White Authors Novels & Stories

"But now the lie is over. Now we can finally find the truth about everything." ​"But... how?" I asked, my voice small and trembling. ​"Queen Aurora was a White Witch Queen," Zayn said. He began to explain things I had only heard in scary stories. "White witches are good. They get their power from nature, from the trees, the wind, and the light. Dark witches are different, they use scary and dark, demonic powers. A white witch can turn dark if they choose, but mostly, they stay away from everyone else. They live in secret."

he states confidently. I sigh with relief. This is going way easier than I thought. I thank the Moon Goddess for Jace, I was already preparing for his anger and disappointment. “But Enrick, you do know that white wolves are emissaries from Selene? They are often top rankings or wolves on a special mission.” Jace is no longer smiling, his face is serious, he is now totally my Beta and protector of the pack. “She was paired to you by the Moon Goddess?” he asks for confirmation. I nod in agreement.

One such thing was Damien; he was out there somewhere, looking for me and hunting me for some unknown reason. But tonight has shown me one important thing. It has shown me that the safest place for me now is the Kingdom of the White Vampires. They are called White Vampires because of their fair skin. Damien is an evil wolf who does not give up easily, so I know he must still be hunting for me. And if the Wolves who attacked me are truly sent by him, then I am right.

“Don’t act coy. I know it’s Brandon and you can’t be together because your family forbids it” She scrunched her face in disgust. “Eww Paisley. I will never date Brandon” I frowned. Then who was the W and B? Or is it Brayan? “Did Brayan have a secret lover he couldn’t be with?” She scoffed. “No and even if he did I wouldn’t know about it. He’s too private” Then? “I think I know who owns the letter” “Who?” “Aunt Whitley. She had a man who she was in love with but her family wouldn’t consent to the mating and because she was too obedient and wouldn’t go against their wishes, she had to let him go and she never got mated again”

I said, firmly. "Are you sure about that? You know, you could always join mine. We're the Brown pack, one of the best in the country. We're strong and loyal, but we're also nice and fair. Our Alpha is amazing, wise, and generous. Oh, and by the way, he's single," she said, giving me a playful wink. “No, thanks. I’m not interested. I’m happy being alone,” I said, firmly.

My Virginity. Sighing, I pull my brush through my white, blonde hair, my pride and joy. The one thing about me I absolutely loved. When it was down, it reaches to the back of my knees, which, considering when I was seven, my stepfather had cut it as far down as it would go, I had done well to grow it again. Now I always put it up into a tight bun, less for him to grab a hold of, although he still managed to catch me with it at times. Looking into the broken, dirty mirror above my sink, my deep purple eyes stare back at me. I must have got these from my father, as my mother had green eyes and brown hair. If I didn't know better, I would say she wasn't my mother. I put in the pair of contacts

The uncertainty gnawed at me. I flipped through the pages, absorbing every detail. The text described the white wolves' abilities in vivid detail: their capacity to heal wounds with a touch, to manipulate the elements, and to draw strength from the earth itself. These abilities were a direct gift from the moon goddess, who had created the white wolves to maintain balance and harmony in the world. The other wolves, lacking these divine gifts, grew resentful and ultimately conspired to wipe out the white wolves to eliminate the perceived threat to their own power.

Could she, Zara, my beautiful white wolf actually heal me? ‘What are you going to do?’ I asked, bewildered. Zara smiled. Her eyes radiated warmth and love. ‘As you know, sweetie, werewolves have their own ability to heal. But I’m not your average wolf. We, my love, are not your average werewolves.’ ‘How so?’ I asked. ‘We are a white wolves.’ ‘White wolf?’ ‘Yes. White wolves are very rare. Amongst some of the rarest wolves in existence. That means we have special powers. Greater powers.’

“White.” Alex nodded, “That’s right. It’s white. I told you the colors of the glowing light on a person’s body tells that person’s role, right? Then, do you see what color envelopes me?” Hearing this, Lei came to realized. That’s right. Everyone he saw had glowing lights of one of the seven colors enveloping them. Only Alex was different. His entire body wasn’t enveloped by the seven colors but a white light. The brightness of the light wasn’t blinding. In fact, it was slightly dim but it was easily noticed— In this room full of similar assorted colors, he really stood out.

she states. " As you are aware, each white wolf has special abilities. There are four key powers that are very powerful, they are the elements of nature. These elements are Earth, Fire, Water, and Air. ” She explained it to us. “Very rare white wolves possess the main four powers of the elements. However, you both seem to possess more than one power of the elements. ” She proclaims. "But we don't even know what type of powers we possess, "I pointed out.