The White Death Book Novels & Stories

“Because you’re his weakness now, whether you like it or not and because he killed our mother. You can use that passcode to destroy him in a blink, every damn thing about Leo is in there, it's called the White Book.” I swear my spine froze. My fingers went numb, and the sound of the chatter around us turned into static. “What? The White book? He killed your mum?” Her gaze didn’t flinch as she nodded, taking a sip of her drink. “Yes bestie, I'm sure you must have heard of the white book. It could control the entire nation of Russia, Mexico or even the continent as a whole. He poisoned mother, slowly and quietly, nade it look like an illness all because she wanted him to stop this life and be

That detail stopped me in my tracks and I knew I had to see her for myself. When I arrived and confirmed his words, I made a different decision. Instead of killing her, I chose to spare her life. She could provide valuable information, and I needed to know if she was really the one I had been looking for all this time. “You think that’s Whitee?” Aaron asked as he entered my office, his brows knitted and his voice unsure. “She doesn’t act like her, but she sure looks like her.” Albena Lyall Obsidian, or Whitee as she was known for the pure, unblemished white furs of her wolf, had been thought dead for years.

What's a little fun that I can't have? “I'm specifically looking…” he paused as he opened a page in a book and then turned it to me. "For the White Wolf.” The page had a picture of a white wolf in it sitting under a huge moon. This was supposed to be alarming to me, but I wasn't bothered. This might prove Axton's theory of humans wanting more after finding little. Maybe they were the ones that carried the bodies of those lycans, and now they're back for more. But somehow I disagreed with that thought. What if this guy has read some books and done a little research, and now he wants to discover one for himself? That also makes sense.

what are we? At last, I finally reached such a conclusion. Farm...goods... shipment I don't want to believe it at first but...this is the reality. I can't deny the fact that Osamu died in front of me. I wonder if Fletcher died in the same way...but it's safe to assume that he also died. The other day... After the class, I went to the library to do some research. As usual, others seem fine. I'm the only one who knows the truth so I won't blame them if they are talking with Mr. Rayven casually.

Unfolding the rough paper under the dim candlelight, my breath completely seized inside my throat, as I read the content of the letter: "THE WHITE WOLF, CHILD OF PERDITION, SHALL BE KILLED BEFORE HE DESTROYS OUR WORLD."

He wasn't going to give up, I realized, so I went and greeted him at the door as if I didn't even recognize him. He said, "Yes, may I assist you?In reaction to her assertion, I informed her, "Stop the bullshit, Selena; I know it's you." My name is Aida White, I'm sure you've got me mixed up. It's Selena Wolf, not Selena, I repeat. As Aida White, you returned after passing away on the operation table. He questioned, "How did you know? ". I am your father; even if you are in a new body, I will always be able to identify you. I asked as tears continued to stream down my face, "I saw my tomb, how am I going to go and say hey everyone I am not dead I'm alive. " "Selena, your voice is the same, yo

Then, I was blasted with hundreds of push notifications. 'Rachel Snowden, wife of Terrason Group heir, dies in tragic car crash at 28.' 'Goodrich Avenue explosion claims young socialite's life.' 'Terrason Group heir cries at the scene after loss.' I opened a news app. The first image showed Samuel standing at the wreckage. His back was bent as if carrying an unbearable weight. The caption wrote, 'Terrason Group heir refuses interviews. He has not taken his eyes off the crash site.' Another photo showed him in the morgue, kneeling on the floor with a sealed envelope in his hands. The zoomed-in image revealed the ring the robber had taken from me.

Vivian conceded, her tone a blend of relenting and caution. "Thank you so much, young lady. You are such a lifesaver," he expressed his gratitude, and a grateful smile adorned Vivian's face. "So, what's the name of the book you are looking for?" Vivian inquired, curiosity coloring her voice. "The White Death," he revealed, and Vivian's eyebrows shot up in surprise at the title. "What kind of book is that?" she asked, her curiosity piqued. "Supernatural," he replied, his gaze intensifying as he locked eyes with her.

Gray mumbled, swallowing hard to think if he met him, Things would fall terribly. "I don’t understand, Sir. Why? We have an army of ten thousand and they could never defeat us, especially after the riot.” He asked. He cannot understand how they can be defeated before an already broken country. “They have White Death among them and other five title holders.” A loud gasp of horror escaped his lips, drowning his heart in appall. “White Death… I-Is there too? W-Who?” He stuttered. His heart began to race. The title was horrifying enough to etch fright on people’s hearts but there were no survivors to tell who.

She didn’t want to hear the replay of events again and closed her eyes. “The Panthers were edgy…..100 ft of traps…the Panthers and witch betrayed us to ensure their families safety…rode the wind like a broom…scaled the walls….bloodbath…death…hundreds of men…shield….tornados….healed…hurricane…melted guns…swept the compound…found the prisoners…Sandra killed Piers…the white wolf… frozen in place…serum…sleep…captured the panthers…transported back to base.”