Ode To Snow White Novels & Stories

Inevitable as snow. ~~~

Mira clawed at her throat, her eyes wide, terrified, her fingers scraping at nothing as the invisible force tightened around her neck. Rowan lifted his other hand to finish it, and that’s when it happened. A flash of white. No, it wasn't white. It was blinding, holy even and almost impossible. It erupted right in front of Rowan, exploding outward like a star being born. Every warrior, every puppet, every creature on the field cried out and shielded their eyes. I fell onto my hands as the world turned winter white. “What…?!” Rowan snarled, stumbling back. The light reached my skin, warm, and familiar, and I just knew who it was.

The picture then started fogging up with mixes of gray and black, having him cough even more hard he whipped a fan out blowing it away, he sat back down coughing a couple more putting the pipe straight in. “What is— the password?” He took out the pipe saying it slow and steady, extending the “s” in password looked down at Snow continuing knitting the sweater. “Strange Magic is a Dark Art.” Snow spoke loud and proud, putting her hands together she smiled waiting for him to take action. He rolled his eyes opening the frame, she pushed the picture to the side struggling to get to open. Zander gripped the frail frame and helped pull out the door for us all to go inside.

Where moments ago a fragile twenty-year-old girl had writhed among the torn remains of a fur cloak, something entirely different now lay in the snow. I slowly released her shoulder—no longer a shoulder—and leaned back on my knees, unable to tear my gaze away. Caroline was finished. She lay on her side, her body matted with snow and the sweat of transformation, drawing deep, ragged breaths. With every exhale, a cloud of white vapor bloomed around her muzzle. “My gods…” Myra whispered behind me, her voice barely audible. She was a white wolf. Not pale. Not light gray. But blindingly white, like freshly fallen snow under moonlight, without a single dark marking. And yet it was not her color tha

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. The only thing Snow White about me was the wedding dress I was wearing though it was not pristine after all I'd been through. Pushing the voluminous skirt down, I wriggled around until I was sitting up beside Donna. We were both secured with zip ties at our wrists and thick ropes at our ankles. A look down the row revealed all the women were trussed up the same way: virgin sacrifices for the last Lycan. Fear prickled through me, making my skin hypersensitive as I grew more and more worried about what was going to happen to me next.

Snow. Vanessa lifted her fingers toward the top of the glass ceiling. A gust of chilly wind blew through the room and settled in the air. A sheet of soft sparkling snowflakes began to fall around them. They quickly became larger and larger until each flake was the size of a silver dollar. The snowflakes coated Vanessa’s silver hair and lashes. She smiled and stuck out her tongue to catch a few. The snowfall became heavier and began to blanket the floor around them. Turning to Nick, she saw layer after layer of snowflakes landing in his jet-black hair. The contrast was striking, though his lycan body heat quickly melted any bits of ice he came into contact with. He shook his head, shedding of

"Who else?" Joy’s face fell. "Agnes." The name appeared to be a curse. Joy's eyes filled with tears as she moved quickly and hugged Bella closely. Warm droplets trickled through Bella's attire, yet she did not brush them off. Eve, however, was a different storm altogether. Her entire body trembled. Claws extended further, her skin darkening as fur sprouted. Bella held her breath. "Eve," she whispered gently, taking a cautious forward. Regrettably, it was past the point of no return. Eve’s transformation was swift and violent. Clothes shredded to the floor, and in her place stood Snow White—Eve’s wolf.

I could see him getting anxious and restless in anticipation. "You sure you want it?" I asked, my voice coming out deadly and sharper, laced with Snow's tone. He shook his head greedily. "Yes Aurora yes! Give it to me already!" His voice boomed. "Then take it!" And I let all the energy flow out of my hand straight at his chest. He welcomed it with his arms stretched out and started absorbing it, not knowing what I was actually doing. His figure started to glow with the white light as his feet lifted off the ground slowly. He laughed in victory, enjoying it.

But the night stretched long and merciless, each second dragging by as though mocking her exhaustion. A soft rustling sound made her lift her head slightly. She turned her gaze to the other side of the room, where a familiar white figure rested on the couch. Snow White lay curled up in a comfortable heap, his thick fur rising and falling with each slow breath. His dazzling blue eyes cracked open, peering at her with quiet intelligence. Evelyn pushed herself upright. “Come here, Snow.” Her voice was a gentle whisper, coaxing. She stretched out her arms, motioning him closer.

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.