White Lily Osrs Novels & Stories

Next to it were two boxes of jet-black hair dye, a dark green herbal vial with a handwritten label, and a neatly folded piece of paper. Nanny Mary's handwriting was shaky but clear: “My dearest Gwen, by the time you read this, you will have safely left that wretched place. Keep this money to protect yourself. As for this herbal vial, take one small sip every week during the full moon—absolutely do not forget, it will help you suppress those strange 'hallucinations' after that poisoning incident. And this peculiar white hair, if you aren't ready to face the outside world yet, use the dye I prepared to hide it away. Live well, my sweet girl.”

They were not even the golden color of an Alpha wolf. Instead, Lily’s eyes were glowing with a permanent, blinding silver light. The brilliant silver glow was so bright it cast long shadows across the ice, shining with the ancient, majestic power of a true supernatural queen.

Caelum stood beside his sister, his hand glowing with a soft emerald light as he touched the owl’s wing. The Root is thirsty, a voice echoed in my mind—not Elias’s voice, but the combined voice of the twins. The South brought the thirst. The water of the Spire is poisoned, and the wolves of the North are drinking the lie. We must find the White-Well. "The White-Well?" Félix asked, looking at me. "I’ve lived in these woods my whole life and I’ve never heard of a White-Well." "That’s because it’s not in the woods, Lixie," I said, the realization hitting me like a physical blow. "It’s in the heart of the Crystal Valley. It’s the source of the quartz."

Moments later, his fading footsteps could be heard. “Are we done now? Can we go?” Lily asked the stylists. “Actually, ma’am, there is one more thing,” another stylist said. “What’s that?” Lily asked. The stylist brought out her veil. The sheer white veil was secured just beneath her bun. “Now, ma’am, you are good to go.”

Lilith's POV. The moment I stepped out of the mansion gates, I finally let out the breath I'd been holding. The servants were still celebrating inside after Oliver restored their salaries and rewarded them for remaining loyal through the darkest days our pack had ever faced. I knew he wouldn't notice my absence for a little while. And there was somewhere I needed to go. Somewhere I needed to see with my own eyes. Exhaling a deep breath, I walked towards the path leading towards the dungeon

This was the moment that showed the outcome of all my plotting which I had done in a few minutes. "Princess Zira Dragon of White Moon pack, I accept your offer. . ." She stated fiercely.

The King nodded, me and the other Elders released our aura, from there everyone was catching their breath. “Since that part is over, are you going to answer our question?” Elder Vernor ask. “We all believed that the white Lycan was cursed, we decided not mention it. “I hate to disappoint you, but you all are wrong, the white Lycan is a gift from the moon goddess. We met the girl, and her Lycan let me tell you they both are beautiful.” “What do you mean the white Lycan is a gift?” The king ask.

Lydia asked, echoing her sister's earlier comment. “Yeah,” Sean nodded. “You smell like honeysuckle.” “No, that’s not my smell,” Lydia waved him off. “Well, it’s true! Lydia, you smell like that,” Blake added, sniffing her sister. “If I remember correctly, your smell used to be like ice in a…” “White snow,” Lydia completed. How could she smell like honeysuckle? Her wolf was associated with the scents of white snow and bluebells. She sniffed at herself but regretted it; without her wolf, she couldn't smell anything.

A lot of questions came into mind but I was finding it difficult to get any substantive answers. Before I could get into the negative, I remembered something vital. “The white wolf is not an ordinary wolf. She glows like the moon in the night and her powers are unmeasurable” I remembered the prophecy many years ago For years I had gone in search of this white wolf to save my people. The white wolf was the only vantage point to destroy the dark forces and stop them from causing any form of trouble. Most especially, one that involves destroying Nexus which I was a protector of.

Lily stared at it, and I could see the fear in her eyes, fear that matched my own. Elena, sensing the hesitation, turned toward Lily and whispered, "It's okay, Lily. I'm scared, too, but this is for Winter." Lily hesitated, but then she took a deep breath, her hand trembling as she reached toward Winter. The moment her hand touched Winter's, it began to glow with an ethereal blue light, even brighter than the green that Elena's hand emitted. The two lights mingled, growing brighter, and before I knew it, the light became blinding—so bright that I could no longer look directly at it.