Tomorrow War White Spike Novels & Stories

Everyone held their breath, waiting for an answer. I leaned against my chair, watching the chaotic room on the screen, and replied calmly, "Don't panic, Ms. Miller. There's nothing poisonous in that wine. Didn't I tell you? It's a rare, 1945 Romanee-Chanti bottle I got at a recent auction. It's just that…" I paused, letting a hint of amusement creep into my tone. "That wine has been spiked with a super-potent aphrodisiac I got from a vet friend. It's the kind of stuff they use for breeding bulls.

When he arrived home, Owwa was waiting at the gate, as if expecting Twari’s success. “Just a few more days, Twari, and the Prince will awaken,” Owwa said, staring at the peacefully sleeping Zumir. “Our race will rise again. And I know that when Prince Zumir returns, no one will be able to defeat him,” Twari declared with a grin. He looked at Prince Zumir—their last hope to awaken and restore their long-dormant race. “Wait for the return of the blacks, who will ultimately end your reign,” he said, referring to the white vampires who now ruled.

"Smoke's clearing a bit to the west. Wait... ships. Lots of them. Ezra, confirm?" Ezra whistled low. "Holy crap. Lila's launching everything. Hybrid warships, at least thirty. Big ones with those weird glowing cannons. They're heading straight for Blackthorn waters." I strained my eyes against the glare. Sure enough, from our height the flee,t looked like a swarm of steel predators cutting through the waves far below. "She's going all in. Kenji, can you get us closer without being spotted? I need to see their formation."

Far away, near the center of the city. Something was rising. Not the creature itself. Not yet. A structure. An enormous black spire emerging from the depths below, climbing higher with every passing second. Ancient symbols covered its surface, glowing faintly beneath centuries of darkness. The sight immediately triggered something inside the mark. Pain exploded through Evelyn's body. Visions flooded her mind. She saw armies standing beneath a black sky. Monsters larger than castles. Cities burning. Rivers running red. Then she saw the spire.

He looked at the white light surging up the Spire, arcing into the sky and bouncing off the satellite network. "You... you used me," Aradaa choked out. "I used your empathy. It’s always been your greatest bug." Cassandra’s image began to fade as the Federation fleet above began to ignite their engines. "Enjoy your victory, Prince. You’re the man who infected the world. The villain of the piece. I’ll see you in the Velvet Order." The Spire exploded in a final, silent burst of data. Aradaa fell back into the snow. The silence that followed was terrifying. No humming. No pings. Just the crackle of burning tanks and the distant, fading roar of the retreating ships.

But out of the shadows of the broken mirrors, a new signal flared—a white icon, cold and ancient. [SOURCE IDENTIFIED: THE THIRD PRIME] [STATUS: AWAKENED] [DIRECTIVE: HARVEST THE MOTHER] A massive, bone-white claw reached through the void, wrapping around my obsidian arm. The war for the soul had just found its final predator.

The spear was aimed right at her chest and immediately he got within a safe distance from the White Wolf, he threw it at her. The spear, however, had no impact on Aella. It seemed to bounce off her fur and shattered into pieces. Aella kept running at the Rogue King, who drew a sword from his belt. "Today is your last day, White Wolf." The Rogue King roared and raised the sword high. But before he could do anything, Aella leapt into the air and pushed him off his black stallion. The both of them rolled across the ground littered with bodies of fallen warriors.

Kael said, his voice hushed with awe. ​Elena opened the box. Inside was a single, glowing seed—not bronze, not emerald, but a pure, brilliant White. ​"This is it, Kael," Elena said, her bronze eyes filling with tears. "The 'Black Bloom' was the rebellion. This... this is the Peace." ​As she touched the white seed, the "Null-Link" flared one last time. Across the light-years, the Spire on Proxima and the Spire on Earth let out a long, harmonious note.

I didn’t appreciate it either, but the stubbornness in her eyes told me already that she won’t give up. ‘Is their any issue?’ seeing how Margaret was hesitating, I couldn’t stop myself from asking, my brows knitted. I don’t know what might come up now. I think I should prepare myself mentally for back to back shocks. ‘The news of Creek Star Pack’s Luna being a White Wolf will soon spread out of the pack; you can’t shut mouth of anyone. I am afraid that if it reached to rogues, they would immediately come after her and her visit to that land might make things worst until we are prepared’ I nodded, getting to where her mind was running.

The minister for foreign affairs stood up. "I believe we have a problem with its root cause from the Howler pack, Alpha," the minister began. "The last time you visited there, you pulled out the heart of the pack's Beta, Carl and he died in the process." "I meant to kill him. Of course, he would die," I muttered. "He tried to remove the rightful heir from accessing his father's position." "Yes, Alpha," the minister accepted. "You helped Alpha Timothy ascend to his rightful throne but now, loyalists of the dead Beta Carl are planning to take over the Howler pack and bring war to our own pack to avenge the death of their leader."