The White Whale Re:zero Novels & Stories

Elodie growled. "Am I?" Subject Zero laughed. It was Elodie’s laugh, but stripped of the warmth, replaced by a metallic edge. "I’m the one who survived the extraction. You’re just the biological waste left behind." The air between them began to hum. Elodie’s skin prickled as the White Moon energy surged, a physical weight pushing against the oxygen in the room. Subject Zero didn't reach for a weapon. She tilted her head, and a counter-wave of dark, artificial light pulsed from her chest.

The monitor screen switched to an old photo of Sofia White holding a small vial containing a clear blue liquid the true core of Project Chimera. END OF CHAPTER 97..

Not long after, he saw the White Doll. He thought that the speed at which the Apocalyptic Legion integrated zombies was powerful! Rowan stared attentively at the White Doll. "Why would a powerful zombie like you appear outside Western&Prosperous Town?" Rowan knew that zombies had no desire for human beings as long as they reached the Ultimate King Ranked Realm. ... The White Doll muttered, "Because my master is here." The White Doll's entire body was white. Its body was broad, and it had a weighing scale on top. If it wasn't at least 150kg, then it would Be pretty much close

I thought about Rowan, fighting for me in the real world, bleeding for a girl who was currently a series of numbers. "I am the Origin," I whispered. "And the Origin is the **Zero**." I didn't pull the thread. I bit it. I felt the taste of copper and electricity. I felt my own life-force being sucked into the void. The white room began to turn black. Vane let out a scream of digital agony as his golden form began to pixelate and dissolve. "Kaima, stop!" Selene yelled. "You're deleting yourself!" "I'm not deleting," I gasped, as the darkness swallowed me. "I'm... rebooting."

I asked. “I’m a white wolf,” Zara replied. I rolled my eyes. Well yeah. I knew that. “White wolves are rare,” Zara continued. I knew that too. What was her point? “You don’t know where white wolves come from?” Zara asked. I shook my head. “White wolves are only born in the womb of a baby who’s inside a womb.” Huh? Zara, continued, her tone gentle. “A white wolf had extraordinary healing powers, Eden. Because it has magic.”

~KAEL As White Cobra stated her stand, my wolf immediately marveled at Zira's abilities. I had not expected her to win this and against a woman who was tagged as the most dangerous in town. I remembered the way Tyler trembled when she talked about The White Cobra yet Zira had single handedly fixed the problem. It had not even led to violence, a show of physical strength on them. It was just her speech against all odds and it got them losing control of their scary wits.

He was panting and shaking in fear and coldness. "Hurry! They are near!" Then when he looked ahead, he saw light. Light from the rising sun. The white wolf stopped from running and turned around. When Vince glanced at the misty forest, the vampires were gone. He patted the white wolf fluffy fur and said, "Thanks, beauty!" The white wolf seemed to understand what he meant that it sat down to let Vince get off its back. Upon getting off, he saw a thick fog that covered his savior. Then he also saw the fog carrying the white wolf away.

'Jace, ask Alpha Remus to join my table,' I let my Beta know in the mind link. A few seconds later, the Alpha and his family join Drina and me. I introduce them all to each other. I notice that Luna Faith watches Drina longer than usual. “Hi Drina, I'm also a White Wolf,” she indicates meaningfully. “My mission was to push back the rival power of the occult from a large pack and turn the wolves back to Selene,” she said. Drina responds with a polite smile and shakes the Luna's hand. “Luna, congratulations on the success,” she says politely. A female host emerges and all attention has now shifted back to the stage.

Instead, he muttered to himself again and again, "Where's my cheat ability? Why did it disappear? Why can't I see the future anymore?! What's going on?!" His expression was twisted with madness, like a rabid dog gone out of control. [That skill was a limited-time quirk for the newbie male lead, and it was bound to be retracted after a week.] [Even if he stocked the wrong supplies, he should've at least gotten food too. But this guy stocked only ice?] [Another brain-dead male lead, abandoned by the system.] At that moment, the signal cut off. I shrugged again, before continuing to eat my grilled meat.

Symbols. “He was searching for legends,” Rowan said, stepping closer to the desk. “Old pack tales. Myths most of us consider fairy stories.” Silas read aloud, his voice chillingly even. “The White Wolf. A rare genetic throwback not seen in centuries. Not an albino. A true white, with eyes of winter sky or summer storm. Said to be born under a confluence of celestial events. Their blood is rumored to hold properties… healing, perhaps, or something more volatile. Their energy signature is distinct, a quiet hum beneath the skin, detectable only by the oldest or most sensitive wolves.”