The White Death Novels & Stories

After seeing the undying clan that had turned to ashes and died with the wind, the people of White Bone City froze for a moment and then fell to the ground. "It worked. It worked really well!" "The undying clan has been extinguished, completely extinguished!" Some people shouted with glee, while others danced with glee. However, after some time, the sounds of crying could be heard. Everyone paid too high a price for this moment, not to mention the ancestors who had sacrificed their lives for it in ancient times. To name a recent one, the great world of America, where the entire army was wiped out and was completely occupied by the undying clan.

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.”

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.

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.

The explosion that followed silenced the cries. From the darkness, illuminated by the fire engulfing the train, the figure that had been waiting by the roadside approached the wreckage. He stopped before it and pulled the hood from his face. His face was a horrid affair, a decaying patch with worms crawling out of it. He raised his hand towards the train and the train shivered violently, even as it was still burning. Wraiths of bodies, translucent and glimmering a ghoulish blue, rose from the wreckage. The faces on these wraiths were confused and they seemed to be drawn to the being rather than moving towards the figure by the roadside. On sighting him, they started screaming, high-pitched,

"Chaos is on its way, she'll die because of you...a white wolf, fur purer than the heavens. This war will taint her in blood...from white to red." Zillon turned to stare at him. "What?" "The royals are going to slaughter everyone...blood, a massacre...tell your father to seek retribution for his deeds before it's too late..." He started walking again, his back turned to Zillon and yet he continued to hum. "From white to red...a blessing to a curse...to save is to die. From white to red...a blessing to a curse...to save is to die. From white to red...a blessing to a..."

[I always wanted to meet this person, but not like this] Zia thought looking at the person standing in front of her with a black robe. (a few hours back) "You want to know more about Althea's death and about the Wall of death that is connected to your mom's death in some way, right?" Will asked Zia she nodded her head "Then you need to see something" "Is it the book?" Charles asked "Follow me," Will said while walking holding Zia's hand

a young girl from the white clan asked in terror. “We must wait three centuries! Three hundred years until the one from our race is born—our only hope to defeat that creature!” the old man said, his voice trembling. But he failed to notice Zumir was already behind him. By the time he realized it, a dagger had been thrust into his chest. The young girl didn’t escape either. Zumir’s razor-sharp claws tore apart her innards. Zumir thought he had wiped out the white vampire race, but suddenly, his knees gave out as he felt a strange chemical slowly killing him from within. A poisoned sword had been driven through his chest and stomach, casting his vision into darkness from which he never awoke.

“I also know you won’t get killed. There is no one in the world that can kill you.” “That’s a lie,” I corrected her almost immediately. “Everyone in this world including me can be killed. As long as we all bleed out when cut, that is the reality.” “Harsh reality, perhaps,” Sienna muttered. “It isn’t harsh,” I replied. “In fact, it is nature’s way of keeping everything balanced. Death isn’t the harsh punishment, immortality is.” I began to walk away now until I heard Sienna call out. “Will I be going with you?” She shouted.

He let out a loud howl, a howl which terrified everyone around him, a howl signaling a wolf's intent on the kill. More gasps were heard from around the caravan. All of them surprised to see a white wolf standing. A few of them struggling to catch a glimpse of the White wolf, known to be a lost species. Legend has that the pure white wolves were the toughest of them all, with the power of the moon goddess blessed upon them. If their strengths were tapped correctly, there was no one who could challenge them and win a fight.