Romans & histoires Snow White Wolf

She couldn't live another day in that house. A twig snapped under her feet and she stumbled, then leaned against a tree, trying to catch her breath. She unwrapped the blanket and stuffed it into her bag, putting the bag over her neck. Then she began to morph slowly but surely, until where a scared lady stood mere seconds ago, a beautiful white wolf stood now. She shook the moisture off her fur and continued running.

Should have made me pull away. Instead, my wolf purred. Outside, a branch snapped. We both froze. Someone was still here. Someone was watching.

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

As she looked across the clearing it was filled with wolves, black, brown, grey, sable, and one lone white wolf. He was immense and stood on the precipice, watching those below. A black wolf that was just as big approached and stood by his side. They exchanged glances and looked in her direction. She had to side step to avoid being bowled over by the gigantic black panther that barreled past her on her way to the top of the bluff. She rubbed her body along the side of the white wolf. She purred as he licked her head.

Then, one day, a challenger arrived unlike any other. He was a great white wolf, with a coat as bright as snow. The pack gathered around him, their eyes wide with awe. "I am Ivar," the wolf said, "and I am here to claim the title of alpha."

Storm went back to the waterfall and basked in the sun, it was peaceful, "You always find a way to me." She opened her eyes in a heartbeat and it was Chase, she rolled her eyes and it was too late for her to stop it. In a flash he was on top of her and pinning her down, she tried but there was no point, it was hopeless, he was way too powerful. "I have to teach you a lesson." "For what Chase? Seems like you're having a huge obsession." "How can I not, the only white wolf." "Then take me to a lab so I can get looked at."

I watched through her eyes, powerless, as she lunged at the bear. The queen stood tall, raising her claws, a faint glow gathering around her paws, but she was no match for the ruthless precision of the my wolf With a feral snarl, my wolf pounced, sinking her claws deep into the queen’s chest. The bear roared in pain, as the wolf dug mercilessly, retrieving the shimmering crystal lodged inside her heart. The Heartstone wasn’t like the others I’d seen before, it was pure white. My wolf dropped it into the obsidian vase Xareth always carried. And that was when everything changed.

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

Therefore, he is aware that Raven is a white wolf. "Yes, Adolpha. When we were young, Dad used to read us that story every time. She was the betrayed Luna, and her wolf was white. The strongest and purest wolf. According to legend, Raven is the only white wolf. Rare, so there is no wolf who has been white since then." Simon met her gaze. "Maybe you should think it over. I doubt it was a white wolf that you saw." Immediately, Simon left her room.

_--_--_--_--_--_--_--_--_--_--_--_--_--_--_ **Rex’s Dream** Rex comes to in a wide clearing. He was about 10 feet away from a huge salt and pepper colored wolf with red eyes staring at a snow white wolf with one jade green eye and one sky blue eye. Snapping his head to face the wolf at his side, shock slapping him in the face like lightning. “What is going on? Dear Creator, this is me, and that’s…my human?” Rex exclaimed over the wind picking up and howling around them. What is this? I have already lived this. I have never seen this side of when we met as wolves.