Woman In White Urban Legend Novels & Stories

Anaztasia purred as she stroked her belly gently. “Gosh! I have two children to give gifts to every birthday!” Two people chuckled behind Rozelyn. The other one is Avril. Yet, the woman beside him…she was wearing a doctor’s coat and has pale skin. It was her crimson lips that struck her the most. She had never seen her before. Yet, her smell is of a werewolf. Before Rozelyn could ask who she was, the woman already extended a hand and beamed at her. “I am Dr. Fiona White, working at the local hospital. It’s nice to meet you, Ms. Thaumaturge.”

** she paused, adjusting her glasses and releasing a sob before resuming **" According to the legends there was one particular woman that was imprisoned because she was a widow with grey long hair and claw-like nails. She had a daughter, her only child that was confined with her and bounded with a torture mechanism that hinders speech and does not permit the mouth to open wide. The mechanism was embedded with spikes that will pierce the throat, jaws and lips if the bearer attempts to open her mouth to speak.

"Mr. Richards, I've obtained the surveillance records of Richards Manor's entrance. I did see a woman in white coming in. She has dishevelled hair, and I couldn't see her face clearly, but her figure looked very much like Liya." Alvin came in a hurry and reported convincingly. "What?" Hansen was so shocked that his expression changed drastically. It turned out that that woman had really come here. It seemed that Jenna was right. That was outrageous. How dare she threaten his wife? That was too evil!

she narrates, and then looks at the television again. "They say she has cursed millions of lives for she was not given eternal rest." My eyes move to stare at the woman on the television. It was only a horror movie made of an urban legend, but I saw myself in her. A small smile flashes across my lips. "I see, that's unfortunate," I comment. Not long after our short movie marathon, just as Bright mentioned, a knock on the door took place. I was about to walk towards the entrance when she stopped me in my tracks and proceeded to open the door herself.

one of the men asked, stepping forward. "You might not be afraid of it," Axton said. “But I won't hesitate to use it on you if you step out of line. I mean that.” "Alright, alright,” the woman among them spoke and pushed the first man aside. "What do you want?” "Who are you guys?” Axton asked. "What sort of question is that?” She counter-asked. "Why did you place a bounty on the white wolf?” He asked. "We want her,” she replied, laughing. "She's a legend, right? Imagine how precious she is. Now, is she here or what?”

“Even getting to stand here would be your greatest blessing. Many people don't even get a chance to come in, yet you are still picky? Would you believe I could smack you to death with one slap?” Alex nodded. “I believe you, of course, but I did nothing wrong. So, why do you want to smack me to death?” “Cut the crap! Come with me!” “Huh? Where are we going?” “Follow me and you will know.” The woman turned around and walked outside. Alex glanced at the statue’s position before helplessly following her... The temperament of the woman in white was despicable and accursed, but she had a truly decent figure with her hips wiggling as she walked. When Alex stared back at her, he involuntarily activa

He had never encountered such an irritable person as her. “Okay listen. Everyone knows white witches are pure, and their hearts hold an immense amount of power and this woman is mighty among all the white witches that have ever existed. So... o. I want her heart and if you wish your plan to succeed, then try to find her first before the other creatures lay their hand on her,” Verada said, then paused with narrowed eyes. However, she isn't finished speaking suddenly, a log flew toward her, but she quickly dodged it, or it would have passed through her skull.

I crashed through the bedroom door, a snarl ripping from my throat that shook the windows in their frames. In the center of the room, standing over the bed where the triplets were huddled, were two figures. One was a warrior of the Iron Fang, his face painted with the red clay of a blood feud, a silver dagger held tight in his hand. Beside him stood a woman draped in tattered black silk, her eyes glowing with a sickly, iridescent light. The witch. "A white wolf," the witch whispered, her voice sounding like dry leaves skittering across a grave. "The legends did not mention she was a mother. Such a pity to end a bloodline so soon."

he questioned. " Yeah, a fatty in that same description went that way" the lady verified, pointing in the opposite direction of the way. Lucas walked swiftly into an unlocked room, searching for her while scanning it with his eyes. " I know you are in here, stop running away from me, lady. " he snapped and waited for an answer, but there was none. He noticed a pair of red shoes behind the curtains and smirked. " Maybe she's not in here, I'd have to check the other room" he said, pretending to walk out.

She stared at the faces of the major scientists of Aaima pharmaceuticals, they were six of them. "Miss Munawarrah, we agreed on a meeting tomorrow morning..." Jibril started but she cut him off. "Shut up!" She screamed at him and the man immediately kept shut. She kept her face neutral as she stared at them, the men were uncomfortable under her scrutinized gaze. It was completely ironical that a woman could make them this vulnerably but, she wasn't just a mere women she was the definition of a cold hearted businesswoman. The door opened and the vice president Aliyu Umar walked in, he was a young and ambitious man and could be considered as one of the most eligible bachelor in the northern pa