Novel & Cerita The White Death Book

I was hesitant for a moment as I wasn't sure if I should tell Ji-ho about Star being a white wolf but it was the only way he could give me the info I needed and I trusted him. "I need info on where a white wolf might be, we need their help. This is going to be an all out war, I'm sure you can feel it Ji-ho." I heard him sigh on the other end as if confirming what I already thought. "This is a costly find little witch, this I will need extra funds as I will be trying to find something that only exist through 4 others in this entire world." I knew he could do it, this man had never failed me before.

Books lay open across the desk, and papers covered almost every available surface. I reached for another old book that had been tucked away at the very back of one of the shelves. Unlike the others, it was noticeably thinner, its leather cover faded with age. As I brushed away the dust that had settled over it, three words slowly came into view. The White Wolves. My heartbeat quickened as I stared at the title for a brief moment before opening the book without wasting another second. “Finally.” The first few pages were filled with handwritten accounts describing the White Wolves as though they had truly existed.

I feel so tired. I watch the ice crawl slowly towards my leg like delicate spider webs but I don’t have the energy to move a muscle, not even when the ice starts working its way over me. I know it’s gotten bad when I start to feel warm. I read a book once titled ‘The Cold Death’ and it was about people that were condemned to die in ice. They always felt warm right before they died and I wonder if that’s what’s happening to me now, my body offering me one last comfort before it gives up on me completely. My lashes flutter closed and as ice flakes appear on them, my last thought is that Alpha Kael was wrong. My wolf is either very broken or she doesn’t give a damn about my death.

Mercedes asked, looking at Alexa. “ Does this mean that the legacy of the White Wolves is no more? I was the last of them, and now I am no longer.” Alexa had thought that as well, but that was not the case. “ No. The legacy of the white wolves will live on. Your heroic tale of saving the realms from a demon will forever be told. And you were the last White wolf, but that's not the case anymore.” Mercedes and Felix exchanged confused glances. They didn't understand what Alexa was talking about. Alexa didn't know if it was a good thing or not, but a white wolf still remained.

“That’s probably the simplest way to explain it. Her powers are too strong. Everything surfaced at once and her body temporarily shut itself down.” Zayden looked back at Traci. “You really think that’s all it was?” I nodded my head once. “From everything I’ve read, yes.” My thoughts drifted back to the journals and records I had spent countless hours studying. Most people thought White Wolves were legends. Ancient stories. Fairy tales passed down through generations. Then Traci showed up and proved every single one of those stories was real. “The only account I ever found of a White Wolf being successfully killed involved a silver bullet directly through the heart,” I said as I shook my head

I just closed my eyes. After years in a mental hospital, who wouldn't lose their grip on sanity? If not for my failed suicide attempts, I would have been gone within my first month there. … Harriet tried to intervene, but Nevin, who hurried over, stopped her. "Honey, calm down. It's just one kidney. We'll take care of him, and he'll be able to live just like anyone else!" "Just like anyone else?" Harriet's scream pierced the air. "Didn't you read the report yesterday? He's only got one working kidney left! He could die!"

"Everyone knows the Rivera girl is a rare white wolf. Her pups will be top-tier Alphas, every single one. Whoever mates her becomes the future Alpha King." "And look at her—the Moon Goddess must've carved her by hand." "A wolf like that, blood like that, Is Damian insane?" "Poor Rivera girl. Her own mate doesn't even want her." The whispers circled. Everyone was certain I'd name Damian—they'd all seen how badly I'd fallen for him. In my last life, I worshiped Damian as my savior. White wolves are rare, which means my life was never peaceful. I got snatched by rogues once.

Individual vampires don't care about each other or whether they die or are left behind. On the horizon were hundreds of SUVs, and Alexi could clearly see them from the air. Night vision is one of wolves' most valuable traits. Alexi headed to the front gate, trying to clear a path for the reinforcements. Cordelia watched Alexi and then looked at the horizon and mimicked what Alexi was doing. Horror crossed Alexi's face when she witnessed a missile target and it explode into one of the SUV's: Time seemed to have stopped along with Alexi's heart. There was so much that she lost in her life; she prayed that her brothers and father were not in that car. Alexi wondered if one more loss was too muc

Those assassins blasted out their inner power, sniper warheads flying through the air, rockets whistling, and ancient hidden weapons, as if they were gently pinched by a great invisible hand, dissolved and never to be seen again. A total of no less than 100 people, as if their bodies were under some kind of force, perished. Their flesh and blood bodies exploded on the spot, turning into a mass of blood! Alexander withdrew his right hand, ignored the bodies, and advanced toward the main entrance of the base for White Wolf. … At that moment, White Wolf was trembling and scrambling to salvage what he could. He shoved the stock certificates, financial securities, checks, and jewelry into two sui

"Oh, she has to be absorbed to actually be able to do anything. You know that, right?" "Sadly." I watched as the both of them left. Aunt Raya winked before she closed the door. I spent the whole of last night reading this book and getting strange expositions from it. I was able to learn about the first White wolf and how he had led his life. How he had been hated for who he was. He'd been banished by his Pack. He'd been seen as an outcast as he was different and far stronger than the other. But what I believed was that they were afraid of this man, Deucalion. Afraid that he would one day rise up against them and defeat them.