White Kamen Rider Novels & Stories

The witches closed in, their laughter echoing like a chorus of nightmares. Something inside Aqua snapped. A surge of dark energy, unfamiliar and terrifying, welled up within her. She felt her pendant grow hot against her skin, the clear crystal turning black as smoke. The air around her crackled with raw power as she turned back towards the attackers, her fear morphing into a blinding rage.

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.

It had been years of being the strong and young budding alpha female, and in one night, it seemed all of that had been taken away. The wolves of the Craw pack were black and strong, their eyes a variety of colors that changed based on their mood. The wolves of other packs had similar characteristics and sometimes you could only tell the difference based on scent and markings. “Other packs” however, did not include the Decent pack, the pack of the white wolves. They were the outcasts and had gone into hiding for many years now because as Isha had always been told, they were a mistake to the werewolf lineage.

"Dinner's ready, babe." Jesse hollered enthusiastically, opening the door to his small walk-in closet. His heart skipped a beat and his eyes almost popped out of their sockets as he saw K, standing and looking at herself in front of the full-length mirror, wearing a white dress. The white dress.

Maybe I will know the title when there is a commercial. I didn't notice the time, since I am very focused on the anime I am watching. By the way, I already know the title of the anime. It is "Kimi No Nawa" or "Your Name". I find this very amazing, event though I started at the almost middle part of the movie. The ending is already near. I am really focused since I want to know if the two protagonists will stay together or not. But I was disappointed when the boy didn't hug the girl. Instead, he asked her name. Now I know why the title of the anime is Your Name.

It was only a sword, yet it was like a heavenly rift that forcefully separated Tyr from Auster and the others. The violent blade energy gushed from the white sword, forcing the Auster and others to retreat. “What powerful blade energy.” Auster and the others were startled. “Who’s there?” In the darkness of the night, a white figure stepped forward. He wore white, had fair skin as white as snow, and handsome features that bore a trace of iciness. He looked like a character out of a comic book. Tyr was startled. He, of course, knew who this person was. It was the man in white who carried a sword casket with him.

“Who are you people? And what about us?” The questioned looked at each other. “I thought I already told our names.” Shiro said. “That’s not what I meant.” Matthew stressed his tone. They understood what he wanted to know. They hesitated. “Megat Ron, Farris (Freeze) Slam and Shiro White. One of the greatest teams of Hunters in the world. A Legendary rank and two Ace ranks. You guys have been gone for three years now.” Yuki suddenly exposed them. “What?” Isaac gasped in surprise. “I thought the name was familiar, but you guys are THOSE guys?! Wow just… Wow.”

I used to get a few updates about him from Ren and Rachel, but even they didn't hear much from him, except that he got a new Beta now. I kept myself occupied with the new trainer. While Madison was mean and relentless, Zoey was friendly but far more brutal. With platinum blonde hair and ocean blue eyes, she belonged to the White Warrior clan, a clan that doesn't have the mate concept. Their bloodline was notorious for the ruthless killers they were, not belonging to a pack or territory. Their wolves were as big as any Alpha's wolf.

Even as an adult, Aella always felt small whenever she stood close to him. He was putting on a cape of wolfskin around his shoulders. Underneath the cape, he had on a black turtleneck and black pants with large combat boots. His mouth was set in an unforgiving line as the both of them regarded each other. He raised a hand and caressed her sweaty face, pushing a strand of her hair to the side. "Poor thing. Poor, precious White Wolf." He murmured without any hint of sympathy in his voice. "Too bad you'll die soon. I really did like you."

It was chaos. Wolves were everywhere. Gray Silverfangs clashing with the black vests of the Iron Howlers. I saw flashes of fire—Molotov cocktails being thrown. I saw the hockey players near the gate, swinging heavy sticks wrapped in something that sparked with blue light. But my eyes were drawn to the tree line. Standing there, just outside the range of the floodlights, was a shape. It was white. Glowing faintly in the darkness. The White Wolf. He wasn't looking at the battle. He was looking up. At me.