Snow White Age Novels & Stories

"Well, let's start simple. How old are you?" "I'm 28, almost 29," I said, my laughter mixing with hers. "And my favorite color is white." Her eyes twinkled, a knowing glint dancing within them. "Yeah, I noticed how white your wolf is." "That's a Carmichael trait," I admitted, warmth spreading through me at her observation. "So far, I hold the record for being the largest and whitest wolf." Curiosity flickered in her eyes, like a candle's flame refusing to go out. "How far back do those records go?"

She added and winked at them. Ariel nodded in understanding. She is a mermaid, by the way. “A fairy… a mermaid…” Snow White muttered. “I once saw my stepmother talking to a mirror…” she said. Cinderella looked at her. “She is schizophrenic?” she guessed. Snow White shook her head. Her lip twitched. “No… she also often cooks, especially apples…” she said. “She wanted to be a chef?” Ariel wrote on the ground what she guessed. “No!” Snow White took a deep breath. “She is a witch!” she told them.

"Yeah! But dad gave your responsibility to me... They don't trust you, you are too reckless for a princess..." He chuckled. "Guys, this is ridiculous... I am not a kid..." She groaned. "You are still in school." He mocked. "Isn't she almost 50 years old..." Snow said and boys laughed. "Snow! Stop counting my age... It's so embarrassing until it goes beyond hundred." She groaned. "You two wait!" She said madly and went to her room. Augustus and Sebastian looked at each other and their laugher turned into awkward silence.

Honestly, when I was young the thought of killing anything, let alone a person, Vampire or not, made me sick to my stomach. But when a Vampire killed my mother, my only family that I had ever known, back when I was 12 years old... I knew I had to avenge her death. Number 148 mom, number 148 and I will never stop. I will kill every last one of these blood sucking leeches. My name is Snow. I'm 28 years old, and I’m a Vampire Hunter.

"That's crazy! He sent you off to die!" I looked at Janet, feeling so sorry for her, but she just nodded. "I know, but I'm okay with it." I froze. She was so innocent that she had been tricked. "Janet, do you know what dying means?" She looked away, her eyes unfocused as if she were seeing something far, far away. "I figured it out three years ago when Chester gave me those little white pills." It took me a moment to catch on. The little white pills were sleeping pills. Three years back, Chester tricked her into thinking they were just medicine for a cold. She swallowed them down without a second thought.

In Snow Province in winter, it was snowing heavily. The ground seemed to be covered with a thick white carpet, revealing a world of ice and snow. A young man in a cyan robe, carrying a long sword on his back, was walking fast in the vast snow. The young man was about ten years old. He was no longer childish. On his fair face, his eyes were as bright as the stars in the sky. His bright eyes seemed to be able to see everything in the world, but he took nothing seriously.

she said. “What?” he asked, struggling to contain the roar inside him. “I’m only twenty-one, but you’re what? Fifty or something. You’re old.” He glared at her, angry at her words. Her hands shook as she tucked a strand of hair behind her ear. Yes, he was nearing over fifty in age, but he looked no older than thirty. Werewolves and most of the sectors in the paranormal community aged slowly when they grew into their powers or ability. Witches were known for being thousands of years old but not looking a day over twenty-five.

Widening her eyes, she swatted at his arm to which he just laughed and walked away but he was still not done as he called out," I wonder if you still wear the same style as you used to when younger... Do not try to hide it like the last time... see you later Snow White! And with that, the man winked at her and drove away leaving her sighing and blushing after him. Inside the house, she looked around at the sparkling floor, her empty laundry hamper and the well-stocked kitchen.. she would have to prepare some good backup lies to thwart him. There was also the matter of trying to not think of the time that Adi had just now taunted her. She had forgotten about that time but now that he had ment

She was sure she must have blushed by now. "19 years difference with me," said Arva. "You are still very young, Princess," said Dafa. He recalled the age of the werewolf he knew. The average age has reached 350 years and over, just like him.

He is as tired as I am. “Are you feeling okay?” He asked as I lay there in his arms. “I mean, with that, you are most likely pregnant.” He continues. “I am okay. It would happen sooner or later. So why not now?” I answer and smile when I realize, while trying to make it sound ironic. I actually mean it. “True, but it is soon, for you at least.” He says, and I look at him and smile. “Many she-wolves are eighteen when they get their first pup. My Mom was young too. So it is okay.” I assure him, and he smiles.