The White Death Novels & Stories

The young man asked. “Yes but I’m carrying samples on my body and until I wash up, I can’t touch any werewolf or vampire.” “Vampire?” Elijah asked and I nodded. “1814. The first case of HVW or white death plague was first brought to my table.” I explained as I picked a jacket and put on. “White plague affects only werewolves and vampires and humans are basically the carriers which means that the victims got infected from contact with humans and if we don’t find the humans they made contact within the last twenty four hours, more people will get affected.” I explained further as Elijah blinked.

Thing that caused Death Compiler to rage. "What escaped? How did she escape? And why did she do that? I thought she wanted to die so she committed suicide and broke my list! Now she merged with the others? Humans are so demented! " In her anger the whole room really shook as if things will not last long from the very strong presence of the Death Compiler.

Gray mumbled, swallowing hard to think if he met him, Things would fall terribly. "I don’t understand, Sir. Why? We have an army of ten thousand and they could never defeat us, especially after the riot.” He asked. He cannot understand how they can be defeated before an already broken country. “They have White Death among them and other five title holders.” A loud gasp of horror escaped his lips, drowning his heart in appall. “White Death… I-Is there too? W-Who?” He stuttered. His heart began to race. The title was horrifying enough to etch fright on people’s hearts but there were no survivors to tell who.

I ask her next, maybe that got something to do with me dying. "White wolves don't exist," Moira dismiss me again. "The alpha said they do," I answer her, he said one of us is white, and since the other two remember their wolves and dream of them, they knew for sure they aren't the white one. "Maybe they do but they are extremely rare," Moira says, they are rare cause they die, I know that, I'm pretty sure of that now. "Hey, Moira, little guy," alpha Rowan says joining us in the room, he shared a look with my sister and then a silent conversation went between them two, it's the way their eyes shifted and moved as they glared at each other.

Werewolves were notorious for keeping records and I was glad that they had these books on white wolves. So I sat on the couch and I started reading through them. There were a few books that were written in order so I started with the first one, obviously, and it was the first documented white wolf. Back in the 1500’s. It had the woman’s name, what pack she was from, everything. Absolutely everything was known about her. But at the beginning it said that her story was written after she died, and it was written by her son, because if anyone knew that she was a white wolf while she was alive then she would have been killed for the powers that she possessed. She would have been considered a witc

The lonely, yet stunningly beautiful death or simply Sebastian, ran his fingers through his long thick black hair. Bright citrine eyes surrounded by rich black lashes glance across the bare landscape. The year 1245 a.d. Sebastian once again is late to save his soulmate. He always finds them, male or female, moments after their death. He rubbed his eyes and kneeled down next to the young woman that had been crushed to death by a stampede of buffaloes. He gritted his teeth and cursed the fates.

"I love you" The white light stretching in front of him as it hits him. To know nothing after it . Everything goes dark, as he feels his consciousness fading. His body burns with the current, thrashing to only silent down . Staring at the full moon above with his moist eyes going still, he finally submits to darkness that laid the foundation of the rise of the one only know in books. It was indeed. "The begining of the death wolf" ........ Book 1 End. Book 2 titled : The Rise of death

what are we? At last, I finally reached such a conclusion. Farm...goods... shipment I don't want to believe it at first but...this is the reality. I can't deny the fact that Osamu died in front of me. I wonder if Fletcher died in the same way...but it's safe to assume that he also died. The other day... After the class, I went to the library to do some research. As usual, others seem fine. I'm the only one who knows the truth so I won't blame them if they are talking with Mr. Rayven casually.

Mira clawed at her throat, her eyes wide, terrified, her fingers scraping at nothing as the invisible force tightened around her neck. Rowan lifted his other hand to finish it, and that’s when it happened. A flash of white. No, it wasn't white. It was blinding, holy even and almost impossible. It erupted right in front of Rowan, exploding outward like a star being born. Every warrior, every puppet, every creature on the field cried out and shielded their eyes. I fell onto my hands as the world turned winter white. “What…?!” Rowan snarled, stumbling back. The light reached my skin, warm, and familiar, and I just knew who it was.

I read on, my chest pounding harder. But the White Pack’s glory did not last forever. Their power sparked jealousy from other packs seeking control of the medical world. Conspiracies brewed, ending in a sudden massacre. Many members of the White Pack were slaughtered, their clinics and libraries burned. Only a handful survived, some hiding behind false identities, even marrying humans to protect their descendants. I swallowed hard and turned the page. The hallmark of the White Pack is pure white fur—tails or ears that appear even before full transformation. Their mixed-blood descendants rarely survived. But if one was born with the white mark, they would become the key to reviving the White