Whit Novels & Stories

Born to the leaders of a powerful coven, Elly was born with an important destiny. But when her parents are betrayed by their own coven they discover the great destiny that was in store for their beloved child is to be a sacrifice. Instead, they give their lives to keep her safe and entrust their only child with people they hope will protect her. Instead, they keep her hidden and use her for every drop of magic she can produce. Elly spends her life on the run and in hiding. Her magic tells her she needs to find someone or something. But what? When she runs out of places to hide she gets stuck between the family that has spent her life abusing her for her powers, the coven of witches that wa

"Ignorance is bliss. Isn't that the saying?" "Not in this case. These things, these monsters, whispers, or whatever they may be, they have a weakness. And I only seek to inform you in case it comes down to the worst, you'll be able to take care of yourself. My family killed one of the sisters long ago. The patriarch of my family to be precise. He killed one of the sisters, the one called Claire. They called her the ice. She was the cold. It's why my family retains that power. It's why it snows most times on Crest Hill, even in summer. We use it to create a bit of comfort for the heat. The first White could have killed them all, but one called the red one surpr

I answered. "White? Why?" He asked. "Because white is peaceful, it makes me calm and soothe my nerves. It is cold and it has its beauty" I answered. "But, white changes colour very frequently" He replied. "Means?" I asked. "White is plain, uncoloured. If you add any colour it will change its presence. Then, it will be no more white while... Black, No matter how many colours you add to it never loses its existence." He said looking into my eyes.

Debbie asks what the invitation all about is. Abby excuse and took the gifts from where she hide them. She approach Jenny and grab a little distance from Debbie. She whispers to Jenny, “I want to give these gifts to a special woman but I am nervous to give. Can you help me? The woman name is Debbie. I want to be her friend. Can you tell her for me? The little lady is so happy and went to her mom as exactly as what she was told. Debbie’s face lights up, when she heard. “I want to be your friend.”

“Sis Whitty, you’re way too skilled. You managed to handle such a cold and thoughtful young lady. Please give me her number. Whitney held her phone up high and threatened him, “If you want her number, address me as your sister-in-law.” Baby Robbie glanced at Jens, who had an amused look on his face. He said, “Regardless of whether I address you as my sister-in-law or not, nothing will change the fact that my brother likes you. “I won’t give it to you if you don’t address me that way.” “Alright, alright. Sister-in-law, can you give it to me?” Whitney handed her phone to Baby Robbie happily. Baby Ro

A deep voice asked. I looked up, expecting some random stranger, and froze. Lucas Whitmore? I blinked twice to make sure I wasn’t imagining him. He was clad in a crisp white t-shirt that stretched over his broad shoulders, faded dark jeans, and a baseball cap tipped low over his perfectly sculpted features. Even casually dressed, the Whitmore men had a way of looking impeccable. A half-smile curled his lips stared down at me, leaning casually against the table like he owned the place.

❤️ Leander Wilderwood ❤️ Zinedine's thoughts were on the vampire who had visited him. For some reason the name 'Whitlock' looks familiar to him. He had heard it from somewhere. His back of head began to hurt him, he opened his browser and typed in 'Whitlock' but to his surprise nothing associated with that name came up, in fact it came up blank. Nothing. It was as if the name 'Whitlock' didn't exist. He quickly typed 'Vlad Whitlock' and it was exactly the same thing. How come the vampire who is a businessman like himself is not on G****e search? Or was he missing so

It is such a snowy day like every other day in the Northern state of Zeresein but it is particularly snowy in the glamorous village of whitstone. In this glamorous village, a beautiful young girl lives within it. A girl sixteen years of age, average height, and fit figure. The most incredible thing about this girl is her long flowing white hair. Her hair is as clear as the snow and as bright as the sun. "I would love to eat some of your amazing pottage please" Amber, the girl with the magnificent white hair said talking to her mother who was sewing a dress.

"L e t ' s... g e t.. t h a t... h e a l e r. B u t... w h a t... w o l f...s h o u l d... I... g i v e s... h e r." "A... w h i t e... o n e." Vikas suggested. "B o r i n g? "M a y... b e... b l u e... G r e y?" Viaks rubbed his chin. "W h a t... a b o u t.. a... p I n k... o n e?"

I stood up on all fours a little while later, my white fur glistening in the moonlight. I boldly raised my head after taking a long breath. My family and friends whirled around and exclaimed. Her aces are white. Luna Rachel uttered. I tilted my wolf head as I turned to face her. Is that unique in any way? "Whitney, we are a true white wolf pack. Everyone is not a pure white wolf. Hazel said. Why do you mean that? I prompted her. "White wolves exist. I have previously seen them.