A Gorgeous White Novels & Stories

He grinned as he stared at her face. Her green eyes was something he couldn't just stop staring at and he didn't plan on stopping anytime soon. Damien walked a step closer to her and placed his hand on her face. "You have extraordinary beautiful eyes Aurora, and I'm very serious" Aurora was quite a looker. Even though she looked so simple and normal, she was actually a very beautiful person with a calm demeanor. Was it because she was a white witch? White witches are known to be the opposite of the black witches. Good and evil, selfless and selfish. There were a lot of things that differentiated the white witches from the black witches, even though there are so many white witches who turned

Mia stood in front of the full-length mirror in her bedroom, heart racing as she adjusted the tiny white bikini she had bought specifically for this trip. The fabric was barely there two delicate triangles that barely contained her full breasts and a bottom that sat high on her hips, accentuating the curve of her sun-kissed waist and the swell of her ass. She turned sideways, admiring how the white contrasted against her smooth, tanned skin. Her long wavy dark hair cascaded down her back, still slightly damp from the shower.

Important. Until a sharp, sudden tap landed against my shoulder. The music didn't stop, but my feet did. I turned around, a bright, lingering smile still on my face, but it instantly froze in my throat. Standing right behind me was a stunning white woman. She looked like she had just stepped off a Parisian runway—tall, effortlessly elegant, with long, pin straight black hair cascading down her back, and sharp, piercing black eyes. She was wearing a breathtaking white silk gown that practically glowed under the chandeliers, making her look like royalty.

Sabrina’s POV Nymeria had asked to talk, and Axel provided us with a room. I sat in a chair across her while whole Damon stood behind me, his prescence both unnerving and grounding. Axel had left to give us privacy. I couldn’t stop staring at Nymeria. She was like something carved out of snow impossibly beautiful, wrapped in an impeccably elegant aura. Her hair was white. Not pale blonde, not silver…pure white, like untouched frost. Even her lashes were white, the claok she wore was white as wellz

I ask curiously "She looked almost white, but she was a very very light gray that looked white in the moonlight." A white wolf is a rare wolf, a pure wolf as they would say. A white wolf is blessed by the Moon Goddess. "Interesting." I looked down at my watch. It was eight-o-clock already. "Did you want Lana to bring a dress or two for Tessa?" Mom asked. "Sure, since she'll need another nice dress for the gala" I said as I sat in one of the chairs in front of my desk. "Okay, I'll tell her to bring some, what colors would you say for her."

Bad trip, I'm cold! It was as if the air stopped when a woman appeared in my eyes. It is white, and her hair is silver due to her old age but its beauty cannot be denied. If I was beautiful to him even though the skin was wrinkled, what else would it have been when he was just my age? But shit, I saw a picture of them in Snow Fall. I thought it was enhanced because it was painted, but shit, it looks really real.

Arianna The dress Arielle had made for me was the most beautiful thing I had ever seen. Pure white silk that flowed like water when I moved. The neckline was modest but the back was completely open, showing the mating mark Jax had given me. Arielle had insisted on white even though I protested that it felt too much. Too much like I was claiming to be something pure and innocent when I was neither of those things. “White is not about purity,” she had said while adjusting the fabric at my waist. “It is about power and the Moon Goddess. About claiming your place as the White Wolf. Everyone in that clearing is going to see you and they are going to understand exactly what you are.”

She greets the woman formally, and I use the moment to take another look at the shifter world’s revered deity. Her beautiful gown is in a Grecian style and perfectly encapsulates her body. It’s a gorgeous shiny white, with silver cords wrapped around her waist, crisscrossing up her torso to just under her bust and little silver gathers in the same silver cords on the tops of her shoulders. Her skin is pale. Very pale. But not pasty or undead looking, just lacking the melanin from sunshine. And she’s barefoot as she’s walking through her meadow.

A bell tolled in the distance, ringing louder and louder until it was brighter. As bright as the sun… laughter. And the scent of fresh summer grass. Oh my fucking goddess… I was no longer drowning in endlessness. Instead, I was running—breathless, excited for no reason. Soon I saw the reason. Ahead of me, a girl raced forward, her long white hair floating in the wind, her soft sunflower dress flowing around her like delicate waves. The most beautiful shade of white I had ever seen. My mouth parted. The name was at the top of my tongue—Whitee. As if on cue, her laughter filled the air, burning through me… light and carefree.

I took a glance to see that all the rogues were dead and now my mate was eyeing me in worry as he tried to tear down the ice wall once again to help me. I closed my eyes, concentrating back on the situation at hand. My hands trembled, controlling the extent of power it was radiating. Soon that bastard's hair started glowing white, just like mine. I smirked at my plan working. My smile grew wider when a white light emerged on his chest, stretching out to take all over his body. He grew a little tense now. With every inch the white light moved to cover his body, he grew stiffer. "What... what are you doing Aurora?" He started to panic. "I can't move!" He screamed. I tilted my head, my lips tug