Fine Light Skins Novels & Stories

Did I mention that she is also beautiful Light grey with a white under belly and a white streak down my back she almost looks white n silver Mom says I’m blessed by the Moon goddess because I have white fur and White fur means important roles and gifts not that I have seen anything yet I guess my gifts will come once I’m mated I wonder what gift I will have doe some have healing powers or control of elements like my Mom she can control water Anyway I’m old enough not only to find my mate now because I’m 18 that’s the age a wolf is able to sense their mate Well I’m also finally able to leave home I plan to leave for college in August so I’ve been working overtime to graduate early . I can’t w

While they whispered, Anna finished washing her face and returned to the main hall of the pharmacy. … At that moment, I stepped out from the back room and ran right into her. The instant our eyes met, I froze. Her features looked flawless, each line refined and impossibly delicate. Her skin was smooth like polished porcelain with a soft pink glow. The inflamed acne and pus-filled marks from earlier had vanished. Only under close scrutiny could someone find the faintest traces. With her skin restored, her presence radiated a stunning, distant beauty that could stop a room cold. …

The sheer weight of his bulk cracked the surface with a deep boom, sending up a spray of ice shards and steam. But the Light Fae had already launched into the air, rising with a sudden grace on newly-formed silver wings. They shimmered, broad and veined like those of a butterfly. They flapped with a whispering hiss, like silk being pulled taut over blades. As the Light Fae’s hood slipped back, he saw their sharp metallic face clearly once again. Silver hair braided into tight cords, matted flat to the scalp, as if fused to the flesh. Their stark white eyes stared directly into his core.

It felt as if I was ravenous, my body eating Itself to stay alive. I got out of bed, walking towards the window. My eyes burning, I closed and opened them rapidly, adjusting to the light. The sun looked like it had just risen. I put my hand out towards the light, shocked by what I saw. My skin turned a brownish amber that was Shiny and slick to the touch. How best to describe It, I did not know? It was like my skin was glass, but not see through. Like I looked rock hard, yet soft to the touch. I looked shiny, not sparkly, but bright nonetheless. Like the sun hitting stained glass. It didn't hurt, but It was definitely obvious that I... was different. 'What is going on?!' I did not understand

’ Julie thumbs in the direction of the staff that has been peering at us suspiciously. I mentally chuckle at their flushed crimson faces. These people are too pale for my liking. It’s hilarious how quickly their skin picks up shade irrespective of the emotions. I think it’s a con to have a washy complexion. It’s too much to handle. I prefer my ivory skin tone over the flawless skin tone of she-wolves. It’s not a chaos to maintain. You are almost transparent and easily readable. Once they blush, every single creature in the room would get the hinge.

I lost count how many he treated with a lack of attention but I knew when it was done. The crowd silenced as I saw Finigan step forward with the rest of his family. They were just as spectacular as him but the true treasure of the north it would seem was one that they were going to display in full force. Her alabaster skin sparkled with flecks of blue as if she had a line of scales that danced in the light crawling up her arm. Maybe I was mistaken, but then again could she not have been able to hide her fae nature? Her silver skin even glided through the air as if she were swimming in crystal clear waters.

After draping me in a sheer, gauzy overlay, I looked even more delicate. Beata rolled up my sleeves, adding a touch of playfulness and youthful vigor. The light-red lipstick made my skin appear even fairer and finer. Without blush, my skin naturally radiated a rosy hue. It seemed my recent rest had paid off. Beata nodded in satisfaction and said, "This outfit is made of fine materials. The pleated skirt is of soft silk, flowing like water when you move. Paired with the airy gauze and ribbon, you look as if you've stepped out of a painting, fresh and ethereal."

R tapped several icons and then pressed another button on the helmet. She felt warmth radiate through her face. Its intensity kept increasing, and right at the moment, she thought she couldn’t bear it anymore, it stopped. R sucked in his breath when the light around her face faded. Sia looked even more enchanting now. *It is smooth like marble and feels soft like silk.* R said, caressing her cheeks. *Is the process already done?* Sia asked, her eyes widening in surprise. She thought she would have to go through elaborate procedures to get an even skin tone.

With not a little effort, I rolled over onto my back and looked up to see the most beautiful woman I’d ever seen. She had light brown hair with just a hint of red and bright blue eyes and seemed to have as many freckles on her face as there were stars in the sky. Her skin was so pale as to be almost literally white. Her tits weren’t huge, but they were big enough I admit to a bit of jealousy when I realized they weren’t sagging even a little.

The blood red muscle, as red as the apple she held in her hand strangled into a bone-chilling smirk. His skin was fair, unlike the rough and tanned skin of a Vieann person, he had the fair skin of a true Harian, with the soft hue that reflected droplets that fell from the sky (rain), turning the common fair skin of a Harian into a kind of milkish-fair skin…. Beautiful. As she stared, she noticed the shift in his expression, the pull of creases on his forehead, the sweep of his dark eyelashes, only bleached by the touches of fairness on the tips, when they swept up they turned his eyes into the sun setting in a distant horizon.