The White Death Novels & Stories

Christina and I stood in front of my mom's gravestone, exchanging rings with nothing but smiles. As a soft breeze stirred the air, it seemed like Mom, grinning from her photo, was right there with us. It felt like she was sending us a silent wish, hoping our lives would be filled with endless peace and happiness.

Death tells him "Who's that?" He asks "Can I go?" I ask tiredly "It's me, and yeah, your little friend is in your room," Death says "My little friend," "The werewolf," he says At his words, I take off running past him and quickly up the stairs in record time before bursting into my room where she was sitting on my bed covering her ears. "What is with the screaming?" She asks "Sorry," I say before sticking my head out of the door, "Death can we go in your room?!" I ask him

My father chimed in walking back in with my mother and brothers with way too much food. "Why did you surround yourself in protection if y'all feel the need to protect her?" Stephan asked. "We aren't sure how to do that, it just does it on it's own but y'all are the first ones to look close enough to see it." Jack stated. I turned to their parents, "Tell me what you know about the last white witch." Nikki signed before she spoke, "She was a wonderful leader, she was also mated to an alpha, it was her own brother that took her life along with her guards and her mate, he destroyed everything." "Why would her brother kill them?" Stephan asked before I got the chance to speak. "You see, they were

Thousands of them. Marching. No sound. No howl. Just silence and death. And at the front, riding a beast of bone, was a figure cloaked in white. Not fire. Not shadow. Something worse. Something old. And it wore a crown of ash.

Clause that says kill First Mother daughters so no more First Mothers. Black flame eighty meters tall now, ninety meters, black smoke sinking thick, covering most of lake, drinking light, White ice cracking even though I had anointed with full anointed blood, because collared White blood fire is strong when two branches burn. White wolves on White ice howled in pain as smoke touched paws and dimmed fur glow. Runa fell to knees on White ice, white hair flying, trying to anoint ice again with half anointed light but half anointed light could not fight collared White blood fire that had two branches.

“The network is gone. The people who could have used those records are gone. What remains is ash. Let it stay ash.” I breathed out slowly and leaned into the contact. The bond carried his absolute refusal to let the past reopen a door, and beneath it a darker, more personal promise that anyone who tried would not live long enough to regret it. “I’m all right,” I said. “You will be.” His hand remained where it was. “The quiet will keep being tested in small ways. Old information. Neighboring curiosity. Pureblood families measuring whether the new structure holds under ordinary pressure. We meet each test the same way we met the large ones—directly, and without surrendering ground.”

‘Fine, I am giving you another chance, but before killing Caleb, get rid of her mate, she needs to die first otherwise, she will keep causing troubles for us’ three witched looked at each other in horror, he was asking for something impossible for them, was he testing them? ‘But Master, we told you that she can absorb our magic, it is beyond our capability to kill her with magic, do you want us to poison her or kill by physical weapon?’ Cecilia took up the charge and asked like the deal was in process. ‘She is white wolf; it won’t be easy for you guys to kill her. Not even by poison or any weapon, you have to find the way to kill her, and I am sure you will find it’ the man only needed the r

On the third day, we finally reached Alpha Vesper’s pack. The sight that greeted us was heartbreaking. The pack territory was shrouded in sorrow. Black banners hung from windows. The air smelled of herbs and sickness. About fifty people had already died, and many more were bedridden, coughing and burning with fever. When we rode into the main square, I pushed back my hood, letting my glowing white hair spill free. Gasps rose from the crowd. People dropped to their knees, bowing deeply. “It’s her… the White Witch…”

He asked. She stared back at him, confused. Wasn’t that reason enough? Why was he staring at her like he was amazed? “Today, I will tell you a secret,” he said, his gaze hardening, making her anxious. Rising to his feet, Mr. White walked over and leaned against the edge of the table beside her. “I was born with a dead wolf.” Elsa’s mouth parted, her eyes widening in utter shock. Mr. White? The alumnus rumored to have single-handedly beaten the strongest wolf in his set… had a dead wolf?

he continued to say to Alex. "I know, Elder" Alex said, his voice ringing out over the courtyard. "I know exactly who and what she is. She is the reason I'm here right now" he said to the Elder. He then looked up, turning to the crowd and addressing his people. "I'm sure by now, you have all heard the stories," Alex announced. "You have heard that the White Wolves were extinct. That they were hunted for their blood until none remained." He said to them. He tightened his grip on Zara.