Whit Novels & Stories

Still, I said nothing. “You look like shit.” I scoffed under my breath, dragging my nails across my palm just to feel something sharp. She crossed her arms and leaned against the wall. “This is pointless, Aria. Sulking won’t change what he did. Or what he is.” I turned my head slowly, my voice low and shaky. “Did he make it?” Whitney’s expression shifted slightly—something subtle. A flicker of something in her eyes. It wasn’t victory. It wasn’t pity either. She didn’t answer.

The appearance of a white wolf is mystical in shifter history. The prophecy claims that a white wolf is the guiding power behind a great change. These crazy men thought I was leading them to victory in some shifter war. “I’m probably just an albino, right, Doc?” He shook his head from side to side, making me feel defeated. “No. Beyond your white fur, you have no signs or DNA of albinism. The code for pure white fur is polygenetic. Multiple alleles are responsible for the expression of white fur. The probability that the exact combinat

Both of them were content and if they could, they would stay forever in each other’s arms. FIN

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.

he said to her. "And you have brown," she answered back. "Blue eyes are rare," Hade argued back. "Yeah, and so are white-haired people but you have an entire clan of them and a seat holder in the Council," she said. Hade couldn't help but chuckle. The Whitlocks, headed by Councilman Cornelius Whitlock, is famous for the white hair all over their bodies and very pale skin. Some people call them the last Albinos. They were supposed to be extinct from the last Death Wave, but they miraculously emerged in this country.

She actually does saving money to buy her something that will make Debbie happy in return. June 28, she bought Debbie and Jennifer a customized white T-Shirts with engrave message on it. ‘You are not alone!’ –ads. The italic ‘ads’ means her name abbreviation, Abigail D’ Souza. She made two sets each for the duo. Since she knows how to paint, she sketch photos of them and kept one for herself. On 29th, Abby sent a text message to Debbie and asks her if they can go out in the evening because she will discuss something. So a perplex Debbie went out with together with Jennifer. It was a simple dinner in a relax ambiance. Debbie asks what the invitation all about

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.