Novels by White Dove

Damon immediately lurched at Korran, going at his full lycan speed with every ability at his disposal. His muscles coiled and released, propelling him forward faster than most eyes could follow. He threw punches at Korran as he chased him across the clearing, each strike powerful enough to shatter bone, to end a fight in a single blow.But Korran didn't seem fazed by any of it.He kept dodging almost every move Damon threw at him, his body twisting and weaving like water flowing around rocks. And worse, he kept increasing his pace little by little, moving faster with each passing second, like he was testing his new abilities, learning what his enhanced body could do.Damon pushed harder, faster, refusing to let up. Their fight carved a path of destruction through the clearing and into the surrounding forest. Trees shattered as their bodies collided with trunks, branches exploded into splinters, and the ground itself cracked under the force of their movements.Damon used every trick in

Damon closed his eyes, and when he opened them, something shifted in his vision. He could see his sister standing in front of him, but she wasn't the woman she was now.Instead, he saw her younger form… around eight or nine years old, with messy hair and scraped knees, grinning at him with that gap-toothed smile she'd had before her adult fangs came in. The girl who'd been his best friend, his partner in crime, his protector.The memory hit him like a physical blow.But Damon closed his eyes again, forcing the vision away. When he opened them this time, he saw only the threat in front of him. Not his sister. Not family. Just an obstacle between him and what needed to be done.Without thinking, without l

Damon stood up slowly, his muscles coiled tight and ready for another attack. He turned to look back at whoever had hit him with enough force to send him flying across the clearing.His breath caught.Autumn stood over Korran, positioned protectively between Damon and Korran's slumped form. Her eyes were glowing golden, matching his own, and for a moment they both just stared at each other. His sister. They had been separated by choices and circumstances that had led them to this exact moment, facing each other as enemies.Damon panted slowly, trying to catch his breath. He looked down at his clawed hands and swiped off Korran's blood from his paws with deliberate movements. The action was almost casual, but his eyes never left Autumn's face.

Damon tore through the forest, his partially shifted form moving with a speed and grace that would have been impossible for his human body alone. He could feel himself getting closer and closer to Callie with every leap. Her scent was getting stronger now, cutting through the smell of damp earth and torn leaves.But it wasn't just her scent that told him he was close.The raw power he could sense ahead was tightening more and more around him, like invisible bands wrapping around his chest and making it harder to breathe. The air itself felt thick, charged with energy that made his lycan's fur stand on end. Whatever ritual Korran was performing, it was massive. Ancient. The kind of power that hadn't been called forth in generations.Damon forced himself to slow down as he got closer. His instinct was to charge in, to crash through whatever stood between him and Callie like a battering ram. But charging in blind was a good way to get killed… or worse, to get Callie killed.He dropped si

The warriors stationed at the top of the border wall had the best vantage point in all of Silvermoon territory. From their elevated position, they could see for miles in every direction, watching for threats long before they reached the pack lands.So when the fireworks exploded overhead, painting the night sky in impossible colors, every guard turned to look. They watched the cascading sparks with confusion and growing unease.And then they saw them.A rush of wolves, dozens of them, streaming out of the forest from multiple directions. Even from this distance, the guards could see they weren't running like normal wolves. These already transformed in their battle forms, bigger and more dangerous, moving with coordinated purpose.The sound reached them a moment later…. loud howls that made the hair stand up on the back of every guard's neck, and the hefty trampling of earth as a hundred or more paws pounded against the ground. The rogues were rushing toward the pack at full speed, not

Lysa watched with barely contained excitement as the powers from the stones surged into Korran. She could see it happening… the seven beams of light that had been shooting skyward were now bending, curving inward, flowing into Korran's body where he lay on the altar. His skin seemed to glow from within, pulsing with each wave of power that entered him.His breathing changed, becoming deeper, stronger. His chest rose and fell with a rhythm that seemed synchronized with the stones themselves. The scar across his face gleamed silver in the multicolored light, and his mismatched eyes moved rapidly beneath closed lids, like he was dreaming something intense.It was working. By all the ancient gods, it was actually working.Lysa had studied that ritual for months, poring over the old texts until her eyes burned and her head ached. She'd traced the prophecy back through three different translations, cross-referenced it with half a dozen sources, all to make sure she had it exactly right. Bec

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Amelia’s POVAmelia stood in front of the mirror, smoothing her dress for the fifth time. It was nothing extravagant, soft ivory, off-shoulder, with lace that looked like it had stories to tell. Ruby had insisted on doing her makeup. Leona had insisted on redoing it when Ruby made her eyeliner uneven.Now, both of them hovered nearby like overprotective satellites.Ruby adjusted the hem. “You’re shaking.”“I’m not.”Leona raised a brow. “You’re vibrating.”Amelia rolled her eyes, even as her smile betrayed her. “It’s just… it’s been a while since something this good didn’t come with gunfire.”Ruby smirked. “Don’t jinx it.”Leona handed her the bouquet, white roses, baby’s breath, and one stubborn red tulip that Ruby had insisted on “for rebellion.” Amelia looked down at it, laughing softly.“Where’s Kelvin?” she asked.Ruby shrugged. “Pacing. Practicing his vows. Probably thinking about security drills.”Leona grinned. “Man’s marrying a CEO, he should be nervous.”Amelia laughed, shak

Ruby’s POV (Epilogue 3)The first thing Ruby noticed when she woke up was the loud quiet that surrounded her.It was not the kind that came before danger, that sharp, breath-held kind she’d learned to survive, but the gentle quiet that came after everything had already been fought for. The kind that felt like exhaling.The baby stirred beside her, tiny sounds bubbling up between soft breaths. A stretch, a small fist, the faintest whimper. Ruby smiled into her pillow, still half-asleep, half-dreaming. For once, there was no rush to get up. No alarms she had to get up to. No phone vibrating with bad news.After the months of having to deal with that, she was only glad it was over although it still traumatised her a little bit. She had had a visit last week with Mateo and she had gone with her baby, Lily and Amelia who just simply loved holding her godchild. Plus the guys were busy with an issue she didn’t want to bother herself with knowing about. Ricardo had tried to convince her coun

Leona’s POV (Epilogue 2)The first thing Leona noticed was that the apartment was too quiet.No alarms, no encrypted calls, no gunfire echoing faintly through her memory. Just the low hum of the city outside, the lazy rhythm of life she’d almost forgotten existed.She sat cross-legged on the couch, hair pulled into a messy bun, surrounded by half-assembled hardware and a laptop that hadn’t stopped blinking since last night. Even now, she couldn’t help tinkering, an old habit, one Gabriel found endlessly amusing and mildly infuriating.The smell of coffee drifted from the kitchen.“Leona,” Gabriel called, voice rough with sleep. “It’s Sunday. You’re not allowed to code on Sundays.”She smirked without looking up. “You made that rule. I didn’t agree to it.”“You nodded.”“I was drinking wine.”“Same thing.”She rolled her eyes, fingers flying across the keyboard. “You can’t keep treating weekends like religious experiences, Gabriel. Some of us actually enjoy working.”He appeared in the

Amelia’s POV (Epilogue 1)365 Days LaterThe city had learned to breathe again.It wasn’t quieter, no city ever really was, but it was softer now, slower somehow, like it had been forced to remember that silence existed between all the noise. Amelia stood outside the narrow glass building tucked between a flower shop and a laundromat, squinting at the modest sign over the door:“Rook Security & Consulting.”The font was simple, understated. The kind of name that blended in. Which, knowing Kelvin, was entirely the point.She smiled faintly and stepped inside.The bell over the door jingled softly, announcing her like a secret. The place smelled like coffee, leather, and a hint of paint. It was nothing like Vasquez’s empire, no marble floors, no cold glass walls, no sterile perfection. Just warmth, and space, and quiet.There were only two desks. One had paperwork stacked neatly in a corner. The other was an organized chaos of open files, blueprints, and an old framed photograph of a do

Leona’s POVThe hum of the monitors was the only sound in the room.Rows of cables trailed like veins across the floor, connecting half-built towers of equipment to the server racks that blinked weakly in the dark. The office smelled of metal, dust, and too many sleepless nights.Leona sat cross-legged on the floor, hoodie halfway off one shoulder, hair tied up in a messy knot that had given up halfway through the night. Her eyes were dry from staring at code for too long, her fingers tapping at the keyboard with the rhythm of someone too stubborn to stop.Behind her, Gabriel yawned. Loudly.She was also hungry, but if she admitted that, he’d either drag her away from where she sat or leave her to grab some takeout and she didn’t want to agree that his presence was basically what kept her there so long. She wouldn’t be seated here in a dark bleak room if his presence wasn’t so damn comforting.“Do you have to do that?” she asked without looking up.He was sprawled across her couch li