Wolf Snow White Mga Nobela at Kwento

“Don’t move.” The wolf lunged at her, and Snow lost her balance; she fell on the ice-covered lake and groaned in pain, her eyes widened as she spotted the wolf in the air, ready to pounce on her. She closed her eyes, accepting her fate, but nothing happened. She opened her left eye and gazed at the spot where the wolf was, but… The wolf snuggled Snow as she lay there on the floor, with fur as white as snow, the white wolf’s bluish eyes looking feminine and gazing at her.

Visenya's trembling voice cried out, echoing through the eerie darkness. She walked down the path, a haunting silence enveloping her, sending shivers down her spine. It felt as if her body was no longer her own, but a mere shadow, disconnected from the tangible world. Desperate for guidance, she called out again, her voice carrying a plea for help through the blackness. And then, like a beacon of hope, a beautiful white wolf materialized before her. The wolf called out Visenya's name, her voice carrying a soothing melody that instantly eased her fears. Her fur gleamed with an ethereal radiance, as if touched by celestial light.

“It’s petty, but this person could be of use to us. Have you heard the story of the White Wolf?” “No.” Hemlock groaned and shook his head at me. I felt like I shouldn’t have said anything while he looked at me like I was stupid. “The White Wolf is a bitch called Sylvia, who looks like a dog; just like you. Her fur is pure white, so you can’t miss her, but she is very fast. We tried to capture her in the past a few years back with another Soul Stealer, but she found out our plan and ripped his head off. She has two children, Ringo and Orlando; you can try to get to her through them if you can. Her brother, Xaivier, is always around; killing him first before making a move would be wise.”

A rare white wolf from the bloodline of the originals. ***

"Everyone knows the Rivera girl is a rare white wolf. Her pups will be top-tier Alphas, every single one. Whoever mates her becomes the future Alpha King." "And look at her—the Moon Goddess must've carved her by hand." "A wolf like that, blood like that, Is Damian insane?" "Poor Rivera girl. Her own mate doesn't even want her." The whispers circled. Everyone was certain I'd name Damian—they'd all seen how badly I'd fallen for him. In my last life, I worshiped Damian as my savior. White wolves are rare, which means my life was never peaceful. I got snatched by rogues once.

she spat out. That piqued his interest. “Why did they take Clarissa and her mother?” He questioned adjusting himself on the horse he had come on. “A witch came with them,” Yomen’s eyes bulged. “And suddenly a white wolf came out from her.” “Stop talking.” The girl went silent immediately, her lips quivering in fear. “A white wolf, you said. Tell me, did this wolf glow in the moonlight?” She nodded her head furiously. Yomen looked up at the moon. “Not only did I find out that the whistling coven is still alive, the white wolf has finally shown herself,” his lips twisted into a sick grin.

Then I did well. Without mincing words, Olivia took out a shiny object and pointed it to my forehead. “What are you doing?” I didn’t realise she came with that. “Checking your wolf’s strength?” I was curious to know how much I’d improved within a day. “And what does it say?” “Yellow.” “Yellow? What does that imply?” “White signifies low strength. Black signifies growing strength. Blue signifies shaky strength. Violet signifies moderate strength. Red signifies danger. Green signifies human strength. And human strength means such a wolf is hopeless from ever attaining wolf strength.”

She added and winked at them. Ariel nodded in understanding. She is a mermaid, by the way. “A fairy… a mermaid…” Snow White muttered. “I once saw my stepmother talking to a mirror…” she said. Cinderella looked at her. “She is schizophrenic?” she guessed. Snow White shook her head. Her lip twitched. “No… she also often cooks, especially apples…” she said. “She wanted to be a chef?” Ariel wrote on the ground what she guessed. “No!” Snow White took a deep breath. “She is a witch!” she told them.

She had propped me on the highest floor with a handful of guards I didn't need. I merely walked past their wide eyes, aware that I was naked as hell. A vein popped in my neck at the memory of what happened at the lake. Who was that doxy? White hair that shimmered like silver in the moonlight. Those blue sultry eyes. They looked icy, like daggers ready to pierce through my soul. I had seen her when she arrived with the Snowcap Alpha. A mere pup. I wondered how he had managed to rule and protect his pack.