The White Death Book Novels & Stories

He asked. She stared back at him, confused. Wasn’t that reason enough? Why was he staring at her like he was amazed? “Today, I will tell you a secret,” he said, his gaze hardening, making her anxious. Rising to his feet, Mr. White walked over and leaned against the edge of the table beside her. “I was born with a dead wolf.” Elsa’s mouth parted, her eyes widening in utter shock. Mr. White? The alumnus rumored to have single-handedly beaten the strongest wolf in his set… had a dead wolf?

"He died from his sickness! It wasn't me!" However, the autopsy report nailed her. Joseph had been suffocated, right during those hours Betty was with him. The detective spat icily in the interrogation room, "Ms. Stewart, you were the only one there, and we found your skin under his nails." Betty went white as a sheet. "He attacked me first! He tried to choke me!" "Really?" The officer slid a medical chart across the table. "The records say Joseph couldn't even raise his arms, so how could he have gone for your throat?"

“You ok?” “Yeah. I just wanted to get a present for Russell.” “Giant cookie? Great gift idea. Nothing says ‘Proud of you’ like a cookie bigger than your head.” “Yeah. Well, I better go. We’re planning the event for my book launch.” “Last in the series, right? We finally find out what happened to Emily’s mother?” “Maybe. Felicity’s Books is doing preorders by the way. All signed.” “Already placed my order.”

My father chimed in walking back in with my mother and brothers with way too much food. "Why did you surround yourself in protection if y'all feel the need to protect her?" Stephan asked. "We aren't sure how to do that, it just does it on it's own but y'all are the first ones to look close enough to see it." Jack stated. I turned to their parents, "Tell me what you know about the last white witch." Nikki signed before she spoke, "She was a wonderful leader, she was also mated to an alpha, it was her own brother that took her life along with her guards and her mate, he destroyed everything." "Why would her brother kill them?" Stephan asked before I got the chance to speak. "You see, they were

I could not help but wonder if the girl who once treated the dress like a precious relic was the same one who just trashed it without a second thought. The noise from the room faded, and I knew it was time to leave. I pulled out my phone and shot a quick text to my private investigator. It was time to find out what Jane was really up to. I walked into my house, numb, and my gaze was immediately drawn to the massive wedding portrait on the living room wall. Jane's smile, once a beacon of joy, then seemed to mock me. I slumped onto the couch, lighting one cigarette after another, waiting for the night to drag on.

Werewolves were notorious for keeping records and I was glad that they had these books on white wolves. So I sat on the couch and I started reading through them. There were a few books that were written in order so I started with the first one, obviously, and it was the first documented white wolf. Back in the 1500’s. It had the woman’s name, what pack she was from, everything. Absolutely everything was known about her. But at the beginning it said that her story was written after she died, and it was written by her son, because if anyone knew that she was a white wolf while she was alive then she would have been killed for the powers that she possessed. She would have been considered a witc

I leaned my head back against the shelf. I had strategically hidden myself just in case an intruder stepped into the library. I silently shook my head at what my life was becoming, full of paranoia as I was more than terrified of what the said woman could do to me. I kept rereading the same line over and over again. It was about the white wolves and I mused at how someone had to die before my zeal to find out the truth was renewed. 'The white wolves were from an ancient line of werewolves, one of the pure breeds.' the book read.

Not so much. "The White Wolf," the text had read, the ink a faded brown at the edges, "is not a title, nor a mark of bloodline. It is a divine designation. The Moon Goddess does not create White Wolves. She becomes them. The last recorded White Wolves were destroyed in the massacre of the Valion clan, or so the corrupted records claim." I'd read it twice, then closed the book, telling myself it was just mythology. Old pack superstition, dressed up in fancy words. The kind of story the powerful used to control the fearful. Standing in this ballroom, watching a white wolf, the size of a horse, slowly turn its luminous head across the room, I understood just how monumentally wrong I had been.

He'd eventually found an opportunity to kill me. After my death, I'd lingered as a ghost, unable to move on. I had followed Jack and Kate, watching them live their twisted, off-and-on lives. In the end, they were happy together. It wasn't until Kate botched another surgery and an enraged patient stabbed her in the heart that I saw darkness again. And when I opened my eyes, I was back here, the day before that ill-fated surgery. … Staring at the sterile white ceiling, I could still feel the ache in my abdomen from the pre-op injections.

Life without the White Wolf's blessing was like a nightmare they couldn't wake up from. Within a week, the lush forests of the Silver Moon territory began to wither. The streams turned muddy and dried up. A mysterious plague began to spread among the pups and the elderly, a cough that no medicine could cure—because the only cure was the aura of a White Wolf. Married life wasn't the sweet dream Alexander and Lucas had imagined. Instead, it was a total disaster. Before, they were the Gods of War in the pack. Every hunt yielded the fattest, most prize-worthy game. They arrogantly believed this was due to their own superior talent and strength.