legolas growled, pulling the covers over his head and hoping that would get Albus the hint to get lost. It didn't. Nothing to get the ball of energy out of the room unless his mate called him. Perks of being a white wolf. Something very rare. White wolves weren't affected by the alpha's command since they were descendants of the moon goddess.

“Her wolf is very noticeably different.” “Lorenzo, she’s a white witch. One of the most powerful elemental witches there is. And you’re telling me she can perform that same magic in wolf form too?” Granny leaned against the bannister, worry creeping in faster and faster. “No one can know about this Lorenzo.”