Snow White Age Novels & Stories

"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.

Frost stared at her Uncle and then nodded. She admits that she was curious about the story of Snowy. Seeing his cute niece nods at him he smiled and started narrating, "Snowy actually was your mother's pet beast. Your mother, Ligaya had seen its miserable and almost dying appearance in the forest. It was said that humans were responsible for it, and so, Snowy was very wary towards human. It hated humans. It doesn’t want humans to approach it. Only a handful of people could approach it. Your mother saved it and brought it to the Palace. Your mother took a liking to it. Although Snowy is still a bit wary of her. It's just unfortunate that your mother has a water attribute and Snowy has an ice

She could use her help after all. “You don’t remember?” Swift asked with a slightly uncomfortable expression. She fidgeted within her seat, and Shadow didn’t miss this. “You’re already in your forties. What are you shy about? Tell me what happened.” Shadow frowned and said. Indeed, Swift wasn’t as young as she looked. She looked like someone in her mid-twenties, but she was actually in her forties. And she wasn’t the only one. Shadow looked just as young, but she was actually a few years older than Swift!

When he was completely naked, his bones started cracking and he soon stood tall in his huge black wolf with piercing golden eyes. Shift. He mind linked me. I took off my clothes, teasing him slightly, and he let out a warning growl. I smirked while I continued and shifted into my wolf. Snow is completely white and huge. I was about 6 ft. in my wolf form but Alex still towered me by a few inches. His wolf was beautiful, screaming power and the aura he was giving off clearly showed that he is someone not to be messed around with. His wolf's name is Aaron, Snow told me.

I tell her. She tightens. “Well, nothing is exciting about my life story. After years of study, I thought I would go out into the wide world for some fun before settling down. I hope to find a well-paid job when I'm ready and, of course, a handsome husband later on." As she tells me the trite tale, she sips a glass of white wine. “Hmmm, so you're around twenty years old now”, I ask somewhat skeptically. Actually, her face is ageless, which is typical for witches. They stop aging around the age of twenty-five.

"There's just no way this pint-sized dude is older than you!" Winter chimes in, backing Scarlett's doubts with her own. "I mean, you look like you're ten years old," she states matter-of-factly, as if it were written in stone. "I'm not!" Vivaldi retorts, anger flashing in his eyes. "You are!" "I'm not!" "You are!" "Fine!" Vivaldi huffs, teeth clenched. "I'm 311 years old!" Winter's eyes sparkle with triumph, like a cat that has just cornered a mouse. "Aha! I knew it!" she exclaims, pointing an accusing finger at Vivaldi. "You meant 11 years!"

Snow. "Mate," his wolf howled again. And this time, Logan couldn’t move. He was too stunned to say a word. ***************** Finally, the champagne popped open and everyone yelled, "Happy eighteenth birthday!" Snow stood there with a soft smile on her lips. She looked older and far more beautiful now. Her once shoulder-length hair now reached her waist. Her lashes had grown longer, and her lips looked more plump. She was a few inches taller, with a well-defined figure, a tiny waist, and petite yet curvy hips. Her hairstyle had also changed—it was now curly—and she was dressed casually in a baggy sweatshirt and pants.

He was also growing at such a high rate that it had scared me at first because babies weren't supposed to grow that fast, but Jude had explained it was because of the wolf genetics that werewolf children developed much faster than human children. Normal wolf children apparently reached adulthood somewhere between their mid-teens. By three months old Snow was supposed to be saying two words already, according to the werewolf development charts, but he was still in the babbling stage. I'd dressed myself in a beautiful white dress that flowed around my body and made me feel beautiful, and I'd dressed Snow in a matching white outfit that made his silver hair stand out even more beautifully. We w

It's why I couldn't pick up her scent. I don't know how she didn't get her wolf when she turned eighteen, and I have run through many ways to change that in my head, but in the end, I have decided that it doesn't matter. She recently turned twenty-three and has never shown any sign of getting her wolf. If he hasn't happened all these while then it probably won't anytime soon.

I won't tell her my name, I won't tell her my name—’ "It's Kaldar." 'Hell!' "Nice to meet you Kaldar." She stretched out a hand and I took it. She was about Tia's height, who was about Dawn's height. They were all about the same height. 'I won't ask her for her name, now I'm actually gonna brush past her and go to where Jhan is—’ "What's your name?" I asked. She smiled lightly, two deep dimples forming at her cheeks. "I'm Nicha. But my wolf name is Snow."