Story And White Novels & Stories

Momo muttered, blood oozing from his mouth. I gazed at Billy and Kate, who slowly crawled out of the layers of blocks. Their eyes were all white, pleading for a way out of their calamity. “Everyone get behind me.” Pastor Timothy commanded. They scrambled, hoping to get themselves next to the high and mighty Pope Timothy. Kate got herself out of the block, her bones making crackling sounds as she lay on the floor. They stepped back, wondering how a child had managed to crawl all the way out despite the layers of concrete weighing them down.

“I’m the part of you you’ve been running from. I’m the strength you thought you never had. I’m the howl in the night that never answered back because you refused to hear me.” “Say it,” My whole body was shaking. “If you want me to accept you, tell me your name.” I already knew her name, deep down. But I needed to hear it from her. I needed confirmation that I wasn’t losing my mind. She took a shaky breath. “Whitee. My name is Whitee.” The great white wolf—Whitee. Everyone I met always said it. I was Whitee. This wasn’t some delusion or half-formed hallucination. This was the moon-goddess-born legend. Just… Whitee. Simple. Honest. Real.

Half of White Claw pack was of African decent and had moved here many years ago when their people had been hunted relentlessly and to near extinction by the Aje’ and their powerful juju. ‘I give you the choice Channon, of knowledge or power.’ White Claw had asked me to walk with him through the mangroves, even the huge crocodiles that inhabit the dark still waters recede quickly when they sense his approach. I have never seen White Claw as a human and there are legends within his pack that he was cursed by the most powerful Aje’ to be stuck in his monstrous wolf form until he dies. I have often come close to asking him if this is true, but in reality I don’t want to know. Is there really wit

“That’s probably the simplest way to explain it. Her powers are too strong. Everything surfaced at once and her body temporarily shut itself down.” Zayden looked back at Traci. “You really think that’s all it was?” I nodded my head once. “From everything I’ve read, yes.” My thoughts drifted back to the journals and records I had spent countless hours studying. Most people thought White Wolves were legends. Ancient stories. Fairy tales passed down through generations. Then Traci showed up and proved every single one of those stories was real. “The only account I ever found of a White Wolf being successfully killed involved a silver bullet directly through the heart,” I said as I shook my head

Back then, I never understood what I did wrong, why I was always the one getting blamed. However, I got it. It was not about right or wrong. It was just that I was not the one they cared about. … Liliana was there to pick out a wedding dress with Walter. They were engaged for five years then. Harriet, worried I would be hurt, gave me a look. I just smiled. Why would someone who's been through the wringer still dream about a fairytale ending? I watched them head out, but then Liliana turned around.

"This dress is a one-of-a-kind Itania creation, the handcrafting alone cost thirty thousand dollars. I never meant to flaunt, but what can I do when I'm married to the wealthiest man around?" She feigned a look of concern, yet her eyes sparkled with triumph. The relatives gasped in awe, while a few young girls, green with envy, reached out to touch the gown, only to be deftly sidestepped by Betty. From the doorway, I let out a soft laugh. Three years ago, when I first laid eyes on Joseph, he was a man battered by life and plagued by illness. He once caught me performing a mystical ritual and became convinced I possessed magic. He begged me to heal him.

“A witch?” Grams gasped. “Geeze, Mil, how else do you think you get a magical being like a white wolf?” Grandad rolled his eyes, making me laugh. “Now, get on with the story. We’ll need to meet this so-called mate of yours. Ghost. What kind of name is that?” Dad weaved our tale throughout the day and into the night. Grams kept our bellies full, and Grandad kept the fire blazing.

Avan ran his hand through his hair “I know what it sounds like and trust me, I am embarrassed as it is already. It is weird, and I have a gut feeling it is a trap.” Now, Nate took another sip “What trap?” “The white wolves are in hiding, Nate, what is the coincidence that one comes out of the blue and finds her way into Blue Villa.” “Or, she could have just been hunting for food and got caught.” “No, I asked around. She was traded.” “Okay, let me get you right. You feel something for a white wolf and decide she should take care of you.” Avan sighed. “It is more than that. She said she has no rank, but she has energy, Nate. Tough energy. She is lying.”

One such thing was Damien; he was out there somewhere, looking for me and hunting me for some unknown reason. But tonight has shown me one important thing. It has shown me that the safest place for me now is the Kingdom of the White Vampires. They are called White Vampires because of their fair skin. Damien is an evil wolf who does not give up easily, so I know he must still be hunting for me. And if the Wolves who attacked me are truly sent by him, then I am right.

"I just want things to be the way they were before everyone assumed that I am something that I may not be." Nicole sits down the laundry basket and boldly looks me in the eyes. "Is it true?" She says with a tiny bit of excitement. "Is your wolf really white?" I plop down on the bed beside me and fall backwards in frustration. "Yes," I breathe out. "She is white." Nicole squeals loudly as she grabs me by the hand. "You are the one from the stories. I just know it." "Stories?" I ask in confusion. "What stories?"