The White Cat Fairy Tale Novels & Stories

Darice looked at Ana in disbelief. "It doesn't say but the characteristics described are very similar to the Falkland wolf." "That book must have been written by a madman. Or it could be a wolf that looks like that." Darice still did not believe Ana's words. Ana just shrugged her shoulders lazily to explain more. They both went back to drinking coffee while busy with their own thoughts. "Hurry up and finish your coffee, class will start soon." Darice reminded Ana to hurry up. Ana glanced at the clock on her phone then nodded. The girl gulped down the remaining coffee half at a time. Darice just shook her head at that.

she asked them. “Well…” Cinderella and Snow White looked at each other. How can they have ball gowns? Not only did their stepmothers hate them and even wanted to kill them, they also didn't have money to buy even just a piece of cloth! “I can solve that!” an old woman’s voice said. The three of them turned to see a smiling old woman. “You are?” they asked. “I am the godmother of Cinderella.” The old woman spoke, before she took out a wand. “Just that, I am a fairy.” She added and winked at them.

Zeus said to me. "I am not going to mate with a low level Omega that would be bad for my soon to be pack" I said to Zeus. Then quickly pushed him to the back of my mind hushing him up, all of a sudden all my senses were on high alert. I smelt a wolf, I came to a complete stop, and I looked around but couldn't see anyone around me. I slowly crept around to an opening in the woods, that's when I saw the most beautiful white wolf ever seen. she was just laying down beside the pond. Impossible I thought to myself I've never seen a white wolf no one would believe me. "I can not connect with her it's like there's no soul in her, no one to talk to" Zeus said.

The older fairy waited before she was sure her voice wouldn’t quiver, “They will have to. At least, to keep up their image in front of the Realm.” Emae’s face twisted in worry, “I’ve never voiced it Mertha… but I’ve never trusted them with Half-Myths. They- seem cold.” Mertha bent down to call out. A few moments passed before they heard the footsteps of a creature run up to the door. It stopped, it’s powerful wolf-like body waiting, tongue out and panting, for the Fairies to fix a duty for the animal to do. “Daffodil.” When Mertha spoke, her eyes glowed.

Kael immediately covered his face while Elena suddenly found the grain of the table fascinating. Elaine pulled out a chair and sat beside Kael before her eyes landed on the book. “You are reading that?” Elena instantly regretted bringing it out. “What is wrong with it?” “It is nonsense.” Elaine glanced at the cover before looking back at her sister. “A human becomes a White Wolf because a prince kissed her. If that was all it took, the kingdom would be full of White Wolves.” “See?” Rowan said. “For once, someone here has common sense.”

I can no longer go home with you. Everything faded into darkness. I must be dead now. If I die, everything will be buried with me. He will never know. He will go on with his life. Now he is the King of the Lycans, ruler of a great land. He has everything. He will be happy. Then suddenly, that familiar voice echoed again."Majori, Majori, wake up, wake up, can you hear me? Why is this happening? Rin, call the doctor, call the doctor now!"

A while passed before he spoke up again. “Do you have a favorite toy, doll?” I blushed when I realized that he wasn’t asking me for just any type of toy, but for one from my hidden storage.“I-” I opened my mouth to try to say something, but something clogged my throat, and no words left me.“I think you are a wand girl, aren’t you?”A familiar material touched my belly and continued going downwards.“I bet you like to feel the magic.” He clicked some buttons and the device started buzzing, coming to life.I gasped at the sensation. He was holding it just above my clit, enough to feel the vibrations, but not enough for me to actually enjoy them. I tried to wiggle my way, but the more I wiggled, t

And behind them… A massive white wolf. Its fur was as pale as snow—whiter than anything Lydia had ever seen. She had only heard of such creatures in fairytales. Legends passed down by her mother, Alice. The White Wolf. A being said to descend from the guardian wolves, a creature of rare power and divine origin. But here it was. Real. Caged. Shackled. Its fur was matted with blood and mud, its flanks heaving as it strained against the restraints. Muscles trembled beneath the filth, and raw magic rippled off its body like heat.

He had read the silly story that she came up with randomly, and was even interested in reading more. So she wrote it out, in parts. She had him read the next part and awaited his reaction. It was a simple story, really. It was just about a human who ate a cursed apple and turned into a cat. Kinda like Snow White, but the apple wasn’t poisoned. Only cursed. Later on, she wrote out the ending of the story. She didn’t know if she was completely satisfied with it, but it was definitely cathartic.

Leath looked out of nowhere and recalled her memories from her childhood, her most precious memories of home. "There's a festival that takes months of preparation when you go to Silvenia, it’s called White Day. Since everyone is invited, designers from Silvenia might come and take your measurements for your suits and gowns. You can choose your own personal designers but I doubt no one knows Silvenian fashion better than Silvenian designers. People can dance over a frozen lake, don't worry about falling because it's been frozen for years that no one even knows what it looks like when the ice is all thawed. There's a legend that if a wolf howls while you're dancing on the frozen lake, it means