Novel & Cerita White-haired Female Characters

I heard her let out a big sigh. Her hands moved to my jaw and lifted it up so I could look at her. She looked older than all of them with grey hair and winkled skin but she was beautiful. " Aries," she repeated. Out of the blue she engaged me in a warm embrace. I was too shocked to reciprocate so I just stood there, blinking in confusion. She disengaged, both of her hands on my shoulders. “I'm Jean. The very first white wolf that was created" she introduced, smiling warmly.

Kas may have kept secrets from us, but it was for good reason and she doesn’t have it in her to be dishonest. What I wasn’t ready for was her physical appearance. Kas isn’t just too skinny, she also looks like shit. Her hair isn’t sparkly gray anymore. It has turned completely white in just a few months. Her skin is dry and blotchy and pale. The dark circles under her eyes make it look like someone punched her, and she didn’t defend herself. Her eyes...I don’t know how to even describe it. They went from violet and full of life to practically white and devoid of anything. It seriously looks like she could be in one of those zombie movies as the main character that got bit but hasn’t died yet

Wait, white haired? My head whipped up to stare at the woman in awe. At first I’d thought that she might be an old woman given the color of her hair, but now that I was looking at her closely, she hardly looked younger than twenty five. And now that she was inside the shade of the restaurant, I could see a slight difference in her hair color that I couldn’t tell at first glance. It wasn’t white…it was a metallic white, almost silver.

Its once-majestic walls were fractured, the roof partially collapsed, the sacred moon engravings damaged yet faintly glowing beneath a light layer of snow. And at the heart of it all… a cloaked figure stood. Tall. Motionless. Enveloped in silver from head to toe. Their presence made the air feel vibrant—charged, nearly electric. Aria became still. The figure turned gradually. The hood slipped back. Not a beast. Not an intruder. A woman. Her hair was white—not due to age but from something more ancient than time itself. Her eyes radiated with the same silver fire Aria had glimpsed in her own reflection during moments of confusion. Ancient symbols shimmered gently across the woman’s skin, glow

As she drew closer to the flickering candlelight, I sucked in a breath. Sersia's hair was a stark, unnatural white, hanging in wispy tendrils around her wrinkled face. Her eyes glowed an eerie grey, like storm clouds brewing with untold secrets and dark magic. She looked impossibly old, as if she had witnessed the rise and fall of countless kingdoms.

The other guy was only 5”8”, or 5”9”, but he had dark hair that was short but longer than the other guy. The first female had ash brown hair, maybe a few inches taller than me, and the other female was just as pale skin, and white hair. The three had eyes as blue as the sea, but the female with white hair had ice blue eyes. “Princess, I didn’t think you’ll be home this early. Did you have fun over your friend Calida place?” “Yeah, but I started not to feel well, and needed to come home. Am I interrupting anything?”

The three women turned to him. Two stared, While one looked shy. Ariana cringed at the sight. "S-She. How could that be?" Asked the shoulder-length-haired woman. The woman is beautiful, white-skinned, with a sad face, and of course, if she smiles, she will give a warm impression. Of course, her skin was smooth from care, as was the woman sitting next to her. "Ariana Leonidas?" The voice came from the oldest woman there.

Hera uttered after she saw the scene within the magic screen she had created. The scene inside It displays two gorgeous women that could be considered their beauty to be rivals or even above any goddess. The first one has silver hair and seems to have a strong personality judging by her eyes, while the other one has black hair and seems to have a milder personality than the first one but her eyes were hidden with wisdom.

Okay everything this woman is saying is actually sounding like she's explaining and describing me. ".....She is Muriel Xavier, popularly known as White Wolf. She isn't one of those girl who will wake up, put on make up and play dumb just to get a man. She is a warrior and —" Damn this woman has been talking for what seemed like decades so I just had to cut her off.

They were now the piercing red eyes of my wolf, and my blond hair had now turn pure white — the color of Whitney's fur. Wendy no longer exists. Only a woman out for vengeance.