White Canary Tv Show Novels & Stories

But the moment I looked up, I froze completely at the reflection in the mirror. The bizarre wolf ears from last night were gone, and my eyes had returned to their original black. However, my hair... all of my previously black hair had permanently turned a stark, snowy white. Not only that, it had abruptly grown a significant amount—thick, voluminous, and flaring out with a wild, untamed nature.

Lacey's POV: I have been at the beautiful pond for about an hour. While I am laying down by the pond enjoying the peace and quiet, all of a sudden my senses are alerted when I hear a twig snap in the woods around me. I look around but see nothing but something is telling me someone is watching me, I decide its better for me to head back to the pack house. it's rare to see a white wolf and I don't need any extra attention, it's bad enough I am the pack slave, everyone thinks I'm an omega low level wolf, everyone thinks I am trash, but nobody knows I'm of the Alpha blood line. my birthday is in a week, and I plan on leaving when I turn 18, and nobody can stop me.

grandma. Now that it's getting dark, Miss White is still busy cleaning the Pearl Mansion mansion, knowing in her heart that she will never be able to meet Terry to see him off. She just hoped in the future I will have the opportunity to visit Terry's fishing village. Suddenly, Miss White's phone rang. The person calling her was Jenny, the content of which was, of course, the terrible thing that had just happened at home. After hearing the story, Miss White cannot talk anymore but she fainted. Jenny was extremely concerned: "Mom! Mom!"

The appearance of a white wolf is mystical in shifter history. The prophecy claims that a white wolf is the guiding power behind a great change. These crazy men thought I was leading them to victory in some shifter war. “I’m probably just an albino, right, Doc?” He shook his head from side to side, making me feel defeated. “No. Beyond your white fur, you have no signs or DNA of albinism. The code for pure white fur is polygenetic. Multiple alleles are responsible for the expression of white fur. The probability that the exact combination for the trait is present is extremely low.”

he promises. He waits for Alcina to leave too, before stretching in the grass. Time for a nap until the White Wolf returns and he joins her for an in-depth conversation...

I teased with a smile. "Serving my wife is my honor." He sat beside me and pulled me into his arms. "By the way, our scouts reported that they found a mad white fox near the edge of the Mistwood." My hand paused over the book. "Sylvia?" "Mm." Julian toyed with my hair. "I heard she has lost her mind completely. She doesn't even know how to hunt. A few low-level beasts bit off one of her legs, and now she can only survive on carrion."

"Everyone knows the Rivera girl is a rare white wolf. Her pups will be top-tier Alphas, every single one. Whoever mates her becomes the future Alpha King." "And look at her—the Moon Goddess must've carved her by hand." "A wolf like that, blood like that, Is Damian insane?" "Poor Rivera girl. Her own mate doesn't even want her." The whispers circled. Everyone was certain I'd name Damian—they'd all seen how badly I'd fallen for him. In my last life, I worshiped Damian as my savior. White wolves are rare, which means my life was never peaceful. I got snatched by rogues once.

Standing, I make my way to the office that is on board the plane and shut the door behind me, sitting down, I pick up the satellite phone and call my father. "Dimitri." Came the gruff response. "What's happening?" "We have her," I said, I heard the relief in my voice. "Is it her?" He asked, double-checking what I had said. "Yes, it's the White Dove, she is coming home," I said, a sigh of relief left my father’s lips. "How is she?" "Not good." I sigh. "What do you mean, not good?" He asked, and I noted the change in his voice.

-EMILY- The sound of the beeping monitor next to me got my eyes rolling, the blurry image of the ceiling looking down on me. I took a sitting position, resting my back on the soft pillow behind me. The scent of antiseptics and the cream-colored walls gave a pretty first impression of where I was. A lady In a white uniform walked in. She didn’t speak, nor did she let out a smile when she saw me. I couldn’t remember how I got here or why I was here, but I was sure she knew the answers.

Isadora's expression changed showing Yuna that it was still not good. " Unfortunately, there is no progress. I'm afraid...we should all prepare for the worst." Hearing Isadora say those words made it even worse. Was there really no hope. Yuna didn't want to believe that it would simply be the end of Mercedes. It was unacceptable. She is the last white wolf blessed by the Moon Goddess herself. She had been giving it her all in training and sacrificed everything to get strong enough to defeat her enemy. This couldn't be how her light went out. Yuna couldn't believe that.