Woman In White Urban Legend Mga Nobela at Kwento

"Thank you all for being here. I know that we have had a recent string of strange events and I think that they are all related somehow. The shadow attack, Dr. Luisa Isabell Wright, Kaya and a few others. Before all these event's happened, I was vistied by Logan's sister. She had warned me not to take off the bracelet and she told me about Kaya being special." I turned to Logan and looked at him directly in the eye. "She told me that a woman called ,'the Lady in White', was going to help me in times that she could not be availabe and I have reason to believe that this Dr. Luisa Isabell Wright is her. Her initals are L.I.W which also stands for 'Lady in White."

"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!

“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

Without a word, she opens the photo album and holds a picture of a young woman who looks very much like me. “Why, she looks just like Mazy!” Aries exclaims. He holds the photo close, while Blaze and I look over his shoulder. “This was my mother, Amelia Winters. She was the last known white wolf in existence.” she eyes the picture. “She lived with the Pure Bloods, the Moon King Pack, before they banished her to our pack, The Sentinels.” “I thought the white wolves were half breeds?” Aries asks.

We want blood for blood! Over 60 women stood with their hair whipping in fury, faces twisted with wrath. The resentment radiating from their bodies could almost drown out the thunder. Every one of them had long since become a griefwraith. They were trapped in this world and could never find peace. People always said that the most terrifying sight in the afterlife was a woman in white shoes and a white dress. But they didn't know that behind every terror lay a story. The reason those people were afraid was that they felt guilty for what they did.

I would do well to handle one female alone, there's no chance of me surviving this group. "Hello." The older male speaks to me. I simply tilt my head and watch him, nerves mounting. "I know you are not native here. I have not caught your scent before. Let me introduce us, we are the city wolves. You are one of us,, or dead. Lone wolves do not last here. They are a threat of exposure to us. You have the good fortune of being female though, so I'd like you to come with us." "No. I do not trust you." I grit through my teeth.