Snow White With The Red Hair Second Season Novels & Stories

As I cross the threshold, nothing happens—no wave of terror, no all-consuming darkness, just the warm glow of the house's interior. I let out a sigh of relief and turn to Chloe. "Thank you for letting me in," I say with genuine gratitude. ~~~ SCARLETT EYES VIVALDI, A mischievous twinkle in her eyes, still under the impression he's just a harmless kid. "So," she begins, curiosity brimming in her voice, "where were you when Snow White was trapped inside the mansion?" Vivaldi pauses, cocking his head as if deep in thought. "Well," he drawls, "I was... you know, trying to cool off the steam in my head."

The Lombartti family will cease to exist in this world. Thomas and I were at this bar on the east side of town, and I was looking at this beautiful woman. Good Lord, she was beautiful. She had waist-length curly kinky hair, caramel skin, legs that went for days, and a face that I knew if she smiled, it would light the whole room. I don’t know what came over me, but I stood up and started to press my drink into Thomas’ chest. “ Sir? Sir? Where are you-” His voice faded as I walked further and further away from him. I walked up to the chair and I could smell her. She smelled like Shea Butter and ocean waters, like she had bathed in a candle and lotioned up with Shea Butter.

My stomach knotted into anxious twists when I remembered Ma’s story about curses. Only wolves who were cursed by the Moon Goddess had hair changes like this. Small strands of white or raven black at first before it quickly spread across the entire head, and before you know it, Little Red Riding Hood has turned to snow white! Did this have anything to do with my strange nightmares? “First it was my inability to shift and now this?” I croaked, hating the whiny way my voice came out as I struggled to hold back tears. How much longer would I be able to hide the fact that I was spiralling out of control?

It would hurt and weaken her so she needed all the rest she could get. Minutes stretched into what felt like hours until her gentle, sleepy movements caught my eyes. Her small hands patted the empty bed space beside her as if searching for me. The anger in me felt soothed at the display of trust. Though we hadn't completed our marking ritual yet, I felt it when she fully realized I wasn’t in bed with her. Her panic grew in bounds as she stirred awake and when her eyes fully opened, they were filled with worry but not until they landed on me. As soon as she saw me, Snow’s scent changed–sweet peaches blossoming in the air and she smiled at me. I allowed myself to smile back and then I nodded t

They were now the piercing red eyes of my wolf, and my blond hair had now turn pure white — the color of Whitney's fur. Wendy no longer exists. Only a woman out for vengeance.

I lounged in my throne, the weight of the silver goblet cool against my fingers as I swirled the crimson liquid within. The silence of my hall was perfect—until a sharp hiss of magic broke it. A bloom of red smoke coiled before me, and when it cleared, there she was. Snow. She spun around, disoriented, her pale hair whipping over her shoulder. The instant her eyes met mine, they went from wide shock to icy fury. “You,” she spat, stalking toward me, her voice dripping with venom. “Where the hell am I?”

But I ignore it, focusing on the only door I see, which is about to be thrown off its hinges. I do just that, shifting midway through the force of it, only to stop dead in my tracks at the sight in front of me. The most beautiful she-wolf I’ve ever seen in my life stands before me. Her fur is red, the same color as Emma’s hair when she’s a human, but it’s also different. The tips shimmer like silver, enveloping her in an ethereal glow. She has shifted for the first time....

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.

This unexpected action made her jump a little, and when she caught me in the act and turned around, she teasingly called me a "Bad wolf.My warrior warned us of more rouges approaching, thus we shortened our stay. Despite Winter's instructions to stand behind her, a bad feeling made me reluctant to obey. I instantly command my warriors to heed their Queen. They nodded in agreement and stood behind us as we exited, only to be faced with an army of rogues. A rogue stepped forward, leading my mate to attempt reasoning with them by offering to spare their lives in exchange for letting us depart. Refusing to back down, the rouge demanded war, his desire fueled by revenge for his fallen soldiers.

She slowly removed the trousers from her legs and saw white hair growing there too. All this she saw with her own eyes for the very first time, and she was unable to understand it because it was not ordinary hair but wolf hair. It was the color of silver or snowflakes or even a clear night in winter. Just that no one had seen anything like it before, it was not black or brown or grey nor blonde; it wasn't a pale blonde or a dark brown, nor a light blond either, but pure white hair - so pure.