Snow White Age Novels & Stories

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!"

Asher winced, clutching his stomach before charging again. They were about to clash again when— Smack! Smack! Snow slapped both of them. Hard. The room froze. Both males paused, stunned. It was the first time they had seen her like this. Snow was usually soft. Timid. Always laughing quietly with her friends, always avoiding confrontation. But now? Her eyes were pitch black. She looked furious. Did... did she have a wolf? That only happened when the inner wolf took control. But Snow wasn’t eighteen yet. So how?

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."

“Sixteen I think. We’re not good with time but she’s around that age I think” “And how old are you?” “I think twenty-one. We age slower I think than humans” “Dude! Help!” I glanced over at Ethan, seeing that Small had finally pinned him down. I let out a chuckle as the small wolf licked Ethan’s nose triumphantly. “Help!” he called, trying to get away from Small without hurting her. Nameless barked, Small glancing up at the older one. She slowly got off of Ethan, him getting up from the snow. But instead of coming to me (the smart choice), he charged Small. The wolf yapped as it fell to the ground, this time Ethan getting the opportunity to pin it.

She swatted them away with a mock glare, and her purple-haired friend laughed, floating over to where she was. Turning serious for a second, the wizard asked the hard question. "So who's the traitor? Santos Romano or his wife Maria?" Earning a frustrated shrug from his pretty little wolf. She had no idea that Valenar was her fated mate. In reality, he was over a thousand years old, which was really young for a wizard, but somehow he didn't think Raeann would see it like that. His appearance was more in line with a seventeen-year-old of her species, being that wizards aged at a hundredth of the speed of other supernatural creatures.

CHAPTER THREE POV: SABRINA THORNE (THE EVIL QUEEN) Yes, apparently. Snow White is the fairest of them all... The voice echoed in my head for a long time. It had to be a sick joke. I knew the mirror could be mischievous and annoyingly witty at times but it was incapable of telling lies or pulling sick jokes. Its sole purpose was to have an answer to every question. Honest answers. How could it be that Snow had become the fairest maiden? I'd gone through so much transformation and care to stay the fairest for so long and now suddenly a fucking child had taken my place in a blink.

I bark again and Amy starts to walk away but her eyes remain fixed on mine. Dwayne growls at hits me with his head and I land on my side. Before he can get back to me, a white wolf sinks her teeth in his neck. I immediately realise that it is Sophia. I get on all fours and also bite into his throat with an ulterior motive of tearing it off his body.