White-haired Female Characters Novels & Stories

Mia I focus on the painting, squinting my eyes as I look at the wolf in the mirror. The wolf is all white, which is a legend: there are no white wolves left in the world. What I don’t understand is why the woman has white hair like a cursed one. I guess it could make sense that white hair would correspond with being a white wolf, but I wouldn’t know since I, myself, have no wolf. I sigh, looking at the moon in the picture, “Who are you?” I whisper, my fingers coming up to the canvas to touch the woman’s white hair, but just as I do, the wolves blue eyes glow and I feel my body woosh, knocking me out cold.

I couldn’t look away. In the center of the painting stood a tall woman with pale skin. Her hair was long and white, flowing down her back like silk caught in the wind. It almost looked soft enough to touch. She wore a silver robe that shimmered under the painted moonlight, like it was made of stars or light itself. Her face was calm, almost peaceful, and her hand rested gently on the back of a massive white wolf beside her.

Sarah and Fiona were two beautiful, gorgeous girls that made Kara and a whole lot of other girls, question their femininity. Both with an extensive background of wealth that ran deeper than Kara could ever imagine, they were quite the duo. Sarah had auburn hair whilst Fiona had blonde, almost white hair which they both equally managed to maintain in flawless wavy tresses. And it went beyond that. Their looks were even more ravishing.

, who drugged their Alpha and then got their Alpha injured and most importantly -- bewildered. But Evelyn wasn't at the Whites at dinner time. "Alpha Raymond!" Noah White came all the way to the front yard with his arms opening wide, welcoming Raymond, "We have all been waiting for you!" The woman beside Noah White let out an awkward laugh when Raymond avoided the hug Noah tried to force on him. "So, I guess you are Sarah White then?" Raymond turned to the woman, and his eyes fell on the timid girl in the her arms-- Ava White. She also had Evelyn's scarlet red hair, but her eyes were blue while Evelyn's were purple; and Evelyn got curls at the tip reaching her waist like a clumsy little witc

"Please! Please! Don't hurt him. I'll do anything." The queen turned towards me and smiled. "Oh, I know." She opened another cell and shone her torch light in. It's at that moment, I saw another girl. She looked to be in her late fifties maybe. Perhaps older. Her skin was wrinkled and dry, her hair stringy and greying. She looked wasted and weak and had chains around her arms. "This," Queen Luna Evangeline spoke as she walked in, "is Grace. Our white wolf."

Then Athena felt something incredibly warm on her head, encouraging her eyes to open. A gorgeous woman stood in front of us. Her hair was a bright white with skin that seemed to be like glowing ivory. Her eyes had the most incredible golden hue to them. She was ethereal, unlike anything that I had ever seen before. If the sun was personified into a female form, this would be it.

I couldn’t see his face. “You should have never tried to mess with me, woman. I am the Goddess. I am the destructor.” I heard a woman laughing like a maniac behind that illuminated source. Her face was masked behind the red light. Her long white hairs spread in all directions. She was huge, like huge huge. The scene changed and I saw a little girl crying. She had Auburn hairs. So cute. But tears strains beaded her cheeks. The girl looked familiar. Then another series of cries followed and I knew the source.

I was in the middle of a sea of ghosts, dressed in tattered dresses, cloaks, and crowns. One stepped forward, a woman I was damn sure I had seen before. She had long white hair, a strong body like that of a warrior, and her eyes were blue like the ocean. She was beautiful, even in death. Her hair floated like smoke, and she was heartbreakingly familiar.

Clearly chosen to project an image of elegance and power. Her hair— It is white. Not pale blond that might have come from genetics or age. Not silver-gray from the natural progression of years. White. Completely. Uniformly. As if the snow itself had endured too many winters and lost all capacity for anything except absolute white. She appears older than I expected. Her eyes are lined with the weight of years and secrets. Beneath them are shadows that speak to suffering. To pain endured in silence. However she holds herself in a way that is indestructible. In a way that suggests she has survived things that would have broken lesser people.

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.