The White Death Novels & Stories

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.

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.

"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.

To sit there was to be the alpha of alphas and he needed that badly, for a million reasons, but especially for one. “I try not to think about Eldarna too much,” he responded. “We have been practicing. I am thinking we have bigger problems.” Nate dropped his glass, he needed to hear everything Avan had to say “What problems?” “There’s a white wolf here.” He waited to get a reaction from Nate but when he didn’t, he knew Nate had already heard “You’ve heard.” He said. “You decided a white wolf with no rank should attend to council members. You should know it will be the talk of the pack for as long as it will take them to find something more interesting to talk about.”

Something Maya has no useful word for. The word would have to describe a man aiming twelve bodies the way she would aim one rifle, and English, having spent centuries finding twelve ways to describe uncomfortable chairs, apparently never prepared for this. Marcus turns the pack. Points it. The dead come over the west fence and meet a thing already there to meet them. One animal with thirty heads.

I kept my silver gaze fixed on the endless sea of the undead in the valley outside. I dropped my glowing hands, pointing them directly at the True King's army. A localized atmospheric 'Whiteout' event, miles wide, exploded out of the sky and slammed into the valley with the force of an avalanche. The reaction was not an explosion of fire. It was a mathematical absolute of chemical fusion. A massive, suffocating dome of pure white frost, visibility-ending mist, and supercooled ice lanced out from the vortex, completely engulfing the valley. The temperature in the valley plummeted instantly, dropping to a catastrophic level that actually froze the carbon dioxide in the air.

She hoped it wouldn’t come to that; she needed to get on her way before President Violet called requesting to know what was taking so long. Stepping onto the bridge, White kept her head up, despite the movement of the bridge moving left to right, up and down, with the river, swollen from the recent rains. She listened carefully to the footsteps behind her. Some of them sounded uneasy. Then, a bit of a shout and a splash. She turned to glance over her shoulder. One of the women meant to accompany her to the end of the bridge and wait there, Mother Fox, splashed into the water on the left side of the river. Mother White paused, took a deep breath, and kept walking. She’d fallen on the side of

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.

Alien but welcome. He turned, then walked the perimeter of the border, about a few metres from where he had originally stood. It wasn't far from where he had first met Aella and imprinted on her. The place held so much sentimental value to him now. He'd imprinted on one of the greatest and rarest breeds of wolves, a White Wolf, and he had never felt this lucky. Among a grove of trees, a tombstone stood, white, and eerily regal. Vines and thistles were already creeping up the tombstone. Logan walked forward and crouched before the tombstone, then pushed aside the vines on it.

Damien pointed out. "I am really fine now" she assured him. "Alright... Do you want to listen to the last part of the news, then?" He asked and Hazel's face fell into a look of horror. "There is still more?" She questioned and he nodded slowly. "And as the chosen white wolf, I think this last part affects you the most" he replied. "What is it?" Her words were picked slowly. "The white wolves.... They are being killed mercillessly in the Dark Wolf Pack at the moment. Things are not going well for them at all."