Novel & Cerita White Authors

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.

, who drugged their Alpha and then got their Alpha injured and most importantly -- bewildered. But Evelyn wasn't at the Whites at dinner time. "Alpha Raymond!" Noah White came all the way to the front yard with his arms opening wide, welcoming Raymond, "We have all been waiting for you!" The woman beside Noah White let out an awkward laugh when Raymond avoided the hug Noah tried to force on him. "So, I guess you are Sarah White then?" Raymond turned to the woman, and his eyes fell on the timid girl in the her arms-- Ava White. She also had Evelyn's scarlet red hair, but her eyes were blue while Evelyn's were purple; and Evelyn got curls at the tip reaching her waist like a clumsy little witc

When he returned to Thunder Bay Pack at age sixteen, he brought her along. She was a White Warrior wolf, a wolf who wasn't bound by the mate bond or pack rules, unlike a typical werewolf. White Warrior wolves were born fighters and loners, exposed to harsh, life-threatening conditions by their parents from a young age. They were usually drawn to the alphas of various packs, probably because they are equals in strength and endurance.

Xandar and Lucianne were studying the details of the population: Brown (Light): 1 male Brown (Dark): 1 female Grey: 2 males; 1 female Black: 0 White: 0 Others: 0 Total: 5 Greg tried not to sound too exasperated as he answered, “One, the ‘others’ category is nil, meaning that they’re normal wolves without any of those legendary special abilities. And if you remember basic science, deputy, you’d know that black-furred animals are known to be more rebellious or ambitious, or both, thus dangerous, so their absence is something to be happy about. Three, no white wolves, which are generally known to either be harmless or only look harmless but are quite the opposite. No offense intended, My Queen.

He grinned as he stared at her face. Her green eyes was something he couldn't just stop staring at and he didn't plan on stopping anytime soon. Damien walked a step closer to her and placed his hand on her face. "You have extraordinary beautiful eyes Aurora, and I'm very serious" Aurora was quite a looker. Even though she looked so simple and normal, she was actually a very beautiful person with a calm demeanor. Was it because she was a white witch? White witches are known to be the opposite of the black witches. Good and evil, selfless and selfish. There were a lot of things that differentiated the white witches from the black witches, even though there are so many white witches who turned