Modern Snow White Novels & Stories

Felix said under his breath. If I could roll my eyes I would but instead I turned to the moon that now hung high in the sky Illuminating its bright white light down on us. I lifted my snout to the sky letting out a powerful howl causing others in the area to bowel back in response. “They’re all acknowledging her as Luna.” Axel said proudly. “Oh course they are, we are a powerful white wolf, the goddess’s favorite.” Sage said snickering. I wanted to play around with my mates for a bit and make them chase me.

"Mabel is the one who—" "Shut up!" Samson roared, his claws starting to extend. But before he could shift, his nose twitched. He caught my scent—the true, unhidden scent of my inner wolf that was no longer suppressed by dirt or dyes. His eyes widened to the size of saucers as he realized what lay beneath my skin. "She is a White Wolf..." Samson whispered, his voice cracking with a sudden, terrifying realization.

As Max had phrased it, ‘You could fuck a tree, and as long as you are a good person, I would accept you. I’m currently sitting by the lake; this has become my paradise. We have been blessed with a small flock of swans who have decided to make a stop on their way south for the winter. They are truly majestic creatures and appear unfazed by the presence of wolves. Their pure white feathers glisten when wet, and they own the water.

Very quickly, they lifted the huge trophy over their heads and cheered joyously… The moment they lifted the trophy, a golden shower of shiny glitter rained down on the stage. Suddenly, the golden glimmers expanded across the entire stage, engulfing everyone within. It was a magnificent sight. After everyone held the trophy up for a while, Xyla and the others put it down together. Immediately after that, Snowy walked closer to Team XS. Snowy wore a white, silk, traditional dress with her hair pulled into a simple bun. She had youthful-looking airy bangs and intricate make-up on. Snowy was extremely beautiful… However, when Xyla stood next to her, Snowy suddenly paled in comparison…

"I feel like Snow White in this." Bianca stated as she was sitting in a big log prop as she's being surrounded by deers and rabbits. She's already in a casual attire that they bought right after they finish eating at the restaurant. Chase is standing behind a professional photographer he called after their lunch.

"We're in The Devil's Lair. We've been brought as tributes. You can't make trouble or they might kill you before you even get a chance to see him." "The Devil?" I asked, stunned and suddenly terrified. Nodding again, the girl quickly whispered, "I'm Donna. My parents saved me to offer him. I hope he picks me! If I become his Luna, my parents will get to live in the Alpha House with me and my whole family will benefit. I'm the first Snow White our line has had in generations." A Snow White was a werewolf female with pure white fur: the strongest female, the Alpha female, the most desirable and beautiful mate for wolves to have.

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.

Oliver shook his head, “I don’t think he could be of any help. Take a look at what we are facing right now, and he is still outside and playing.” The other four agreed in silence. Snow sat in front of the mirror and put on makeup. An excellent disguise needs to be flawless and spotless. She saw Nayara peeking through the small gap of her door. She grinned and urged her to come inside. Snow noticed the thing she was hiding behind her. “You brought something for me?” Nayara bit her lips and shyly took out a beautiful dress behind her, “For you.” Snow’s eyes widened when she saw the dress. The top was white with a red gradient on its skirt. She really liked the dress.

Still, Ciana was loyal, a great find in Sharra, and I wouldn't dismiss her. "Jasmine, did you hear me? I don't like it when you call me Snow." Mom's words brought me up short and my wings fluttered spastically. I glanced back at her. "It's your name, isn't it? You're Snow White, the Vampire Queen." I forced myself not to make a face and sat at the chair in front of my vanity.

Winter nods in agreement, standing by Scarlett like a loyal sentry. “Totally,” Winter agrees, her eyes narrowing as she scans the screen with intense focus. Winter's gaze stays locked on the mysterious image, her eyes burning with intensity. “The house in this photo looks like it's had a major makeover,” she explains. “It's all sleek lines and modern vibes, completely different from the old-school Renaissance mansion I saw before.” The room falls silent, like a held breath waiting to be released. I can't help but chuckle. But Winter and Scarlett shut me down fast, their voices firm and serious.