Woman In White Urban Legend Novels & Stories

Mia I focus on the painting, squinting my eyes as I look at the wolf in the mirror. The wolf is all white, which is a legend: there are no white wolves left in the world. What I don’t understand is why the woman has white hair like a cursed one. I guess it could make sense that white hair would correspond with being a white wolf, but I wouldn’t know since I, myself, have no wolf. I sigh, looking at the moon in the picture, “Who are you?” I whisper, my fingers coming up to the canvas to touch the woman’s white hair, but just as I do, the wolves blue eyes glow and I feel my body woosh, knocking me out cold.

And gradually, the chirping of the birds- the only thing that was noise in the forest- goes so quiet. Then I hear footsteps. My heart breaks. Finally, they have found me. But a woman appears above me, but she's not walking on the ground. She looks as a real. She does not look normal. She is very spiritual. She is floating in the air. She is dressed in all white. Her hair is very long, cascading and flowing. Her hair is silver. Her skin is as white as the moonlight and it glows, giving out a sub to blue glow

All the women immediately scrambled on their feet and rushed out of the room, closing the door as the last of them ran out so that the room returned to its dark appearance. My penis returned to its flaccid default as I sat up on the mat, pulling my trousers up while I was at it. There were only two other people in the room apart from me. There was a tall, ginger headed man with a woman beside him. The woman had several markings on her body and one of her eyes was completely white. I was sure that she was a witch. She stretched out a small cup to me and nodded at me to take it from her. I looked at it and took it, bringing it to my nose.

A White Wolf who had just brought somebody back from the dead. I wasn’t stupid. That kind of power would attract attention. Good attention. Bad attention. Dangerous attention. Then there was the vision Zayden had described. The woman standing on the cliff. The silver lightning wrapped around her body. The warning she had given him. The more I thought about it, the more unsettled I became. If she really had been speaking the truth, then something was coming. Something big enough to make a mysterious woman appear after death just to deliver a warning.

another man said. "No one sense a white witch here?" a woman in her late thirties said and Jasmine stared at her. It has always been difficult for her white witch power to be detected. Though she has white hair like her mother. A lot has thought it was because ahe has a white wolf. The woman pointed at her. "She is a white witch" she announced and everyone gasped.

She said getting off the bed. "What? You are leaving?; It's 10:07 pm" The woman told her checking the time and she was right. It's 10:07. "I can't stay here and I'll be fine, What is this place called?" Elsa asked. "Mid steak of San Francisco" The woman said. "Mid steak?! That way far from my house and I'll have to take a cab home." Elsa sighed. "What's the master's name and where is he? I need to thank him" Elsa asked again.

The screen flickered to life, showing a woman with seductive, half-lidded eyes, whom I recognized as me. The video was recorded in a familiar setting—the clinic, during one of Rodrick's treatments for my illness. A woman's moan came from the video. I looked at the two of them and asked, "What do you want to do?" Colby took a step forward. "You've got to help us out, Brianna. You're a huge hit on foreign internet sites now, and men are crazy about you." He held up his hand and named a figure. "We'll give you this much for one night."

Vael began, “they told the tale of a woman who appeared from nowhere, wandering out of a snowstorm with nothing but the clothes on her back. No one knew her name, no one knew her past. But wherever she went, the wind seemed to howl louder, the nights grew longer… and people began to disappear.” My fingers dug into the wood of the bed frame. “They called her The White Witch,” he went on, “for her pale skin, her shiny hair the colour of winter glass… and the trail of ruin she left behind. Villages burned. Men who wronged her were found frozen solid, their eyes wide open in terror.” His gaze never left mine. “The story says she was cursed,” he tilted his head, “-or perhaps blessed, by something

Realizing I wouldn't budge, his tone sharpened as he tried to persuade me again. "If you won't answer it, I will!" I pushed his hands away and made a move to get out of bed to head for the door. Yet, he abruptly seized me, attempting to forcefully shove me into the bathroom. I tried to break free from his hold, but the difference in strength between us was overwhelming. As he was about to force me inside, the front door was kicked open from the outside. The very next second, a young woman in a white dress stormed in with several netizens, who were holding up their phones and livestreaming everything. The young woman was the original poster herself, a third-year medical student named Elowen J

I commanded and without hesitation, he scurried off. I glanced through the bars. At first, I saw nothing but a shape, curled in on itself, small and trembling, but looking closer, the outline sharpened. A wolf, which when compared to mine, was too small for average, although to my greatest surprise, it wasn't just an ordinary wolf. Even beneath the dirt and blood, its coat shimmered faintly of pure white. My eyes narrowed. A white wolf was rare enough to be called a legend. It was rumored to carry the essence of the moon goddess herself, and yet here it was, locked in my dungeon, barely clinging to life.