The White Death Book Novels & Stories

Before they could even understand what was happening, all eight of them were lying on the ground drowning in their own blood. The temperature chilled. Snow began to fall again, heavily. Within a few hours, there will be no trace of the blood and gore, or the bodies. All that will be left would be clear, unadulterated, snow. And a wolf, just as white as the ground it stood on. The white wolf, the most feared wolf in the world.

This time I flew to Russia to check on how the clan of gray and white wolves is doing. Once upon a time, the latter were quite numerous and more developed than the former, but during a fire twenty years ago, almost half of the population died in a flock of whites, including the alpha and his family. It came as a big shock to everyone. No one really could tell anything about what happened, and how it happened. The official version spoke of an accident with fireworks during the holiday, which caused several houses to catch fire at once. The fire was not extinguished in time. The panic began.

I stared back, accepting the challenge. Verena I had never seen a white wolf before; I had only heard of them in stories. White wolves were so rare that the last one recorded in history died almost a hundred years ago. They were known not only for their strength but for their own individual rare power. It seemed my sister had found hers. As we raced through the forest toward the fight, I felt them before I saw them. They all gathered and ran beside, behind, and above us. The animals of the forest had heard her call, and they answered.

Despite my efforts, I hadn't found anything that shed more light on the legend of the white wolf. Just as I was about to give up, a black book caught my eye. It was tucked away on a high shelf, looking like it hadn't been touched in a hundred years. Its cover was worn and faded, giving it an aura of ancient wisdom. My curiosity piqued, I carefully pulled it down and opened it. The pages inside were yellowed with age, and the handwriting was elegant yet archaic. As I began to read, I realized that this book was a comprehensive history of the white wolf lineage. It detailed the origins, the prophecies, and the significant events that had shaped their destiny.

No shaking, but the skin was stretched tight across the knuckles. “Keep it elevated,” I said. He gave a little salute, then went back to taping himself up. I left the kitchen and walked to my office. Closed the door behind me, just in case. Ava was upstairs, sleeping. I sat at the desk, ran my hands over the surface, and tried to think. The last time a white wolf survived its first shift, a war started. It ended with a mass grave and a bunch of new packs formed from the survivors. The northern line was supposed to be extinct—either by design or by centuries of selective breeding.

[The Silence of the Stone] The world didn’t end with a scream. It ended with a breath—his breath, hitched and shallow, ghosting against the hollow of my throat before the light took everything. I woke up in the white. It wasn’t the sterile white of a Macau lab or the blinding white of the spire’s overload. It was the soft, muffled white of a mountain winter. The snow was falling again, thick and indifferent, burying the charred remains of the obsidian needle beneath a blanket of cold mercy.

Chapter 56: The White Desert The northern edge of the continent did not tolerate life. Here, the Great Divide gave way to the Frost-Wastes—a jagged, endless expanse of white where the wind screamed like a dying Lycan and the cold could freeze an ordinary wolf’s lungs in a dozen breaths.

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"They’d never expect us to run *toward* the delete button. While they're busy erasing the margins of this world, we’re going to climb into the machine itself." --- ### The Paper Storm We gathered the survivors. There were only about fifty of us left—the rest had already faded into the white without us noticing. The realization that our friends were vanishing like smoke made the "paradise" feel like a graveyard. "We’re leaving the hill," I told them, my voice echoing in the growing silence. "We’re going into the White." "Into the White?" Harkan—or the memory-version of him—asked. "But there’s nothing there! It’s just... empty!"

The young man asked. “Yes but I’m carrying samples on my body and until I wash up, I can’t touch any werewolf or vampire.” “Vampire?” Elijah asked and I nodded. “1814. The first case of HVW or white death plague was first brought to my table.” I explained as I picked a jacket and put on. “White plague affects only werewolves and vampires and humans are basically the carriers which means that the victims got infected from contact with humans and if we don’t find the humans they made contact within the last twenty four hours, more people will get affected.” I explained further as Elijah blinked.