Novel & Cerita The White Whale Re:zero

In his place sat a wolf the size of a mountain lion. The creature was pure white. Not a single dark hair. Its eyes were a flat, unblinking violet. "Leo?" My voice was a sob. The wolf looked at me. It didn't growl. It let out a high-pitched, digital trill. It stepped toward me, its paws leaving glowing violet imprints in the dirt. "The neutralizer didn't kill the gene," Dante said, his voice devoid of emotion. "It isolated it. It made him the pure strain. The version 2.0."

My eyes stayed fixed on the thin, papery shell as memories I hadn’t thought about in months came rushing back. We’d searched for one of those before. Desperately. Sarah’s life had depended on finding an egg sac just like it. We had turned over rocks, searched the swamps, and followed every lead we could find because we believed it was the only chance to save her. Now… One sat in Kael’s hand. Empty. “If that’s empty…” I said quietly. Zayden slowly lifted his eyes, letting them travel around the basement. Every corner. Every pipe. Every shadow. His expression hardened before he finished my sentence. “… then they’re somewhere in the palace.”

Luckily, a bloody footmark was stained on the morgue floor which made things easier for her. Mother was pregnant with me at this point of time and it was risky to use her powers. Conoscenza is a tricky spell that requires a lot of force and energy, and even the most powerful clan of witches usually faints after using it. But it was a witch’s duty to be one with nature – calm, resourceful, and to serve the people’s needs. She needed to do it, not minding the risks it had. She did it anyway, and found out that there was another witch that was behind the virus. The other witch was purposely peeing on dead mortals and resurrecting them without blood to be her army.

Including me. Because if I was being honest with myself, we should have expected something like this eventually. Maybe not this exact situation, but something. White Wolves weren’t normal. They never had been. Every story we’d ever heard about them involved powers, abilities, and things that made absolutely no sense. Yet seeing it happen right in front of us felt completely different. Traci trembled between Zayden and me. My arms tightened around her as bright silver light pulsed from the mark on her neck.

She couldn't be. They pressed on, moving deeper into unfamiliar forest. With each step, the whispers grew stronger, multiplying like echoes in a canyon. ‘Lost. Betrayed. Broken.’ ‘Like us. Like him.’ ‘The white wolf knows.’ "Stop!" Selene clutched her head. "Just stop!" "Selene?" Rowan reached for her, concerned etching his features. "What's wrong?" But when she looked up at him, everything changed. Where Rowan had stood was a massive white wolf, larger than any she'd ever seen. Its fur gleamed like moonlight, its eyes ancient and terrible. Power rolled off it in waves that made her knees weak.

"This the end for me? Can I split open by force in this space?" Bang! Bang! Bang! One hundred times horizontal strike, nothing happened with the space. One thousand times horizontal strike then, he tries again with more number of force. Bang! White holes appear in his eyes, smile while releasing another ten thousand times horizontal strike. Bang! He sucked into the white holes, screaming hardly because his health decrease.

She will be happy when you find yours. - AND… - Once you can communicate, she will have a choice: stay in the spirit world or return here in rebirth. Well, now we need to get to work. The silhouette again lost its density, becoming virtually transparent, leaned a little to the side, and a transparent powerful stream rushed from it to my body. Standing next to me, I could not restrain an exclamation of pain: my body arched so that the points of contact with the surface of the bed were only the top of my head and heels, and on the verge of audibility I heard a wheezing that escaped from my throat, a gurgling, as if I was choking.

He needed to be patient in order to get what he wanted and wait for the right time or else if would cost him more than the years he post in the seal but his life. Life has given him a second chance. It was all or nothing. He couldn't make the same mistake. He everything about Mercedes and her training at Alvira. He had attempted to completely wipe out the place but his body wouldn't allow it. If he did then it wouldn't have been a problem. The White wolves were truly blessed. Even after so many years, their remnanta remain anf and one had been reborn to stand against him. It has become an ill fate that he was determined to end.

In my state of utter depletion, I forced myself to believe that everything crazy about tonight—from the solid chest that appeared in front of the truck to the wolf ears in the mirror—was nothing more than a toxic hallucination. On the borderline between consciousness and coma, I faintly felt the warmth of Nanny’s hand as she pulled up the blanket for me. The room sank into a quiet darkness, but amidst the rumbling thunder outside the window, a whispering voice, trembling and laced with dread, slipped into my fracturing subconscious: "The late Madame's seal... has finally broken. The legendary White Wolf bloodline can no longer be hidden..." The sharp creak of the medical kit being tightly gr

Done hiding. The White Wolf has risen.