The White Masai Novel Novels & Stories

I said evenly, “why didn’t you mind-link me?” He lifted his head, still struggling to breathe. “I… tried.” He swallowed hard. “Wolfsbane.” That explained it. The poison always interfered with communication. “They…” Another breath. “They took the boys. Maddox’s warriors ambushed us.” I leaned back in my chair. “Okay.”

Until it was over, there was a possibility of winning. That was until last night's ordeal happened. The White Claw Pack was invadered by intruders. They left a trail of bodies from the pack borders to the pack house. None of those warriors were a match and they all died. Felix was unfortunately taking a run in the woods. He had no idea that the pack was in danger because the intruders masked their scents. That was the advantage they had on their side.

To highlight it, she had painted it white. I was beyond shocked when she went out that morning and came back with her long, shining hair shaved off. She giggled nervously. "It's the traditional thing to do for a Masai woman when she marries. After you beat this bastard, we will be having a full Masai wedding. It's been planned since we got here. So don't get hurt, I want you in top shape to perform afterwards."

For them, I could pretend to be just a useless, weak Omega. Nobody knew my real truth. They just saw a poor girl in oversized clothes. They didn't know that underneath the dirt and the drab dye I used to stain my hair, I was the last surviving White Wolf. “Hide it, Aisha,” my mother’s dying words always echoed in my mind. “If the Luna ever sees your white fur, she will kill you out of jealousy. Stay small. Stay hidden.” So, I stayed small. Even when Luna Mabel treated me like dirt under her expensive shoes.

The white man held his hand up and the baba felt a constricting pressure on his throat, as though a snake was tightly wrapped against that body part. He could not continue his chants, no word could escape his lungs and he could not draw in any air to breath. He soon began to cough and claw at his neck trying to escape the pending death grip of the mysterious white man. Wasiu seeing his source of protection shaken and defeated, he scrambled out and ran for his life not even waiting to get into his car. Makunde let the ignorant and greedy beings leave safely. He had not planned to kill that one. He was going to punish him for daring to use his slave.

He will not have any memories until he falls deeply in love, and then all the memories will return. The witches are jumping for joy, that the woman he seems to be attracted to is a wolf. He will be in love with a wolf when he finds out all the atrocities he has done to their kind. They knew that once he felt genuine pain, he would feel remorse and must live with it for the rest of his life. This was a just punishment that he could not escape. The next morning, the sun shone through the windows, blinding Noah as he opened his eyes for the day. There weren't any curtains, and the shades had never been closed.

He frowned in confusion and motioned for me to continue. "I'm .. I'm the last white wolf!" I finally said before heaving out a big sigh. He looked at me in shock first, but then in admiration. Soon he had a huge smile plastered on his face. "I .. I can't believe it. I thought she was just a part of some fable. I didn't think I would be so lucky to have her as a mate." He looked at me lovingly. "You're just amazing. No wonder you have those amazing fighting skills. I've heard so much about the last white wolf. Now I have to thank the moon goddess even more." He kissed my forehead. I finally felt as if a big burden had been lifted off my shoulders.

Victoria sat in the back seat of her sleek black sedan, watching the city lights disappear behind her. The silence felt thick and uncomfortable. She could sense the disappointment from her men in the front. Her men in the front were bruised and quiet, their eyes glued to the road. They didn’t dare speak, knowing how much was at stake.

No daylight, no damn ventilation, just me, four walls, and the lingering scent of piss and betrayal. I wasn’t chained up like some criminal. No, they wanted me alive enough to bleed slowly. I clenched my jaw, as my thoughts drifted somewhere else with blood crusted at the corner of my mouth, the metallic taste making me growl. The only thing ringing in my head louder than the news broadcast was one word: Alessia and The White Book. That file was my damn insurance policy and my last resort to destroy everything that existed in the Mafia Family. A powerful ledger so vile, so goddamn explosive it would make the FBI piss their pants and make the Mafia run for cover.

They burnt him alive and drank his blood. Paul Okeke jerked back then he read the words written on the last line of the page. The writer of this story of faith is the interpreter who failed to follow Miguel Bernardino to preach the gospel of Christ to the Maasai people. Paul Okeke lowered the book and threw the book on the table. "That tribe is evil. Burning him alive was not enough for them, they had to drink his blood. They are cannibals." "But he burnt their places of worship," James said slowly.