Novel & Cerita Albino Oc

According to werewolf law, since we were the Alpha and Luna of the pack, we needed to submit the agreement to the Alpha Council for approval before the bond could be officially severed. I read through it over and over, finally signing my name with trembling hands, ending my fourteen years of unrequited love. As dawn broke, I couldn't bear to stay there anymore. I had just changed clothes and was about to leave when a sharp alarm suddenly sounded. It was Alexander! I spun around, my heart nearly stopping. "Dad!" Stumbling as I pushed open the door, the line on the monitor had gone flat. I frantically called for an ambulance while repeatedly trying to reach Ethan.

she threatened, and he raised his hands in surrender. "They're always like this, don't worry," the guy on my left said, breaking the tension. I looked over and saw a guy with white hair, white eyebrows, almost pink eyes, and extremely pale skin. He had albinism, making him one of the rarest friends I had ever come across. Despite his unique appearance, he was undeniably attractive, with a well-defined jawline and a breathtaking smile. "I'm Kai," he introduced himself, extending his hand for me to shake. I took it, and he pulled me closer, throwing his arm around my shoulder.

Seeing Allen's behavior of biting her nails again, this time Sebestian simply grabbed the hand she was chewing to stop the bite from continuing and pulled her hand to carefully observe the condition of the Omega fingertips. Allen fingers are long and have distinct knuckles. The skin on the fingertips is not as bad as Sebestian expected, but the edges of the nails are not as smooth and complete as those of ordinary people, but rough. This situation is not only the case with the nails of one finger; the nails of the five fingers of the youth are equally miserable. Sebestian asked Allen to raise her other hand for him to check. The condition of the fingernails that had not yet been ravaged was

My mane of white hair, streaked with those dark blue tips I’d dyed as a girl, cascaded wild around my face and shoulders, framing the beast I had become. Claws glinted obsidian-black at the ends of long, powerful fingers, my body towering, muscled, yet graceful, every curve built for speed and strength. My features, though Lycan, were still me—still Alora. Only… transformed. *I’m… albino,* I whispered, my voice cracked with disbelief. *Of course we are,* Jag said softly, pride thrumming in her tone. *Did you really think the Moon Goddess would give us anything less than her own image?*

The water was warm, and immediately Alana was lowered into the tub with bubbling water. She bit her lower lip as her eyes closed. Her wound stung a little, it was the worst ever. However, what was worse was having Ricardo in the room? Ricardo stared at Alana's back, her skin was flawless. He noticed she had a birthmark near her left ear. This was wrong, he wasn't supposed to look; hence he closed his eyes right away.

His wide neck along with his Adam’s Apple became a small curvy throat that blended in well with an ultra shapely chest full of cleavage. “What the hell is a matter with you guys? You guys act as though you’ve never seen an albino-skinned bitch before.” The albino woman released a chilling laugh while putting her hand on her hip. Every time she would speak, her eyes would flash like lightning. There were also strange tribal tattoos on the woman’s face and arms. And the tattoos resembled gang sign graffiti.

" We strong we handle this. Over soon nearly there I feel it." Thank the goddess for that I didn't know how much longer I could deal with it. When all of a sudden it was over and fur sprouted all over me. Dax was looking at me in awe. "What?" I ask "Your almost blue in colour, I have never seen that before and your eyes are different you have one purple and one gold. Your also about the same size as Edon." I felt great now though, like this is what I should have been doing for years, I felt whole. Tilly was over joyed with finally been free.

she murmured, nibbling on her fingernail. "Stay calm. Surely the others are exaggerating." They did not. I opened my mouth in shock just seeing him. He was indeed an impressive man. He had white hair, but not gray. In fact, he was an albino His gesture was a bit serious, but he seemed to smile at the reaction he had caused. His eyes were blue, cold. His features were sharp, while his gesture was impassive. A sorcerer.

But I have been to the countryside, and I have seen the overabundance of pale horses myself. A farm in Dartmoor recently reported that one of their albino horses gave birth to a human boy. The boy allegedly lived for a single day before he was devoured from the inside by long, coiling worms. As the boy had never been left alone, it was believed that he was born with the worms already inside of him. The worms disappeared into the wilds before the farmers could squash them.

Effie leans towards me and hands me her phone. I tap the play button on the screen and watch Zara on her back on the floor. She keeps moving side to side and finally is on her belly. The voices in the background come from Effie and Logan, and everybody else cheers her on. I smile and aw at Zara as she tries to get on her stomach. Her cute small figure was the size of a doll, and I couldn't believe her eyes were somewhat violet. I have never seen a person with a color like that. I don't know if it's normal, but to what Effie said that Doctor Warren called it albinism, a low level of pigment in the skin, hair, and eyes, maybe because her birth mother took drugs that can affect the child inside