Wolf Snow White Novels & Stories

The grainy wall seemed to pulsate to the beat of Nueva's racing heart. A low terrifying growl seeped out from behind the misty layers. The white wolf turned its beautiful large head, locked its sapphire blue eyes with Nueva’s, and spoke in a soft, melodic voice. “Nueva, the primordial Ice wolf. You and only you can break the frost demon’s curse.” The white wolf broke their eye contact and turned her head towards the glistening fog. Nueva tried to speak, but no words would leave her mouth. She had so many questions, but she couldn’t ask any in her dream state.

For them they were a bunch of hypocrite that prevented all the people from having a happy, material life. And that's when the endless fraud between the White Wolf's Clan and the Black Wolf's Clan. The White Wolf's Clan was on constant mission to annihilate them, but the Black Wolf's Clan was just as powerful as the them. Until Alexandra, Vee and Monika came and convinced both sides to compromise and make peace. And fortunately, they were able to convince both sides. They knew this peace negotiation was an absurd thing to do but they could only hope that everything went well tomorrow.

Snow White. The large white wolf, with his thick fur and unsettlingly intelligent eyes, lay beside her, his breathing slow and steady. But Michael barely spared the animal more than a glance. His focus was on her. On the way her delicate fingers were buried in the wolf’s thick fur. On the way her body pressed so trustingly, so intimately, against the creature’s warmth. And worst of all, the way her face—so serene, so utterly content—was nestled against its back. Michael’s expression did not change at first. He was too stunned to react.

I am Ametrinova, my she-wolf is black, but the tips of the tail and ears have a peculiar coloration, like the color of Ametrin. - What? - I could not resist. - In the forest, among the trees, you won't even notice. But in the light of the sun's rays, they are slightly purple, - she leaned back, putting her hands under her head, - Although Maxim and I are similar, but the shades are different. - Yeah? ... And what's the difference? - Alinka chuckled. Realizing that she caught me, she was embarrassed and tried to get out: - What is your color?

Vanguard, Grimm, Hilarion, and Slake took turns moving their rods near her mouth so that whenever someone was about to blow, she could harvest the delicious nectar without a break. Snow White focused all her energy on licking, her tongue flicking the notched heads and teasing their openings before engulfing them to the root. Storm tensed up, his hips bucking in the air. "Ooh... is she trying to suck us dry? Sss... oh... ooh... I’m gonna blow! Suck it!" SPLURT!! SPLURT!!

After I was done with her, I was making my way back to my apartment when my wolf nudged me. ‘Can we please go out for a run? I feel like I've been trapped forever!’ That's my wolf, Snow. Honestly I feel bad for her. But it's not really my fault I have to roam around disguised as a human. We know what can happen if we slip up. It is very easy for my wolf to cover up her scent though, one of the perks of being a White Wolf. After thinking about it, I decided to let her out for a few hours.

“Their membership was revoked and they were kicked out. I believe the white witch was enraged that day.” “Did you just say white witch?” Dylan checked. “Yes, that is how the owner is referred to.” “Are you talking about a real witch or something?” “To be honest, I don't know, but what I noticed was that she only wore white clothes and had white hair.” “Is she really that old?” “She appears to be very young; no one knows anything about her. She's a mystery, but she's also the most beautiful woman I've ever seen.” He couldn't believe such a thing existed, but whatever it was, it wouldn't hurt to see for himself.

The wind howled through the narrow, snow-choked streets of Snowridge, as if warning anyone who dared to venture out into the deadly storm. Asha Frostheart, her face partially hidden beneath a fur-lined cloak, moved swiftly through the thick snowfall, her white wolf companion, Ghost, at her side. The blizzard's icy bite pierced through her layers of clothing, but her focus remained unbroken.

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.

“Your wolf is nothing like the ones the rest of us carry. She is the legendary White Wolf—a creature as breathtakingly beautiful as she is rare. However, her nature is a complex one; she is deeply shy, a trait she has carried through the ages,” Valerius explained, his voice resonant with the weight of his experience.