Tomorrow War White Spike Novels & Stories

Chapter 22: The Lie (Part-1) Thirteen years ago, during his campaign to invade all kingdoms in Wolftopia, Armadale Brownfur witnessed the ultimate power of white magic that could destroy his armies instantly. He initially thought that most of the white spells were quite useless until he saw its true potential with his own eyes. Sadly for Armadale, this ultimate white spell was kept hidden inside the green-garden temple and only white priests could gain access to it.

After he spoke, a few thousand soldiers leaped into the air and charged directly towards White Horse! White Horse felt excited to battle when he saw the New World grand army charging at him. “Ha-ha-ha! Just in time!” he said, laughing loudly. After he spoke, he swung the ax fiercely! Bang! In the next second, a golden ray that looked as if it had sliced through the sky and the ground, charged towards the thousands of New World warriors!

It brought her some comfort to know that she wasn't on the grounds or anywhere else that was nasty and so she hoped and prayed for a miracle. ***** “Alicia thinks I'm mated to the white wolf.” “You mean she knows. She never guesses” Nate reminded him. “She says she sees a lot but she isn't sure.” “This is becoming more complicated.” “I know, she also talked about a war.” “Avan, we know a war is coming, that's why we've been getting ready.” “It didn't seem like this war had anything to do with Eldarna. She is certain we are winning Eldarna.” Nate felt a knot in his chest. “What do we do?”

Life without the White Wolf's blessing was like a nightmare they couldn't wake up from. Within a week, the lush forests of the Silver Moon territory began to wither. The streams turned muddy and dried up. A mysterious plague began to spread among the pups and the elderly, a cough that no medicine could cure—because the only cure was the aura of a White Wolf. Married life wasn't the sweet dream Alexander and Lucas had imagined. Instead, it was a total disaster. Before, they were the Gods of War in the pack. Every hunt yielded the fattest, most prize-worthy game. They arrogantly believed this was due to their own superior talent and strength.

The white expanse stretched infinite, a void of light that felt neither empty nor full, but alive with possibility. The gold fracture pulsed before them, its warm light a stark contrast to the crimson and black that had nearly unmade them. It wasn’t a seam or a crack, it was a doorway, its edges soft and fluid, as if inviting them to step through. But the weight of the unmaking’s final words lingered: The unmaking waits. Rowan’s blade hung at his side, no longer glowing but steady in his grip, a reminder that trust was a luxury they couldn’t afford.

I was living for revenge. I waited until midnight, when the pack village was completely asleep and the patrols were focused on the outer borders. I couldn't leave my brothers here like this. I carried them, one by one, into the deep woods behind our cabin, near the hidden clearing where our parents were buried. I didn't have a shovel. I didn't have any tools. But I didn't need them. As the last surviving White Wolf, a royal lineage of pure power, there was a hidden, monstrous strength buried deep inside me. I fell to my knees in front of my parents' old, overgrown graves and began to dig into the earth with my bare hands.

Trent snarled, through his bloodied rag he kept on his face. "Each joke, something breaks," War whispered lowly as he smelt Trent's anger stinking up the car. Rot...a disgusting rotting scent that War had quickly gotten used to a long, long time ago. He was sure that his little mate's nose wasn't as developed, so he was surprised when she began to stir awake. He was momentarily frozen as he watched movement behind her eyelids...then her eyes opened. The air drained from his lungs and as her molten chocolate eyes peered up at him in confusion. He could see the wheels mentally turning in her head as a look of realization suddenly dawned on her.

The Solar Eclipse Pack was a small pack that consisted of about 500 wolves and 100 of them were warriors. they were located in the rural parts of Virginia, more specific closer to Marion, Virginia. They have been fighting other packs around them for months,because they were the smallest pack of the packs around them. Those fight were more for territory over anything else. The strongest of any of the packs around them was the Blood Lust pack. All they cared about was power and territory.

*Jaedon’s POV* “You’re saying war?” My best friend and Beta, Peter Normandy raised his eyebrows at me. Peter and I had met when we were children. Our pack, Snow Creek, had taken over his own pack Everforest. Now, the remaining joined us and pledged their loyalty. It hasn’t been a terrible thing for them though. We didn’t have to kill anyone. Their Alpha had been sick and the sickness was spreading. He asked us to take over the healthy of their pack so it wouldn’t have to die off. Our Alpha at the time obliged.

Determined. Something stirred within Chloe, battling against the fear that wrapped around her like cutting chains. Whatever it was waking up inside of her reacted to the presence of this male as he dominated the space around them. The winds had cut across his cheeks and nose to leave them pink and flecks of snow clung desperately to the wisps of jet black hair peeking out from under his woollen hat. He looked different in what appeared to be fatigues. There were crisp sharp edges that were almost as deadly as the assault rifle strapped to him. The black of the material seemed to absorb the light around it. He looked deadly and it had Chloe's mouth drying up as a curious thirst wracked her. A