White Rabbit Villain Novels & Stories

Taika stared at the short cubby hands cover with milky white skin and shaped of pink in the knuckles and figure, that was some kind of hand a grown up, can never have. " Waaaa...haa!" ( Noooooooo!) That had completely confirm her suspicious and now she felt humiliate. ( Fu** you, System world!) The familiar wettish liquid fell on annoyed cute face of Taika who looked ready to kill. ( What now?!, Don't tell me that the roof is leaking or... Annabel! ) Long curly green hair and gorgeous set of light green eyes, which looked alike with that of the villainess. ( What is she doing here? It's she already dead!)

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 wrote furiously. I needed to get the information out as soon as possible. The Warriors needed the information. "Rogues are behind Trail Maps! There were 10 or more on the trail. Selling girls to guy named STAN Stan didn't want to come for one girl without a wolf Bosses = Jerk and Twit - I can identify them! Others are Messenger (kicked him - he hit me with shoe), Dumb (slashed him deep), Dirty (bit his dick - slashed him) - I can identify them!!!"

she states. " As you are aware, each white wolf has special abilities. There are four key powers that are very powerful, they are the elements of nature. These elements are Earth, Fire, Water, and Air. ” She explained it to us. “Very rare white wolves possess the main four powers of the elements. However, you both seem to possess more than one power of the elements. ” She proclaims. "But we don't even know what type of powers we possess, "I pointed out.

I asked, trying to sound casual, I failed, but Vlad went on, staring at the walls like he could see his own future, like he could see himself on the imaginary throne, rulling the world. "No, that is not an option, but I do need to capture the white wolf." "So you are a bitter villain; this is all for some kind of payback?" "No, little wolf, this is my destiny; you sound so brave, but your very own heart gives you away. Such a shame that you betray your own kind to work for me." It was no surprise that he knew; of course he would know I was not bitten. Maybe I should take off the contact lenses, but again, I still needed my disguise.

A part of me wanted to run, to run away from it all even though I knew I wasn't going to get too far, but the other part, the one that remembered the cold steel of the dungeon, the screams, Lena's death , stood it's ground. “We don't kill people based on suspicion in the pack.” Darius slowly turned to the council. “How many times do you want me to tell you that?” “She's not people.” Someone whispered. “She's a traitor.” “She's a wolf.” Darius snapped. “And she deserves a chance to prove herself.” There was a pause, a thick silence that couldn't bring forth anything good. I just knew it. “Then let her prove it.” Rhian rose to his feet. “Just like we agreed on.”

“But, for the record, if the duel went on, Ekul would have won.” I laughed, punching him playfully and asked, “So, did you make a wish?” “Of course I did. That’s how I met the beautiful Princess Wolf Jasmine.” He beamed, his whole face lighting up. “Princess Foxy Jasmine actually.” “Foxy?” “You remind me of a fox in your wolf form. So beautiful. And foxy.” “Foxes are orange.” “Some are brown. The quick brown fox jumps over the lazy wolf.” He snickered.

She was sure Rhobart had had more than one encounter with ice wolves, shadowbeast, and other creatures, but she hated the idea of him being hurt by any of them. “Did you get bitten by an ice wolf?” asked Ayla. “I was ten. He bit my right leg just a second before my sword cut his neck. Trust me; you don’t want that to happen to you. But you don’t need to worry. I won’t let anyone harm you. Ever.” Rhobart ran faster, making Ayla dizzy. She closed her eyes. “Slow down, or I will throw up all over your cloak.” Rhobart groaned in frustration but obliged. “White does are very rare. You are lucky to have seen one.”

At least they would end this long wait, one way or another. At the head of the sea of rogue wolves stood a black stallion, quite similar to the white one that Logan had dismounted from. Logan suddenly felt small and inconsequential. He wished he had stayed on his own mount. He looked up into the eyes of the Rogue King. The man was huge; Logan wondered how the horse could hold him up. He was bald and had a large tattoo on the left side of his face, the exact shape of a crescent moon. The eyes that stared into Logan's were a pale, faded gray colour. They were cold and seemed to inflict fear on whoever looked into them.

“Your wolf is nothing like the ones the rest of us carry. She is the legendary White Wolf—a creature as breathtakingly beautiful as she is rare. However, her nature is a complex one; she is deeply shy, a trait she has carried through the ages,” Valerius explained, his voice resonant with the weight of his experience.