The White Death Book Novels & Stories

Mira’s P.O.V. The white feather lay between us like a silent ultimatum. It didn’t scream the way the black one did. It didn’t have to. Black was death. White was worse. Because white meant choice. And choices… could rot you from the inside out.

I felt like I had fallen into a pond. With trembling fingers, I called Philip. “Mr. York, did my parents die due to an accident?” Philip told me that the CCTVs on the road showed that the brakes of my parents’ car had broken down, so they crashed into the barrier before they plunged into the sea. Their bodies were not found. Hence, they could not find out whether it was due to an accident or someone had sabotaged their car. I felt a chill crawl down my spine before spreading to the rest of my body. I trembled.

Thunder clapped harder in the sky, and the whitish things multiplied. I watched in satisfaction as the duo started yelling in pain. The whirlwind is now spinning them badly, and I can see it starting to consume their souls. The agony screams grew louder with each passing moment, and for the first time in a long time, I felt at peace. However, my moment of joy was cut short when I saw the whirlwind start disappearing. Not only that, the whitish substance has disappeared from their bodies as well.

“The Elders have been keeping things from us for too long. They can never be trusted anymore. I decided to act on my own and with Kyle, I was able to get the witch to speak yesterday. There is a sacred book written by the Fathers of the early church after the time of the witch trials. It talks about a prophecy that will bring an end to our immortality.” Gasps filled the air and murmurs soon arose in the room. It was obvious that none of them can accept it. “But the good news is,” Aamon brought back their attention, “our immortality will never be taken from us. The Blackburn whom we just discovered to be alive are now all dead for good because it was written that one of them would be the end

Her expression changed to pity as she walked closer and pulled me into a hug, "Celene, no one is bothered about you being a white or whatever. You are my friend and I don't believe you'll ever hurt me. If you were bad luck, would I be here? Don't forget you had a hand in bringing me to my mate.” “If anything I think you are pure luck.” “Are you serious?” I asked battling tears, my nose felt hot. Nikka nodded, before pulling away to sit. “I guess that explains what I found in the White Fire Lycan library to be true then" "What do you even mean?” “Well during my stay I found a book detailing the White Wolf's history. We were once celebrated and revered as God but something happened we became i

Yeah everything looks all pristine and innocent during the day, but night time around the packhouse can be pretty fucking terrifying. And I’m the reaper himself. I have fourteen dead flies on my legs. Insects, yes, and definitely not sexy looking. But symbols of the males that tried to take me down and fuckin’ failed. But I know better than anyone, even my wolf… Flyers don’t live forever. We do our part to make this world a better place and try to leave it for those after us to prosper. Doze shakes his head and before he speaks, I already know why he’s pissed.

My voice grew even more ethereal as I said, "Wendy's a mother. Why didn't she stop you when you had Zane go out and buy that dress? "Why couldn't it wait until the next day? It was so dark and cold that night. Zane must have been terrified when he died. Even during his last moments, he'd clutched that white dress so tightly, hoping you would praise him." "Enough!" Louis shouted, his voice trembling. Consumed by guilt, he slammed his fist against his own head.

"Definitely surprised. I can usually read Eli like an open book. I thought it was weird he was keeping his girlfriend a secret! Anyway, what's the plan in telling the rest of the world? I don't think we have to worry about anything major, maybe just some radicals, bit I think overall most agree the White War was a disgrace for our Werewolf history" I don't know why, but I feel completely comfortable with these two. I feel like they're not acting and genuinely mean what they're saying. Elias was about to speak but I excitedly cut him off. God I never knew how fulfilling having conversation with people could be. "You know, I really thought the pack wasn't going to take so kindly to me. I was t

Zeus said to me. "I am not going to mate with a low level Omega that would be bad for my soon to be pack" I said to Zeus. Then quickly pushed him to the back of my mind hushing him up, all of a sudden all my senses were on high alert. I smelt a wolf, I came to a complete stop, and I looked around but couldn't see anyone around me. I slowly crept around to an opening in the woods, that's when I saw the most beautiful white wolf ever seen. she was just laying down beside the pond. Impossible I thought to myself I've never seen a white wolf no one would believe me. "I can not connect with her it's like there's no soul in her, no one to talk to" Zeus said.

In my state of utter depletion, I forced myself to believe that everything crazy about tonight—from the solid chest that appeared in front of the truck to the wolf ears in the mirror—was nothing more than a toxic hallucination. On the borderline between consciousness and coma, I faintly felt the warmth of Nanny’s hand as she pulled up the blanket for me. The room sank into a quiet darkness, but amidst the rumbling thunder outside the window, a whispering voice, trembling and laced with dread, slipped into my fracturing subconscious: "The late Madame's seal... has finally broken. The legendary White Wolf bloodline can no longer be hidden..." The sharp creak of the medical kit being tightly gr