Whit Novels & Stories

“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.

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.”

I followed him inside, and a few seconds later, Levi joined us. “What’s going on?” I asked Kiran, and he looked at Levi. I couldn’t decipher the look on his face but something told me I was about to find out. “His name’s Jeffrey White,” Levi said, and my eyes snapped up to him. Jeffrey White. I knew that name. Son of a bitch. No wonder he looked so familiar. “He was in our school. He’s four years older than us,” I said. “He owns some property in Sterling, Salamatof, and Nikiski,” Levi said.

I stared in awe. "Shut your mouth, Luna," Falcon whispered, stepping closer to me. My cheeks heated up. I glanced at Ciro, who looked amused. He didn't have a shirt on too. His body was flawless and muscular; his thick brown hair looked black under the moonlight, his sharp grey eyes darted around cautiously. He was beautiful. I averted my gaze, trying not to stare.

Casio’s POV I waited outside of Whit’s work. I leaned against the passenger’s side of my car. I looked around and noticed the sun had dipped just low enough to cast long shadows over the sidewalk. Glancing at my watch, it was already six, Whitney would be walking through those doors any minute. As I waited, I scanned the area and noticed Levi standing on the other side of the road, reading a newspaper.

“But-“ “Hey!” We look up, my hand slipping out of his grasp, and standing there with some kid I’ve never seen before is Rob. Must be the new kid, then. The two of them are about the same height, and he’s just as lanky as Rob, but that’s where the similarities end. His skin is a lot lighter, and it’s obvious he doesn’t have a drop of anything in his blood. He’s the type of white that burns in the shade, but when he looks up from the floor, I see that it contrasts his blue eyes. Newbie’s dressed nicely as well – a gold watch glints from his wrist as he gives us a little wave. He’s casually wearing white Air Force 1s that took me a

she said nodding her head at the white girl that was sitting beside me "my name is Heather obviously" she said "I tried to hang myself because I was done with this dumb world. Everyone at school talked about me how pale I am, how skinny and tall I am; at first I ignored it but it's like the whispers got louder and louder each day, I would eat till I was sick and I tried to stay in the sun but that didn't work I would just turn red; I even tried fake tanner but all they did was laugh at me, look at her trying to be like us they would say I got sick of it I couldn't please them. So I went back to ignoring them but the whispers the freaking whispers got louder a