Snow White With The Red Hair Second Season นิยาย & เรื่องราว

She had propped me on the highest floor with a handful of guards I didn't need. I merely walked past their wide eyes, aware that I was naked as hell. A vein popped in my neck at the memory of what happened at the lake. Who was that doxy? White hair that shimmered like silver in the moonlight. Those blue sultry eyes. They looked icy, like daggers ready to pierce through my soul. I had seen her when she arrived with the Snowcap Alpha. A mere pup. I wondered how he had managed to rule and protect his pack.

Canines clash, claws slash through the air, and guttural growls echo off the walls. My heart becomes rowdier as Snow grapples with her opponent, our determination burning bright. The surge of power that comes with my transformation escalates. Squall continues to fight fiercely beside Snow. He, with a powerful swipe of his claws, incapacitates one of the attackers, leaving the enemy whimpering on the floor. Meanwhile, Snow gains the upper hand against the brown wolf, her teeth sinking into her enemy’s shoulder.

At that moment it started to snow, Rose’s favorite season. It was the first snow. Her favorite day of the year. Rosalie had always loved the snow, but her love for the season grew because the snow had led her to meet Hakeem. They would’ve been in their little cottage, celebrating their first baby together. The snow would’ve been the icing on the cake as they enjoyed each other's company. When Hakeem finally looked at her with trembling lips, unable to speak, her heart broke all over again. But, she knew she’d take the bullet all over again.

“Doesn’t this mean you can teleport anywhere?” I raised an eyebrow. “Yeah…” “Oh my goddess, this is amazing! Winter, do you know how gorgeous Switzerland is during fall? The trees! The food! The guys!” She squealed. “And we can dye our hair red! Or purple! Or even yellow! Ooh, Xana, wouldn’t yellow look amazing on us?” “Not even in your dreams, Aria,” Xana said, rolling her eyes. “And your sister is not taking you anywhere until you’ve done the dishes like your Mom told you.”

Could I catch a glimpse of the future beyond this struggle and the heavy weight of fear? The scene was chaos incarnate—a swirling storm of fur, teeth, and blood against the stark white snow that seemed too pure to host such brutality. My heart pounded in my chest, each beat echoing a plea for the bears, those noble beasts who fought valiantly but were outmatched. A primal part of me wanted to leap into the fight, to howl alongside them, but reality pulled my fragile frame back. I was just Winter, a small girl with fluttering muscles and nascent magic buried deep within my soul, waiting to be uncovered, as mysterious as the depths of the wintry woods surrounding me.

ATHENA The stranger held his smile as he stared into my eyes. "I knew I could recognize that blonde hair anywhere. There aren't many werewolves with blonde hair, you see." "That doesn't answer my question," I replied, my frown deepening. "Who are you?" The stranger was about 6'2, a little lanky for a werewolf but his red eyes seemed to glow like rubies in the low light. His facial features are quite prominent and he had an annoying smile stretching his lips as he stared at me.

" His eyes were ice-cold, his voice filled with nothing but disgust for me. I drifted into the corner of the room, devastated. Shawn was right. Staying alive was not easy. Even when the avalanche came for me, I fought to survive. To punish me, he tied the knot so tightly that it was impossible to undo. He even stripped me of my winter gear. I struggled to untie myself but failed. I forced myself to stay conscious, hoping someone would find me. He had forgotten that, before we climbed the mountain, I had just donated 800 milliliters of blood to his mother.

Still, his sharp eyes couldn’t hide his questions. I exhaled and turned back to her hair, twisting the towel firmly. “Zephyr...” I said suddenly, voice low, almost contemplative. “Tell me something. Is it possible…for someone to have two colors of hair? Not dyed, not artificial. Naturally?” I ask even when my mind is saying it's dyed. Zephyr hesitated. “Two colors? I’ve never seen such. A wolf’s features are constant, Alpha. Roots don’t lie.”

Tears slid down my face, and I kept scrubbing until I was red, but that changed nothing. I stepped out of the tub, my legs shaky as I moved towards the mirror. The glass was fogged, but I wiped a section with my hand. Just a small part, but that was enough to leave me frozen. What… the hell? Panic built in my chest as I quickly cleared more of the steam, wiping the whole thing until I could fully see my reflection. My breath caught. The girl staring back at me wasn’t me. My brown hair was now snow white, and my brown eyes were golden. Not haHazelNot blue.

Alpha Bromley tries to say but before he could say anything, Aurora opens her eyes and turns towards him. Her dyed black hair transformed Ginger red, her sapphire-blue eyes glint with tinted red. " What the hell!!! Why is her hair Ginger red? This is a curse and Snow wolf only has silver hair!" Alpha Bromley supporting on his crane, approaches her. " She is also Snow Wolf Pack..." He snaps his fingers, healing the wound. Aurora gradually shuts her eyes, her hair transforms back to the black.