The White Death Novels & Stories

Yeah everything looks all pristine and innocent during the day, but night time around the packhouse can be pretty fucking terrifying. And I’m the reaper himself. I have fourteen dead flies on my legs. Insects, yes, and definitely not sexy looking. But symbols of the males that tried to take me down and fuckin’ failed. But I know better than anyone, even my wolf… Flyers don’t live forever. We do our part to make this world a better place and try to leave it for those after us to prosper. Doze shakes his head and before he speaks, I already know why he’s pissed.

The fur that adorned my wolf's form was not just any color—it was a pure, pristine white. Whispers rippled through the pack, carried on the wind like a sacred secret revealed. The legend of the white wolf echoed in their murmurs, a tale passed down through generations. It was said that a white wolf possessed a unique power, a healing ability that transcended the bounds of ordinary werewolves. They were believed to be chosen, destined to bring solace and aid to those in need.

he said to her. "And you have brown," she answered back. "Blue eyes are rare," Hade argued back. "Yeah, and so are white-haired people but you have an entire clan of them and a seat holder in the Council," she said. Hade couldn't help but chuckle. The Whitlocks, headed by Councilman Cornelius Whitlock, is famous for the white hair all over their bodies and very pale skin. Some people call them the last Albinos. They were supposed to be extinct from the last Death Wave, but they miraculously emerged in this country.

The death wolf looked excited seeing the white wolf. Aldric! Rhett yelled through mindlink, he watched the white wolf through the flames. I’m coming! Aldric responded quickly back not knowing what was going on. It’s not you. Rhett responded watching the white wolf now square off with the death wolf, his voice sounding a little relieved. What? What's going on? Aldric sent back as he raced through the campsite. Winter is squaring off with the death wolf. I’m trying to find a way for her. Rhett sent back.

Thunder clapped harder in the sky, and the whitish things multiplied. I watched in satisfaction as the duo started yelling in pain. The whirlwind is now spinning them badly, and I can see it starting to consume their souls. The agony screams grew louder with each passing moment, and for the first time in a long time, I felt at peace. However, my moment of joy was cut short when I saw the whirlwind start disappearing. Not only that, the whitish substance has disappeared from their bodies as well.

Enthusiasm and courage are the words Nolan uses to describe Windy. Nolan smiled and nodded, "Then I'll hunt in the northeast." The two split up and ran in the chosen direction. But they never expected Ezra's enemies to have entered the forest long ago. The leader of the assassin group is a Wolf with a pretty special fur. It has a reddish brown coat that is different from the rest of the species. Next to it was a wolf with jet-black fur similar to Ezra. But if you look closely, you will see the difference between the two.

Hearing those words made my wolf jump with glee. I shifted into my beautiful white wolf. ***** White wolves are very rare in the world of werewolves. Our powers are more remarkable, our speed is faster, and our bodies are more powerful. Our senses are more heightened than those of typical wolves. Numerous ancient prophecies have mentioned the existence of white wolves as well as their abilities. White wolves were referred to in the prophecies as Moon Goddess warriors, saviours and protectors of the supernatural world, among other things. A white wolf is a powerful creature with exceptional abilities.

I cringed, not wanting to have the answer confirmed. “Someone broadcast that a white wolf was coming to Quantico.” “They were here to kill me?” “Kidnap. The white wolf brings power and success to a pack.” “Oh my God. They are so stupid.” “Esmerelda.” Now, Ghost’s voice was as grave as my father’s. “The lore of the white wolf is significant. Last night proved you are in great danger. Your father is furious that a battle has occurred so quickly. It shook him, and he couldn’t protect you.”

I stopped to catch my breath and observed myself again to be sure I saw it right. My fur was truly white, I couldn't believe it. But It's been a really long time since there ever was a white wolf and they're not just any wolf. They're the white warrior wolves. Every child in the village has been told of the legend of the white wolf. The legend of the white wolf tells of a line of women blessed by the moon goddess to protect their pack from whatever dangers posed by the outside world or other packs. But this lineage ended for very mysterious reasons and for 10 generations, there was never a white wolf. And suddenly, I'm a white wolf?.

Mom said he was too ashamed. On her deathbed, Mom asked me. "Zack, will you be my son again in the next life, will you?" I stared at her face, aged a decade in moments. My heart was too heavy to do anything but nod. As I drifted away, Liliana, who was always so distant and aloof, wept uncontrollably. Yet, she never got my forgiveness. She whispered her regrets. I closed my eyes. Farewell to this messed-up world!