Story And White Novels & Stories

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

he gave him a shallow smile. "Silas, I am against your plan. You sacrificed your own family and your own life for the sake of our existence. I am willing to go and serve you even in the other world!" the high priest gloomily declared. He couldn't contain his sadness that he hugged his old friend tight. The king also did the same thing. They felt like that would be their farewell hug. As they arrived in the kingdom, the supposed to be glorious banquet became a bloody one. The vampires were everywhere sucking the blood of the white wolves in human forms. The other white wolves that transformed fast, fought with all their might.

"Seth, Max was only trying to help you try out this marriage, and this is how you repay him? You're being ungrateful! No wonder your mom died so early! It's your karma!" I glanced at Jane's ghost-white face, arched an eyebrow, and grabbed the mic. "Everyone's probably wondering why we switched brides at the last minute today. Well, these videos and recordings say it all!" The detective did his homework, laying out the whole soap opera for us: a lovey-dovey couple torn apart by cold, hard cash, then years of on-again, off-again drama, and finally, the big romantic rekindling. The crowd was eating it up.

"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.

"You must be a long-time fan of this novel. You're late to the party, though—the plot has already completely derailed!" "In any case, we're fully on board with the supporting male lead and the big shot being a couple! Zoe and Jaiden can do whatever they want!"

Hector POV “What do you know about white wolves?” Jude asks me something that I never expected a full grown Alpha to ask me. Let alone my closest friend. “White wolves?” I huff in amusement standing up and walking over to the side cabinet where Aubrey had left refreshments. I pour myself a coffee, knowing I would need the caffeine after a busy training session and now Jude talking to me about bloody fairy tales. “They are a myth…a fairy tale.” I grunt as I stir my hot drink.

"Claude!" I screamed at the top of my lungs. "Claude!" I don't know how long I've been here or how long I had been asleep, I still was unsure where exactly I was. All I knew was that Claude called this place the white room, I haven't heard that name in a very long time. My grandfather used to tell me stories about a place they called the white room, people would take werewolves and run experiments on them, but none were seen again. And if this is where I am, that the stories from my grandfather are true then I'm in trouble. "Claude Theriot!"

(This chapter will be in both Orion and Delaury’s POV) Orion’s POV White wolves. The rarest form of wolves to ever exist. According to the stories told by my father about supernaturals, the white wolves are the strongest kinds of wolves to ever exist. And my mate was one. The mate I rejected and I went back for. The mate I didn’t believe earlier when she told me my dad was the murderer of her parents and the attacker of my best friend. Regrets filled my thoughts at the remembrance of these events. I’d just woken up from my drug-induced sleep when my dad rushed over to me to tell me how he’d seen Delaury kill Sebastian. I was confused.

Idiot! My eyes lock with the beautiful baby blue ones of the wolf. I have never seen a white wolf. And never imagined it to be so ... beautiful. And powerful. Over that,there is this strong feeling that I should bow my head to it. Something so majestic and Godly should be respected. The wolf tilts its head, staring down at me and starts shifting back to it's human form. "Tristian?" My jaw drops and my eyes widen. Yet, something tells me that I expected it to be him. There is no way that those beautiful eyes belonged to anyone else. But a white wolf? As per the legends, White wolves are considered to be rare and powerful.

My father said. "We think we should set up a marriage between you and the Spanish Mafia." My Grandfather said. "No." Came Adriens voice before I could even open my mouth to say anything. "He needs to be married so he can take over." "And I will be, but not to the Daughter of the Spanish Mafia. I have waited this long to find the White Dove; I will wait as long as it takes for her to be ready." I told him. "You have to understand." Alek started.