The White Giraffe: Book Novels & Stories

I mutter in a faint voice welcome to our school – then humph. I glare at Mr. Tall. Dark hair and gorgeous turning around to resume my painting of Kiki. Nicholas is staring at my painting over my shoulder. I can feel his eyes just staring. I ignore him as he whispers in my ear, "Is that your wolf?" I turn in shock!! I then reply, "Why would I own a wolf? "Kiki is laughing really hard on the back of my head. I tell her, "Really? You are laughing at me?" I can't let anyone know I am a wolf." She laughs back. "So is he." "I know Kiki. He is a wolf from their team." I reply.

"But what if it wasn't just an imagination? Gosh! I want to see the legendary white wolf. According to the tales, the white wolf is the blessing from above—the purest of them all." She really wants to convince me about it. A debate like this? My winning rate is…zero percent. "Let's end this conversation. It is only a tale so stop saying what-ifs. Because they weren't true." "Well, they saw a—" "I don't care," I chimed in, and continued eating. She only scowled at me and sipped on her glass.

I smiled, still running my hands through White's soft fur. "Is he like.. your pet?" She asked me. I could see she was also dying to touch White. I just didn't know if that would be a good idea. "Nah! White is not a pet. He's much more than that." I told her, making her smile. His nose twitched as he caught a whiff of Athena's smell, and his eyes suddenly flew open. Athena tensed up in fear, backing away instinctively. White just grunted, closing his eyes again. I chuckled at Athena.

"Does reading books count that someone is smart?" Sarah nodded her head, "Definitely. You learn a lot when you read," she told him and Alpha Logan hummed. "You wanna know my answer to your question, right? Ignore the fact that I don't read. Not like I don't read, I just haven't read all the books in that library. No one has read all the books there except my father," he told her and Sarah nodded her head. "So, back to your question. I guess you didn't finish reading some parts of the book you're talking about. If you read through, you'll find out that the white claws are only for the royal families in White Claws pack. It is used to differentiate the royal wolf from other commoners, especial

The only one who didn't look shocked was my mother. I took a deep breath and Stephan held my hand for reassurance. "Mom, what do you know about the great white witch?" I asked. I watched as shock washed over my mothers face and her eyes went wide. "How did you-" "A man came here this morning. He kept calling her Angarika and said she was a descendant of the great white witch, but he also told her to speak to you about it" Stephan cut in. I watched as my mother played with her fingers before she looked up and said,

I grabbed the book with the drawing of the white wolf and began to flip through the pages. "What?" She asked. "You're the mythical White Wolf, Gemma. You're the reincarnate of the wolf that is only born every hundred years." I replied, turning the book to her. I heard her sharp intake of breath. She took the book from me and stared at the picture then turned to the next page. "So, this was me?" She asked. "Yes." GEMMA I couldn't believe it. This book was saying that I was one of the most powerful wolves that would ever exist.

"Sienna! His Highness is a four-tailed white fox. How can you choose him?" "Why can't I?" I shook her hand off and looked down at her. "I am the firstborn daughter of the Moonridge Court and a descendant of the purest nine-tailed fox bloodline. If I don't choose the four-tailed white fox, should I choose that black fox who hasn't even grown his fur in properly?" Sylvia had no answer. She could only bite her lip hard, a flash of poison passing through her eyes. The black fox lying in the corner suddenly raised his head and stared straight at me.

“No matter what you do, don't let my brother find out what happened between us. I will never forgive you in the same way that I did the rest of you.” “Remember that I am not the same person I was when you gang raped me. I am Violet now, the woman you bow to, the woman capable of resurrecting you, the white witch, as they call me. But let me assure you, they may call me the white witch, but I'm not that kind, so don't get on my nerves.”

“A witch?” Grams gasped. “Geeze, Mil, how else do you think you get a magical being like a white wolf?” Grandad rolled his eyes, making me laugh. “Now, get on with the story. We’ll need to meet this so-called mate of yours. Ghost. What kind of name is that?” Dad weaved our tale throughout the day and into the night. Grams kept our bellies full, and Grandad kept the fire blazing.

There was a guard before her father's study, and the guard began to say something to her, but she ignored him and walked inside to her father sitting on his desk, scratching with his pen, leaving inked words on a document. "You mustn't go," Anna said and felt the hand of the guard behind her. Her father looked up at her, and curtly nodded, the guard released his hold of her and withdrew out of the room. Lord White, they called him. He was the only man Anna knew who did things rationally, acting on patience, and true justice. His leadership on Crest Hill after all had kept the people from the notorious Baron's men. But now, the Baron's men seemed more persistent, and were beginning to ask so