White Authors Novels & Stories

“Their membership was revoked and they were kicked out. I believe the white witch was enraged that day.” “Did you just say white witch?” Dylan checked. “Yes, that is how the owner is referred to.” “Are you talking about a real witch or something?” “To be honest, I don't know, but what I noticed was that she only wore white clothes and had white hair.” “Is she really that old?” “She appears to be very young; no one knows anything about her. She's a mystery, but she's also the most beautiful woman I've ever seen.” He couldn't believe such a thing existed, but whatever it was, it wouldn't hurt to see for himself.

“The white she-wolf. It’s you, right?” “Yeah.” I closed my notebook and leaned back against the locker. “How’d you figure that out?” “My brother asked if I knew anyone at school with a white wolf. And I mean, if there were a white wolf here—or at any school, really—everyone would know... unless it was you.” “I don’t get it. What’s so rare about having white fur? My parents never told me it was anything special, so I had no idea.” “Well, it’s not unusual to see lighter shades or mixed colors, but pure white is actually rare—not that it’s a bad thing. I’ve got a favor to ask. I know it might sound weird, but I’m really curious. Can I meet Lisa? Can I see your wolf?”

“Alpha, Dominique, why do you look so distressed? Is it because we did not win the contest this time?” My beta asked. “How humiliating it is for my able-bodied soldiers to be defeated by a girl!” I yelled. “Alpha, Dominique, I think that isn't something you worry about. I mean, we all know she's a white wolf and white wolves are known to be compelling.” I raised a brow at the statement of my beta. Indeed, he was right. White wolves are indeed powerful, more reason why they were rare to find.

“You tell me, Allison because for once I’m completely lost. I’m short of words here. And you know the worst part? You are not just an ordinary Lycan. You are a white Lycan. Do you know who has a white Lycan wolf?” he asked me in a dramatic tone, taking a pause to smile at me dramatically. “The king, Allison. Only Lycan Royalties have white Lycan wolves. So how do we explain that?

And soon, people started to chatter like she hadn't just said something. Lena didn't seem moved by any of it. She stood confident and her white hair blew with the breeze. The white wolf. Her hair. Wait. Fuck! So she hadn't dyed it like we all thought? It was a thing common to white wolves for their hair color to transform to White. A characteristic anyone would have ignored but not me. I had read enough about them to know that she was saying the truth. She threw off her jacket, leaving her in just a tank top. Her cargo pants came next and people stopped talking as they watched her strip. Trevor's father seemed to be waiting for her to do something drastic.

And it's why I will willingly serve this man in any way he asks me. “You have a way of inspiring loyalty, Wade,” I say, tilting my head. His beta scoffs and shakes his head in an agreeing motion. “So I keep being told,” Wade says, I can see the human side of him, making him doubt his abilities — he fights his own battles. Which only makes me respect him more. “Why are your wolves white?” Francis says breaking into the conversation no doubt saving his Alpha from the compliments he clearly doesn't find comfortable. “The other ultima’s were various colors. He was almost completely black, and you were gray…”

"But somehow, it worked. You adapted and grew stronger. You even got your wolf, though it is not unheard of, but like I said, it's rare, and you could imagine our surprise when you shifted and your wolf was white ... that was the only confirmation needed to shut down the murmurs from the pack elders. We suspected that there was something dormant in your bloodline or that it was the moon goddess blessing you." Another wave of heat crashes over me, and I sink deeper into the ice water. "White wofl?" "Yes, white wolf. Black wolves are mainly for alphas, brown for betas, and grey for gammas. The white wolf, though rarely seen, is attributed to the very first wolf ancestry, which is why it's beli

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.

I thought I will see Dwyane once we entered the room, but I was wrong. The only thing inside this room is a table full of papers on it, air conditioner, water dispenser, and some shelves. I though this is the room where they leave Dwyane but there is something that caught my attention. There is a white door on the left side of the room. PO2 Lopez walks to it and then knocks. Another police man opened the door from the inside. Wow. Amazing. There is another room in this room.