Whitewashed Characters Novels & Stories

There was a ditch to the right of it that was filled with water, swarming with small insects. “Waterhole” he said “wall, gravel, building. That’s all you’re going to see from now on. Plus, everyone wears white around here. The humans that are bought in are stripped down and given the tiniest clothes to cover their parts. It’s funny to watch.” Humans? Perhaps, I would be able to find someone I knew? Surely, someone else had been captured? Maybe even the twins? They would only be wearing white, which would stand out on this bleak area.

People said she was only nice to me because of the Lloyd family. Well, Liliana probably got what she wanted. "Zack, I noticed your clothes were all dirty yesterday, so I picked out a few for you. Don't worry, I've only worn them once. You don't mind, do you?" Walter said, holding up his cast-offs like trophies. All eyes were on us at that moment. I was hit with a flashback of all the times I was awkwardly bested by Walter. However, those embarrassments seemed like nothing after surviving five years in what felt like hell.

What sorcery is this? Is he a witch? The images were moving all around the room playing a whole scene. It showed people, normal looking people, laughing together, drinking and eating at a table. “Who are these people?” “This was the Royal bloodline. They were at war with the Vampires and some of the dark witches made allies with the Vampires to completely destroy the Royal Pack. Everyone fought the war, each and every member of the pack,” White wolves ran around, there was a flash of war, witches hovering in the air, shooting blasts at the wolves.

Lacey's POV: I have been at the beautiful pond for about an hour. While I am laying down by the pond enjoying the peace and quiet, all of a sudden my senses are alerted when I hear a twig snap in the woods around me. I look around but see nothing but something is telling me someone is watching me, I decide its better for me to head back to the pack house. it's rare to see a white wolf and I don't need any extra attention, it's bad enough I am the pack slave, everyone thinks I'm an omega low level wolf, everyone thinks I am trash, but nobody knows I'm of the Alpha blood line. my birthday is in a week, and I plan on leaving when I turn 18, and nobody can stop me.

He was handsome in every way June could have ever imagined and those black eyes of his, gazed at her thoughtfully and it was at this that June noticed she was still staring at the man that she looked away and pretended she was cleaning the bar her mind still wandering on the man. She felt like she had known him or she had seen him. “Mr. White! You came!” the woman, now revealed Clara exclaimed and June immediately knew where she knew him. Of course the best celebrity tycoon. Miles White. Flawless and spotless plus daringly handsome, more than the magazines had portrayed.

They moved with a slow, rhythmic desperation, their silver eyes reflecting the total absence of a "Happy Ending." "They are the 'Recycled Souls' of every sector the Architects ever abandoned," Silas whispered, his gold-veined wolf form simmering. He saw a warrior who carried the broken shield of the North, and another who wore the tattered cloak of the Thorne bloodline. These were versions of themselves from "Alternative Scripts" that had failed the "Market Test."

He held my hand and pushed me in front of Rozsa who is now wearing a gray dress. Now, I realized that I am the only one who's wearing a white dress. All of them are either wearing brown or gray clothes. Women are in dresses, while men are in their simple shirt clothing. One thing is for sure, the way they dress up is quite similar to mortals, so I guess that I'll be able to cope up with them and their culture. "Today, we are gathered to welcome our newest family member. Aksha Beatrix Aslenovie, the legendary white wolf. We are lucky to have her in our kingdom as we all thought that there would be no white wolf left in our world."

I replied, cutting her off even before she could find a reason to tell me to leave the fight. The firmness and resolution in my voice were the only things that Emily needed. She smiled at me with a little nod of the head and then he turned to face the servant. “We are both Whitewolfs.” She said. “Whitewolfs never run away from a fight, we only run towards it.” She declared loudly. The servant nodded and together, the three of us stood our ground, eager to do battle with the rogues and bounty hunters before us...

He had traded our location, and the fragile existence of the unborn Heir inside my womb, to secure his own survival in the new Regency world order. "White ghosts," I whispered, the words freezing in my throat as the dark perimeter of the chamber began to bleach. The escalation was an instantaneous, blinding invasion. From the fractures in the data walls, thousands of high-frequency, sterile pale figures materialized—the specialized extraction avatars of the Sovereign executioners, known across the sectors as the "White Ghosts." They didn't use crude force; they deployed a systemic white-out protocol designed to bleach and erase any corrupted data in the mainframe.