Disney Villains Snow White Novels & Stories

"You still use it on your beautiful hair..." Every nerve is giving off panic alarms. He's acting nice after what I did to him. That's not a good sign. That's bad. That's bad. Roman tucks a tendril of hair behind my ear. "My Snowwhite... Fairest of them all..." Roman cups my face in his hands. "But I hate Snowwhite now. She fell inlove with the Huntsman... Not a Prince." Roman takes my hand in his, a whiff of his signature cologne hitting me hard as he walks me gently back to my chair.

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.

"I know, and that is why you must die. She loves you. In order for the ritual to work, she must consume the blood from your heart." "I've already consumed the blood from my true love's heart," Pocahontas yelled. "Pick me. Allow me to be your next vessel." The vampire queen paused, as though considering her words. "That's true. And you were my second choice. But this one - " she pointed at me. "Snow White is the Seal, and she is the granddaughter of the elven king. Her body contains a lot more power than yours does." Pocahontas glared. Sheesh. If a look could kill, I'd already be dead. She should be happy. Didn't she get that once Sharra claimed my body, I wouldn't exist anymore?

“No matter what you do, don't let my brother find out what happened between us. I will never forgive you in the same way that I did the rest of you.” “Remember that I am not the same person I was when you gang raped me. I am Violet now, the woman you bow to, the woman capable of resurrecting you, the white witch, as they call me. But let me assure you, they may call me the white witch, but I'm not that kind, so don't get on my nerves.”

things were not adding up. Vivienne's eyes opened. Pure silver. A golden sl*t ran vertically through the irises. she lifted her head in dominance, moonlight struck her pupils and they shone brightly. Her fur became so whiter than snow and a golden strip ran from her nostrils and covered her whole tail. she was a wonder and everyone was marvelled at the sight.

Author's POV Valerina sat at the dining table and looked at Snow. "What do you want to know?" He asked. "Everything which you know?... What is he? Does he have a family? What is mate? What is marking? What is this world?" She bombarded him with questions. "Calm down, woman!" Snow yelled at her. "You are too messy, we'll go by my way of story telling..." Valerina wanted to crush that arrogant bunny in her hands but she controlled herself. She needs him.

Snow—my white wolf with cold blue eyes—lifted her head. The witch froze. Good. Even without speaking, Snow radiated lethal grace. My body felt heavier, stronger, and wild. Every instinct sharpened. My paws touched the floor with silent promise. The witch’s fingers twitched, drawing runes in a desperate attempt to defend herself, but Snow was already moving. A blur of white. A sharp snap of bones. A wet crack. In the span of a breath, Snow lunged at her, jaws stretching wide. Teeth sank into the witch’s neck and tore through flesh and bone with merciless precision.

“What do you want?” “You’ve been naughty, Elle Swanson,” the robotic voice slowly says. “You pretended to live the life of Cinderella. Stole your sister’s first husband and then paid my boss with s*x to take away her second husband.Yet, you hide behind the cloak of righteousness. You want to live like Cinderella but you don’t possess a single kind bone in your body…” “Who the hell are you?” She shrieks. “Your worst nightmare. Be ready, Elle Swanson. I’m coming for you.”

Singularis challenged her. "I don't want to hurt you, Anatashi. Winter would have never allowed this. Why you? Why now?" Singularis asked her. After her wolves left her, and she was sure they wouldn't catch this, she turned to the Royals, smiled a wicked smile at Tristan. "I was hoping that I'd never have to show you this side of me, but Winter gave me the power to deal with you, Singularis. I don't want to hurt you, Rex, or Tristan. Just let Kit out. Your Curse will be the end of you, Singularis. Just as Winter predicted!" Anatashi exclaimed.

As the royal guards start approaching me, I lift my eyes up to where Dominic sits, but I don't spare him a glance this time around as my eyes lock on the devious woman next to him, that same devilish victory smile on her face as she holds my gaze. Laura. In that moment, all other emotions give way and I am overpowered by the strongest of all. Hatred. She may have won now, the prize being a grand life which should’ve been mine, while I'm sent away to rot and die. But she would be foolish to believe that this is the end, that I wouldn’t fight every force that tries to come in the way of getting my revenge. Then I turn to Sylvia who’s at the front row behind me, she averts her gaze too quickly