The White Death Novels & Stories

Chapter 56: The White Desert The northern edge of the continent did not tolerate life. Here, the Great Divide gave way to the Frost-Wastes—a jagged, endless expanse of white where the wind screamed like a dying Lycan and the cold could freeze an ordinary wolf’s lungs in a dozen breaths.

Goodness, what a drama king. “Enrick, do I look like a fool to you?” He gazes at me amusedly with his hands on his sides. “A White Wolf crosses the border in high frequency, and you’ve authoritarian forbid anyone to hinder her, under the threat of the death penalty. In other packs, trespassing is a serious crime and the perpetrator is actually killed without a second thought," he points out.

Nadera White, a wealthy woman who bought her seat at the table with her husband's wealth. She was well respected by the men in the room. However, they always butted heads when it comes to a particular matter. And as usual, they were arguing for hours, with none willing to back down on their decision. Mrs. White wants more sinister punishments for wolves, and she has been fighting for that bill to be passed. However, her punishment was death for every level of crime, leaving no wiggle room. She had no remorse. Remorse went out the door when her daughter was found in pieces, torn apart by her kind. She held herself above them and turned her back on them all, labeling them savages.

She looks at me, shaking her head. I turned to Scott then at her, it turns out she had water in her mouth. “Why are you shaking your head?” I asked her “I'm sorry, but all knowledge, information or even archived books or articles about White wolves have been wiped out and destroyed.” I felt like I heard wrong. “It was wiped out by a wolf pack a hundred years ago.” I can't believe what I'm hearing right now.

Alpha White was in so much grief that he couldn't communicate with anyone, all he could do was to continuously howl into the night sky. The werewolf at the outskirts of the vampire's territory knew what Alpha White grief call meant, it was a call for them to withdraw and come back home. Silas had died and they could no longer save him. Alpha white knew he died deep in the vampires territory and that was why his werewolves could not get to him, but 100 werewolves against more than 9,000 vampires originals was not a fair fight at all. They stood no chance against them in retrieving his body. He was only going to be sending them to their death if he insisted on them retrieving his body.

"Ignorance is bliss. Isn't that the saying?" "Not in this case. These things, these monsters, whispers, or whatever they may be, they have a weakness. And I only seek to inform you in case it comes down to the worst, you'll be able to take care of yourself. My family killed one of the sisters long ago. The patriarch of my family to be precise. He killed one of the sisters, the one called Claire. They called her the ice. She was the cold. It's why my family retains that power. It's why it snows most times on Crest Hill, even in summer. We use it to create a bit of comfort for the heat. The first White could have killed them all, but one called the red one surprised my family. No one knows wha

The mayor had just finished talking to the bystanders in inquiry of what just transpired when he got back inside the car. “So, what happened?” VV asks. “Apparently, an officer just started acting crazy and killed Leopold.” “Crazy...” They both got quiet in hearing about that particular death. A little later, VV finally speaks, “I guess the meeting just got cancelled then. Should we go to the next appointment?” Charles put his hand up. "That's alright, he’s already here." Just as he said this, the gentleman in a fine white tux came inside. Initially, his face was shrouded by a cliché darkness hanging over his flat top Panama hat.

It happened one day because the medication couldn't help her in any way. She was dying, and no matter what the doctors tried, nothing worked. She was certain she died because she was no longer in pain. She was in complete darkness, and it was so cold that she had no idea what to do. Suddenly, a light beam of light shone upon her, and she saw a woman in white approaching her, and with that, she admitted that she was truly dead. She was definitely an angel on her way to take her away, but when the angel approached, she gave off an unusual aura. The woman only asked her one question: “Do you want to live?”

White wolves were supreme to other supernatural beings, but that was until a dark sorcerer, DrakoenDrakoen, made a move for their incredible power. Drakoen is a formidable being consumed by all evil. He is the embodiment of all that is evil. He wants to be more powerful than anything living. He wanted the collective power of the White Wolves, which would make him untouchable and the ruler of the world. The white wolves could not let such power fall into corrupted hands. They made a sacrifice to kill themselves to die along with their power. They could not take the risk of fighting with him and losing to him because he had an army of creatures who pledged their allegiance to him.

Mira’s P.O.V. The white feather lay between us like a silent ultimatum. It didn’t scream the way the black one did. It didn’t have to. Black was death. White was worse. Because white meant choice. And choices… could rot you from the inside out.