Whit Novels & Stories

Behind his back, Violet gave Whitney a reassuring smile. Whitney took Carl's hand. They both headed toward the dining room. After tending to her wounds, Violet realized that she was hungry too. When she got to the dining room, she saw that there was something wrong with Whitney. Her face was red with rashes. She kept scratching as she stuffed her face with risotto. Violet could see pieces of shrimp in the risotto. Whitney was allergic to seafood. "Whitney!" Violet blurted out, "What's wrong with your face?"

"You can search for him online and see what comes up." With nimble fingers, Mrs. Wright retrieved her phone, her eagerness evident as she typed in the name Ethan Whitlock. The search results populated the screen, revealing an array of information. As Mrs. Wright scrolled through the pages, her eyes widened in surprise when she came across a photo of Ethan Whitlock. She looked up at Camila, her voice laced with astonishment. "You mean you're dating Ethan Whitlock?" she asked her tone a mix of disbelief and awe.

The tips of her ears flushed from all the attention, and she cleared her throat, pretending something had caught in her throat. “Now that it is in the open, it seems a little inappropriate. Forgive me, Luna.” “It is alright.” Ariel said, waving her off, and they fell into silence as they continued working. “What color is your wolf, Whitney?” Ariel asked, trying to break the tension that had settled. “Uhmm, white?” Whitney replied, a little confused. “I would be sure to look out for you when I am watching you.” “Really?” Her eyes literally sparkled like the Fourth of July. “I will be sure to put on

“So, she is part demon? One of Dante’s sprogs that slipped through the net?” “No,” Lucas leaned forward to rest his elbows on his knees as a weary sigh escaped him. “Atlas and Amos don’t have wolf spirits remember? Chloe does; Hecate.” “Hecate? What kind of name is that?” “It’s the name of a Greek goddess. As far as we can tell, only the Wolfe line has a wolven spirit with a Greek name. Even Sierra and Alvaro don’t have them. So, how come she has one?” Lucas raised an eyebrow, hazel eyes darkening as the questions piled up. “I think we need to make a call.”

After escaping from her controlling family, Zira applies to a college on the other side of the country where they would never find her. She does her best to make up for lost time by partying and hanging out with her friends. still, she can't get over the feeling that everyone at the college is on the same secret. That feeling turns out to be true when ends up at one party that changes her life forever. Dark magic and werewolves turn her world upside down. Zira is forced to choose between her new world and her old one.

I say, trying to keep up with both conversations at once. She touches the paper again. ‘Are the wolves protecting you?’ I nod. “Yes, I’d like some aloe please,” she says. I turn, getting a bottle of aloe and when I turn back, new words are on the paper. ‘Witches are moving against the wolves.’ “This brand is called WHO,” I say, asking my question out loud. Who is after the wolves? “Wholly Herbal Organics. They are a good brand.” I say, as I watch her finger on the paper.

Daphne's my age, really beautiful, short dark hair, blue eyes and she's cool, well sometimes. The uniforms are cool too we all wear a caramel-colored shirt, brown pants, and any kind of shoe except high heels and boots. All ladies have to put their hair up in a ponytail. I spot Chris sitting on his own he waves at me and I wave back and walk towards him holding my small notebook and pen. "Hey, Chris." "Hey Flint, how are you how was your weekend?" Not catering to my werewolf boyfriend's needs if that's what you're asking.

“Can Miss Wiggles give us a ride?!” Serenya blinked, confused. “Miss… who?” “You know!” he grinned and pointed. “Your horse! Miss Wiggles!” Solana stirred inside her, amused warmth brushing Serenya’s mind. “Oh no,” Cheyenne said with a laugh from her seat. “Tell me he did not just name your ancient spirit guardian Miss Wiggles.” “She finds it endearing,” Serenya replied, face red from trying not to laugh. “You’re going to have to tell her that name is canon now. No takesies backsies.”

Done hiding. The White Wolf has risen.

Pure Alpha rag‌e. “‌WH‌AT?⁠‌”