White Stories Novels & Stories

“No matter what you do, don't let my brother find out what happened between us. I will never forgive you in the same way that I did the rest of you.” “Remember that I am not the same person I was when you gang raped me. I am Violet now, the woman you bow to, the woman capable of resurrecting you, the white witch, as they call me. But let me assure you, they may call me the white witch, but I'm not that kind, so don't get on my nerves.”

I felt like puking, this place was too sodomized that I became uncomfortable watching them do this hideous things without any display of shame. Reece took me to another section that was covered with curtains. He moved the curtains for me to move in and when I did, no one was in here.He took me to empty couch, we sat on it and I wasn’t sure I was going to stay that long in here, all alone with him. A lady brought in a bottle of whiskey and red wine to with tumblers on a tray. She placed them on the table in front of us. He opened the whiskey, pouring out little into his tumbler.“Whiskey or red wine?” He asked.

After a lot of internal deliberation, Logan decided to wait for the person to come back, then capture the person and demand information. He pointed the flashlight back up and continued looking at the rest of the inscriptions and drawings. The rest of the writings looked ancient and foreign, like Sanskrit, Logan thought. On the other hand, the rest of the drawings were very easy to decipher. They depicted several battles between the rogue wolf pack and other packs, usually ending in the pack's surrender. However, some drawings depicted a strange wolf. This wolf stood out from the others because it was drawn with white paint. The first few drawings of the white wolf showed it walking with two

I had to get to the bottom of this. “White Wolf, Alpha? Is it possible that it was the white wolf?’ I remember the tales that go on about the last white wolf and the special gift she has. Is that wolf even real? Or just a part of those fables. I sighed, knowing I wasn’t getting anywhere like this. I needed some time alone to think. “Thank you Jacob, you may leave now,” I dismissed him.

he said to me. "I know what I saw, I'm not stressed I'm fine, I saw a white wo-" I was cut off by my father. "ENOUGH!!, I SAID THEY ARE LEGENDS!!, THEY ARE NOT REAL NO ONE HAS SEEN ONE!!, JUST DROP IT!!!!" He yells at me.

‘Before she did not shift her diet was enough for her and Irene, but once she has shifted, her abilities our using her power and strength and she needs to eat more healthy food to able to use her skills’ my jaw tightened. ‘You know this very well, at swipe cleaning of South Hills Pack, the history belongs to them has longed to be put back into dust and no one talks about them anymore. We knew White Wolves existed but since there was no way of them existing now, nobody knows about them including me. I can’t tell how helpless I am feeling to not be able to help her in growing and learning her true strength’ she placed her hand on my shoulder.

Back then, I never understood what I did wrong, why I was always the one getting blamed. However, I got it. It was not about right or wrong. It was just that I was not the one they cared about. … Liliana was there to pick out a wedding dress with Walter. They were engaged for five years then. Harriet, worried I would be hurt, gave me a look. I just smiled. Why would someone who's been through the wringer still dream about a fairytale ending? I watched them head out, but then Liliana turned around.

“Hey, I need more than that!” He spun around and caged me to the wall. “Just trust me, little one.” “No! I need to know, why don’t you tell me?” I was outraged. He constantly avoided the topic. Damon pressed against me and leaned closer to my ear. “He was under my command for a while We fought together in a few wars. Vadas isn’t all that prince charming. He is a monster. Stay away from him. End of talk.” And he strode away, leaving me only more questions. Fuck these males and their tempers.

I asked. "Your mom is strong; she will be okay." He held up a smile. He was worried, trying to hide the truth with his smile. I could see through it but didn't want to trouble him any further. With a sigh, I retired to my bedroom. It had never occurred to me that monsters really existed. Our history teacher had taught us all about ancient mythology, but we had trampled on her words, calling it a superstition. She always responded with a smile, watching us joke around with whatever she thought.

UNTIL THE FINAL WHISTLE --- EVELYN --- She didn't move for a full minute. The cursor blinked on the blank white page, patient and indifferent, and the words stared back at her like a pair of eyes. I can see your screen. Her first instinct was to close the browser, shut the laptop, stand up and walk out of the building. Her second instinct was to call Luca. She did neither. She sat there with her hands flat on the desk and her heart hammering in her chest, and she forced herself to think.