The White Death Book Novels & Stories

He knew it just as well as we did. “Nate…” “Why?” He asks me and I can see the unshed tears in his crystal eyes. “Why did this happen to you? Why did this happen to her?” I brush the lone tear that managed to escape his eye and cup his cheek. “Because, we are white wolves.”

It was quiet, only a few students scattered in corners with their thick tomes. I hurried to the supernatural history section, my fingers trailing along the shelves until they landed on a title that made my heart stop. “The White Pack: Legacy of Healers.” With trembling hands, I pulled it free and hurried to an empty table in the corner. My breath caught as I flipped through the pages. The opening lines read:

Instead of the usual heat I felt, I could now feel a very fierce cold. Thankfully, I was not alone. i never even knew that I had back up, and this wasn’t even about Alex or the Africans. From the depths of my already dying and suffocating soul, the mighty and powerful legacy of my ancestors, the White Wolves emerged with full speed. This was just like a significance of goodness and purity in this forbidden river of darkness and death, of pain, agony and damnation. I had thought this was the end, I had thought I would die under water, but this was far from being over.

He walked over to the two men and asked them to repeat themselves. "It has been all over the news. In one night, the mighty White family was eradicated from the face of the earth. Not even a bodyguard or servant was left alive. Their charred bodies were recovered the following morning," the first man explained. "Impossible!" Warren responded. He couldn't believe what he heard. He immediately wanted to visit the White mansion. "It has been two months already. How could you not believe this? Everyone in the Firea Continent know and were shocked by the news. You must have been living under a rock during this time," the other man said.

There was also a comfortable couch and a large television, which made it clear he had more money than the other villagers. Once everyone gathered together, Cassian said, "Let's summarize what we've found so far." Everyone recounted the information they'd gathered and confirmed that the situation was consistent for all the deaths. Each person who died had performed a strange dance before dying mysteriously. "We now have two questions. Where are the bodies, and why did they all dance before they died?" Cassian said. "What are your thoughts? You go first, Peter." Peter hesitated for a moment before saying, "As a doctor, I'm trained to believe in science above all else. But Dr. York, the situati

Betsy waited outside the operating room looking anxious. "You still care about him, don’t you?" I asked her quietly. "Who says I do?" she snapped. "I'm just worried that if he dies, what will happen to our business?" It made sense! I nodded quickly. If he died at our guesthouse, there was no way we could keep running it. Seeing her hard exterior, I sighed. "I don't know where you got your information, but there's no truth to it,” Julius said to his mother.

… I had been pacing in boredom outside the operating room when suddenly I felt my body being disturbed. A second later, I was back at the estate, in the bedroom where I had died. A blood-curdling scream tore through the house. Willow Trump, the housekeeper, stumbled down the stairs, nearly tripping over herself as she grabbed Jake's arm in a panic. "Ms. Bartlett! S-she—she's dead!" Jake's expression changed. Shoving Willow aside, he bolted up the stairs. By now, my body had begun to decompose. The stench of rot filled the air, and Jake instinctively covered his nose, his face twisting in disgust.

I asked this because all I know about Miri is from Nadia. The books always talked about the first white wolf and some of her powers but nothing much. “The tales of the first white wolf were strategically wiped from history. But because of what she did for my pack we chose to keep all we could about her.” “What do you mean by strategically?” “The packs that were known to have books about her were infiltrated and the books stolen or libraries burnt.” “You saw something deeper than coincidence?” “Yes,” he answered abruptly. “My ancestors noticed foul play but they couldn't do much about it because we had always kept to ourselves. Also, we had no proof but a nudge.”

I had to get to the bottom of this. “White Wolf, Alpha? Is it possible that it was the white wolf?’ I remember the tales that go on about the last white wolf and the special gift she has. Is that wolf even real? Or just a part of those fables. I sighed, knowing I wasn’t getting anywhere like this. I needed some time alone to think. “Thank you Jacob, you may leave now,” I dismissed him.

He nodded, and I picked up my phone and hit a speed dial number. "Dimitri." My father growled down the phone. "Dad, we have a lead on the White Dove." The phone line was silent. For a moment, I was certain he had hung up "Dad?" "Where is she?" He asked, his voice now a whisper. "London, we think," I said. "Adrian and I are going to take the Jet and check her out. Keep it to the three of us for now in case it’s another dead end."