Black Rock Shooter White Rock Shooter Novels & Stories

My phone! I silently praised the universe. I unlocked it, and started to scroll through the contacts to find Alexander’s number. I pressed the call button, only to be scared when there was no signal. I sighed, and fell into a dreamless sleep. I woke up to feeling pressure on the bed. I bolted up, and tried to roll off of the bed. I could see now, due to the twinkles of the lit candles. Namhaid grabbed my arm, just as I was about to hit the ground running.”Where are you going?” He asked me, staring directly into my eyes. I shivered, and cleared my throat to test my voice. I was pleased to find that I could talk. “Since when do you care what I have to say?” I ask him, my words dripping in sarc

"Everyone knows the Rivera girl is a rare white wolf. Her pups will be top-tier Alphas, every single one. Whoever mates her becomes the future Alpha King." "And look at her—the Moon Goddess must've carved her by hand." "A wolf like that, blood like that, Is Damian insane?" "Poor Rivera girl. Her own mate doesn't even want her." The whispers circled. Everyone was certain I'd name Damian—they'd all seen how badly I'd fallen for him. In my last life, I worshiped Damian as my savior. White wolves are rare, which means my life was never peaceful. I got snatched by rogues once.