Novel & Cerita White Online

Black's POV "Wow." White said as he stared at the school's entrance, which had extravagant decorations. "This is a school festival, right?" "I guess so." I replied. I don't know what White sees, but everything that I could see was just monochrome. I'm sure these decorations make people feel festive or something, but I guess that's gonna be impossible for me. 'Should we go inside?" White asked. "Ah, yeah. Where do we give the tickets though?"

-EMILY- The sound of the beeping monitor next to me got my eyes rolling, the blurry image of the ceiling looking down on me. I took a sitting position, resting my back on the soft pillow behind me. The scent of antiseptics and the cream-colored walls gave a pretty first impression of where I was. A lady In a white uniform walked in. She didn’t speak, nor did she let out a smile when she saw me. I couldn’t remember how I got here or why I was here, but I was sure she knew the answers.

There was a guard before her father's study, and the guard began to say something to her, but she ignored him and walked inside to her father sitting on his desk, scratching with his pen, leaving inked words on a document. "You mustn't go," Anna said and felt the hand of the guard behind her. Her father looked up at her, and curtly nodded, the guard released his hold of her and withdrew out of the room. Lord White, they called him. He was the only man Anna knew who did things rationally, acting on patience, and true justice. His leadership on Crest Hill after all had kept the people from the notorious Baron's men. But now, the Baron's men seemed more persistent, and were beginning to ask so

And as the moon crowned her in silver light, Selene knew the story had ended as it must. She was not theirs to claim, not his to discard, not anyone’s to bind. She was her own. The White Wolf Luna.

Status: Cleared. A white-tier token. White tokens are standard issue. They aren't stamped with high-pack crests like Jakob's Blue Moon badge, nor are they linked to diamond bloodlines like Uriel or Regis. White tokens belong to the unranked students. The quiet ones. The ones who sit near the back of the lecture halls and keep their heads down. Or the ones who pretend to be fragile, helpless flowers sitting quietly beside the Harvest Moon heir. Willow. A cold sensation spreads through my chest, starting in my lungs and bleeding outward into my fingertips.

"I can't wait to see you in it. You'll look like a goddess in it, that I'm very sure of. It's white right?" "It has to be white, It signifies a sign of her being pure" "Even though she's not," Torren said with a wink and I glared at him. "Don't give me that look, I'm saying the truth. You and the alpha have been going at it for so long. The witch or whoever is officiating the ceremony would have it canceled if he found out" "Who is going to give the witch that kind of information? You?" "I'm just saying. Nyla said the white is a sign of being pure and I'm saying you are not all that pure"

I caught her scent about further 100m away, behind a fountain. Her wolf emerged from the water. White, her wolf was white.Gorgeous.My wolf was Liam, her's was Ophelia, our wolves met, and seemed to like each other well. White is a very rare color, very few have them. Especially a female wolf being white. It was amazing since the white fur was given to the most powerful wolfs only, this is the first time I saw a she-wolf with white fur

And it's why I will willingly serve this man in any way he asks me. “You have a way of inspiring loyalty, Wade,” I say, tilting my head. His beta scoffs and shakes his head in an agreeing motion. “So I keep being told,” Wade says, I can see the human side of him, making him doubt his abilities — he fights his own battles. Which only makes me respect him more. “Why are your wolves white?” Francis says breaking into the conversation no doubt saving his Alpha from the compliments he clearly doesn't find comfortable. “The other ultima’s were various colors. He was almost completely black, and you were gray…”

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.

He nodded, and I picked up my phone and hit a speed dial number. "Dimitri." My father growled down the phone. "Dad, we have a lead on the White Dove." The phone line was silent. For a moment, I was certain he had hung up "Dad?" "Where is she?" He asked, his voice now a whisper. "London, we think," I said. "Adrian and I are going to take the Jet and check her out. Keep it to the three of us for now in case it’s another dead end."