Novel & Cerita White-haired Female Characters

The one called Sarya replied, “Sit next to me, Daya. There is much I have to tell you, and much I still have to do.” Daya spoke next. “Let’s not waste time then and tell me everything. Maybe I can still make it back to the party.” Ayla peaked at the women. One of them had light pink skin and long green hair. She was wearing a dress made from yellow leaves. The other woman had long white hair and was wearing a white dress and a white cloak. “In the last year, I have seen more and more visions,” the one with white hair said. From her voice, Ayla knew she was Sarya. “Many terrible things will happen.”

A lady in a white gown matching her white hair sat on a chair gossiping; only she seemed to be somewhere​ around sixty. Nah. I diverted my gaze to the second option. A girl with white hair running and playing around her mother. Nope. My third option was enveloped with a crowd of men and women for which I couldn't see her face nor attire, but the long white hair. Hmm... A charmer, aren't you, darling? Getting off the stool I went forward pushing through the crowd when I heard her soft velvety voice and felt like strangling the life outta her.

Joan and Johnathan had the same powers. This woman wasn't a dark witch. She was a white witch Alice saw that. The good witches. Why was she in cahoots with the despicable dark witches? The woman has hard red hair and Amber eyes. She looked really beautiful and walked with grace. Alice wondered why she was using her powers badly. No wonder the dark witches could enter the palace undetected.

Among the thick trails of smoke was a gray wolf. My eyebrows knitted together as I stared in confusion, and as I looked closer, I realized it wasn’t gray, but white. It had only looked gray because of the smoke, but its fur was actually snow white. A white wolf. That was a rare color to see indeed. White werewolves were exclusively female and usually highborn. It was a fur color reserved for royalty and nobility, and I had never seen a wolf that shade in person. Guests who had been trapped within the building followed the wolf, coughing as they stumbled out.

She looked sad as she picked at her food. I couldn't help but watch her. She was breathtaking. Her porcelain white skin looked like it could be made of silk. I wanted to run my fingers along her cheek and see if she was as soft as she looked. Her hair lay in a wave of gold, making her bright blue eyes shine like the ocean water under a full moon. With the table of douchebags ignoring the goddess that sat right next to them, her attention turned from the table and looked around the room. It was almost as though she was looking for someone, maybe a friend, that would treat her better than the dick bags there at the table with her. But then our eyes met, and her search ended. Again I had to fig

King Eremus said and left his daughter's room. Princess Elena is a very beautiful 20 year old lady. Her hair was mercury-purple and it tumbled over her shoulders and reached her waist. She had saccharine sweet lips. They were blossoms so soft that a guy would love to have a taste. She had a cheerful character and that was what made almost all the princesses want to be her friend. She also had a shapely figure that beat all the Princesses, but she makes sure she always wears oversized clothes to cover her shape. And her eyes were rapture-purple eyes like her hair, oddly.

Gran takes the photo album from Aries, ruffling his hair as he sits down next to me. “I’ll tell you a story of the Great White Wolves, for like your sister Mazelina, there were hundreds of men and women just like her, with skin as pale and beautiful as the moon, platinum blonde hair and eyes as pale as the midday blue skies. Their uniqueness didn’t stop there for when they shifted into their wolves, they had coats as white as snow. These wolves were cherished and protected for many, many moons.” “Where are they now?” Blaze asks. Without a word, she opens the photo album and holds a picture of a young woman who looks very much like me.

"We'll get through this, Sara. Together. And we'll make sure Tunisha pays for what she's done." Emma's eyes had already narrowed, her mind leaping with connections. "About the woman in the shadows, Elias. Does she have white hair?" Elias's face turned thoughtful, his eyes scanning his memory. "Now that you mention it, Emma. Yes, she did. Her hair was long and white, almost. ethereal." I shivered at the sound of their conversation. White hair? It couldn't be. Emma's voice was barely above a whisper. "I think I know who it might be. The woman in the shadows, I mean."

another man said. "No one sense a white witch here?" a woman in her late thirties said and Jasmine stared at her. It has always been difficult for her white witch power to be detected. Though she has white hair like her mother. A lot has thought it was because ahe has a white wolf. The woman pointed at her. "She is a white witch" she announced and everyone gasped.

And when I saw the end of the corridor, I could always recall in a trance that the sound of Hannah running by joyfully with carrying the hem of her skirt in the past. She was also a noble Alpha, just like me. The wolf awakened inside her was the white wolf with the purest blood. And I have seen its appearance. The snow-white fur symbolizing the purity of its blood - It was very rare. Also it had been a long time since there had been a white wolf without any other color's fur. Hannah was the purest person in the world, just like the white wolf inside her body, Monica. She had beautiful blonde hair, charming features, and a pair of charming blue eyes. She was extremely like our mother's appear