Novel & Cerita White Canary Arrowverse

“When she came in today, limping, there was blood on her sleeve. She looked up at me, and one of her contacts must have come out because that’s when I saw her real eye colour.” “As soon as she got Violet settled, she came to me and told me. That’s when we called you. We know there is only one family line with those eyes.” Vitaly said. “We can’t thank you enough for bringing the Printzessa back to our family,” Adrien said. “She will be looked after the way she always should have been from now on. You both will also be protected. We owe you for bringing her back to us.” “So, she is definitely the White Dove?” Miranda asked.

I cringed, not wanting to have the answer confirmed. “Someone broadcast that a white wolf was coming to Quantico.” “They were here to kill me?” “Kidnap. The white wolf brings power and success to a pack.” “Oh my God. They are so stupid.” “Esmerelda.” Now, Ghost’s voice was as grave as my father’s. “The lore of the white wolf is significant. Last night proved you are in great danger. Your father is furious that a battle has occurred so quickly. It shook him, and he couldn’t protect you.”

“Bai Hu. The Lord of Fuxi, protector of the West.” “The white tiger.” Jin nodded. “If we are to summon one of the holy beasts, Bai Hu is our best bet. Have you made up your mind?” Jade had almost forgotten about the decision she had to make. Now that she has seen Bai Hu, the legend didn’t sound as far-fetched as she thought. Besides, she needed to get home. No matter what it takes. With her jaws set and eyes fiery with determination, she nodded. “Yes. Let’s go find Bai Hu’s stars.”

Mira clawed at her throat, her eyes wide, terrified, her fingers scraping at nothing as the invisible force tightened around her neck. Rowan lifted his other hand to finish it, and that’s when it happened. A flash of white. No, it wasn't white. It was blinding, holy even and almost impossible. It erupted right in front of Rowan, exploding outward like a star being born. Every warrior, every puppet, every creature on the field cried out and shielded their eyes. I fell onto my hands as the world turned winter white. “What…?!” Rowan snarled, stumbling back. The light reached my skin, warm, and familiar, and I just knew who it was.

"You asked for it!" Just as they finished, the four punks' smiles stiffened as they dropped to the floor! The entire building was silent right then—those four were no pushovers, but the dwarf wiped them out instantly anyway. They were really special! "Bloody Mary? What's that supposed to be? I am the White Raven, an undisputed elite!" And after announcing himself, the dwarf leapt toward Frank. "White Raven?!" Everyone remembered with a start—White Raven was an assassin who earned his name with over a dozen kills under his belt. Even when attacked by two elders of the Martial Alliance, he escaped unscathed while killing one, more than proving his ferocity!

I found Arrow’s eyes the moment I opened my own, emotions of all kinds dashing through his mocha colored eyes only to disappear as quickly as they came. “Celeste, Northern Whispers are only known in the areas they live in and the areas they feed in for only one reason,” Arrow paused for a moment, his fingers drifting across the area above his heart just like he had done the day he taught me about daggers, the same day he seemed so out of life, the same day I snuck into the cells to talk to Ruby and Chelsa… “And the reason?” I whispered, scooting impossibly closer to Arrow with wide eyes.

Fred gave her a weary look. "It won't work," Fred said. "White has found a way to kill you. He told me he would leave me with just enough strength to return back to you to let you know what is coming for you. Also, he has the Baron." He slightly shook his head. "He is going to kill you." Rose looked a bit surprised. "Why aren't you healing?"

She walked in wearing white and baby pink. With a single glance, you could tell she was dressed to the nines from head to toe. When it came to this woman, the supermodels had no chance. Everyone turned to look at her as she walked hand in hand with that beautiful young lady in black for the last time, even though she was wearing blue instead of black. This time, the white witch's hair was adorned with pink diamonds, and the head chain covered most of her head, with some silver chains dangling on her hair that extended all the way down her back.

I plead, maintaining a calm and reassuring tone, "you can tell me what happened at the hospital. I know no one else believes you, but I will..." Winter stares at me with wide, frightened eyes. "Are you... a vampire?" she asks, her voice trembling. "Because if you are, there's this group called the WVH, and they're after you." "Hold on, what's the WVH?" I ask, trying to understand what she's talking about. She whispers, "The Werewolf Vampire Hunters," as if uttering the name might make them appear out of thin air. Suddenly, an excruciating pain shoots through my stomach. I let out a groan and fall to my knees, discovering an arrow protruding from my chest.

In my state of utter depletion, I forced myself to believe that everything crazy about tonight—from the solid chest that appeared in front of the truck to the wolf ears in the mirror—was nothing more than a toxic hallucination. On the borderline between consciousness and coma, I faintly felt the warmth of Nanny’s hand as she pulled up the blanket for me. The room sank into a quiet darkness, but amidst the rumbling thunder outside the window, a whispering voice, trembling and laced with dread, slipped into my fracturing subconscious: "The late Madame's seal... has finally broken. The legendary White Wolf bloodline can no longer be hidden..." The sharp creak of the medical kit being tightly gr