The White Whale Re:zero Novels & Stories

Let them rot. "Dream on," I said coldly. I didn't wait for their reaction. I turned and walked away, heading straight for the pack's forbidden grounds—the Core Magic Circle. I was leaving this hellhole, but I wasn't leaving empty-handed. In the center of the shimmering magic circle lay a small, white piece of bone. It was my mother's finger bone. She was the previous White Wolf, and she died protecting this pack. She left me nothing but this bone, which acted as a battery powering the defensive barrier of the territory.

Zeus said to me. "I am not going to mate with a low level Omega that would be bad for my soon to be pack" I said to Zeus. Then quickly pushed him to the back of my mind hushing him up, all of a sudden all my senses were on high alert. I smelt a wolf, I came to a complete stop, and I looked around but couldn't see anyone around me. I slowly crept around to an opening in the woods, that's when I saw the most beautiful white wolf ever seen. she was just laying down beside the pond. Impossible I thought to myself I've never seen a white wolf no one would believe me. "I can not connect with her it's like there's no soul in her, no one to talk to" Zeus said.

I clarified. Her expression softened slightly. “Yeah,” she said. “You were.” For once, we agreed on something. I stepped back and began shifting as well. Bones cracked, muscles shifted, and within seconds, Zeus stood proudly in the clearing. Across from us, Celeste emerged—her massive white form glowing under the sunlight. The legendary White Wolf.

He smirked to himself, happy that the only that the girl could shift was him. The flames died down and his smirk left just as quickly. Standing proud in the spot where Zora Smith was standing, was a stark white wolf. He blinked and rubbed his eyes, trying to make the wolf return to it’s grey color that Kairos had last seen it at. But despite his efforts, Zora Smith was still a white wolf. No one had seen a white wolf emerge in years. The only other white wolf to emerge was the Wolf-Queen, Victoria Luna. As far as Kairos knew, Queen Luna didn’t have any biological daughters.

And she was smiling. Kaela stopped cold. No. Not a smile. A stretch of skin, a facsimile. A pulling of lips like the muscles were trying to remember how. “You’re not her,” Kaela said quietly. The thing blinked. The pupils twitched—too slow. Too precise. “I’ve seen you,” it whispered. “The White Wolf. The broken one.” Kaela didn’t breathe. The real survivor had brown eyes. This one had none. Just the color of dirty glass and something crawling behind it.

"Phase Three: The Re-Creation... has been cancelled. The Source has found a New User." Behind the reflection, a figure emerged from the starlight. It wasn't Julian. It wasn't her father. It was the White Wolf, his fur now a blinding, holy white, holding a whistle made of human bone. "The game is no longer for the Earth," the White Wolf whispered. "The game is for the Creator's Throne. And you... are my First-Round Pick."

I flew across the deck, hitting the stone so hard the world went grey for a second. "Zora!" Dante was moving now, his movements slow and agonizing. He crawled toward me, his "Dormant" status finally catching up to him. "The child is coming with us, Zora," Julian said, stepping toward Zora-Aethel. He pulled out a silver "Null-Stasis" cuff. "She’s the only one who can stabilize the White-Wolf’s frequency. Without her, he’ll burn out the continent. With her... he becomes eternal."

MIA’S POV As I walked away from the crowd, Tristan’s words about the white wolf echoed in my mind. Could it be true? Could I really be a white wolf, a reincarnation of the moon goddess herself? It sounded impossible, like something out of a legend. But then again, nothing about my life had been normal. “Ima,” I thought, reaching out to her through the mind link. “Is it true? Am I… a white wolf?” Her voice was calm and steady when it came. “Yes, Mia. You are a white wolf, the vortex wolf. That’s why you survived. That’s why your body heals faster than most. It’s why you feel this strength building inside you. It’s who you are.”

This was like a flea trying to stop a tidal wave. --- ## Chapter 34: The Emerald Siege The White Wolf—the manifestation of our city’s collective soul—was a majestic, terrifying sight. It leapt through the air, its paws of chrome light finding purchase on the hull of the lead Reaper ship. Each strike of its claws sent shards of obsidian raining down like black glass, and its roar was a frequency that shattered the emerald spores before they could infect the ground. But it was alone. And the Reapers were a legion.

"Today, we are gathered to welcome our newest family member. Aksha Beatrix Aslenovie, the legendary white wolf. We are lucky to have her in our kingdom as we all thought that there would be no white wolf left in our world." Everyone gasped as they heard what Rozsa announced. Some are happy and cheering, but some can't believe it, including the woman beside Rozsa. She looks shocked and there's something strange in her that I can't figure out. "Are you sure that she is the one, Rozsa?" She raised her left brow.