Novel & Cerita Woman In White Urban Legend

Wow, I just close my eyes waiting for the pain to hit me, but nothing happens. I open my eyes slowly, was it just an illusion? But I flinch when I see a big wolf on top of the woman who was threatening me. The wolf is completely white, so gorgeous, I get lost as I watch it swiftly fighting her off. Did the wolf just save my life? In one move, the wolf bites off the woman’s head and throws it away.

And here every single wolf is white. “Do you like it?” suddenly a woman’s voice asks me from behind, making me startle. I thought that I am alone here. I looked at her and my heart stopped. It can’t be, but she looks just the way I’ve heard. Tall, slim, with white blonde hair long until her waist, braided and decorated with little shining stars. Her skin is so white and pure that you could say that she doesn’t have even a drop of blood in her system, and maybe she doesn’t. Maybe she is dead too…

“Their membership was revoked and they were kicked out. I believe the white witch was enraged that day.” “Did you just say white witch?” Dylan checked. “Yes, that is how the owner is referred to.” “Are you talking about a real witch or something?” “To be honest, I don't know, but what I noticed was that she only wore white clothes and had white hair.” “Is she really that old?” “She appears to be very young; no one knows anything about her. She's a mystery, but she's also the most beautiful woman I've ever seen.” He couldn't believe such a thing existed, but whatever it was, it wouldn't hurt to see for himself.

"One more question. Is this hotel yours?" "No! What's wrong? It's not my family's business, so what? I tell you, as long as I call, the boss of Purple Xuan Pavilion will bow and bow in front of me!" The woman in white said proudly. Yang Xiao was stunned. "Who is this woman in white?" Could she be a business female legend in the Yu Province? That was impossible! Although Yang Xiao had kept a low profile over the years, he had heard of almost all the female legends in the Yu Province.

Winny I saw two white headed women staring at me the moment I stabbed my hand in the water. Their expressions were eerie, like they knew me and I knew them. They reached out their hands as tears streamed down their faces. White head women. Something prompted me to help them, to touch them, and heed to their wounds. And I did. The tip of my finger touched that of the first woman, and that was when the whole world fell apart. There was a roar in me that I couldn’t place.

A woman asked softly in the dark. Janice choked with sobs. “Sob, sob…” The woman’s gentle voice sounded cold. “Are you terrified now? Why weren’t you terrified when you killed someone? “Do you know what Mrs. White will become after you killed her? You’ll find out if you look up and see.” Janice looked up unexpectedly. She instantly saw an ungroomed white-clothed female ghost, whose eyes, ears, mouth, and nose were bleeding, and whose face was green. Janice shrieked right away, “Ah —

Not at a desk, not posed with deliberation, but sitting in the particular natural way of someone who has been somewhere for a while and is still there — the posture of someone who is in the middle of something rather than at its end or its beginning. Her face was not visible. The silhouette was complete but the features were not — and this, Adaeze understood immediately, was right. This was the right choice. Because the woman in the silhouette was not her specifically. Was not any specific woman. Was the woman in the dark. Every woman in the dark. The woman who was reading messages she was never supposed to see and sitting at a kitchen counter with her hand flat against the cool surface maki

“But not the kind you are thinking. For the war that is coming, you won’t need your sharp canines or your long claws. You will need something else. I’m here to tell you what.” I narrowed my eyes at the woman, and my anger grew. “What the fuck are you talking about?” I growled. I glanced at Andrew. He was tense. His muscles were strained. I could tell that he was holding Asher back. “I can’t tell you until I explain the legend and the history of the White Wolf or True Luna, whatever you want to call it.” the woman said. “Explain.” Andrew said before I could. “Don’t you think that Emma should hear it too?” the woman sighed. “Besides, it’s a long story. I am old, and I would really like to sit

The woman rolled her eyes at her. "What do you mean by that?! Did you just leave him to die?!" Nora screamed at the woman when she heard her. She finally took a good look at the woman in front of her. Nora found out that she wasn't wearing white like in her dreams. Instead, she was wearing a red gown, however, she was still as beautiful as she was in her dreams. Although the woman looked young, something told Nora that she was way older than she looked. "You heard me! He's a damn werewolf! Why the heck would I go out of my way to save a werewolf? Do you think I've gone crazy?" She rolled her eyes as she said this

" I interrupted the person as I entered. My eyes immediately searched around in search for Hailey but I couldn't find her. Could I have been deceived? No, it's not possible. I could have sworn her scent was in the air. The only person I recognized in this room was Fiona who was already in her wolf form, snarling as she circled the woman. The other woman looks a lot like Hailey but the older version. And then there was a white wolf in the room that seemed to be bound by chain. I have never seen a wolf this white, except from the stain of blood on its neck.