White Blood Manhwa Wiki Novels & Stories

I apologized. "Sometimes, we refer to breast milk as 'White Blood' because it's from the human body, but only the females," she explained, "It's very fortunate that the breast milk works with your system. You're not physically required blood like other vampires-so it's just a psychological need because you're part of them."

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“What kind of wolf?” “White.” Something dangerous flickered through Kael’s eyes then. “White wolves don’t exist.” “I saw one.” “You’re certain?” Ariana nodded weakly. Kael released her slowly. White wolves belonged to legends. Ancient royal bloodlines. Moonborn bloodlines. Impossible bloodlines. Yet somehow everything around Ariana kept pointing back toward stories long believed dead. Kael turned away briefly. He hated this feeling. The feeling that events were moving beyond his control. “You should rest,” he said finally.

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.”

Hearing the white-haired man’s explanation, the Fifth Concubine smiled contentedly. “Truly a god. He sees others’ potential, not their efforts to please him!” said the white-haired man with a broad smile. At that moment, he could sense that the statue before him seemed to be speaking, vowing to obey and protect the fifth concubine with his very life. “I, the White Blood, obey the god’s command!” said the white-haired man respectfully. “Elder, are we going to wait?” asked the two figures who appeared behind the white-haired man. Seeing them arrive, the white-haired man wasn’t particularly surprised, as they were indeed two members of the Blood Sect under his command.

Just as she was a better strategist than Juan for Blue Crescent, Toby was a better strategist than Alpha Tate for White Blood. When the Gammas exchanged the last of the temporary links, all eyes fell on the Alpha and Gamma of White Blood. Toby looked upset and maybe a little frustrated. But Tate looked stern. Without another word, Tate walked away from Toby and towards Lucianne before he extended a claw and made a scratch on his palm like the others.

Serina muttered not long after that. Alexis and Adrian immediately looked straight at Serina with their curious eyes. Serina put the ledger back on the table, then slightly pointed it at Alexis as well as Adrian. “In this book it is said that a human who has pure blood is destined to become a vampire hunter. It is even stated that there are only one in a thousand of vampire hunters in this world. And Alexis, you are that one in a thousand.” Serina started to explain.

“So, do you have time today to tell me what exactly I am guarding? Last time, you said I should ask Levi. I was afraid to expose you so I didn’t dare to ask.” Alpha Maeva gently recounted: “In ancient times, there were white wolves growing everywhere in the world, but there was a type of white wolf different from the others, it feared human aura, whenever there were people, that white wolf would disappear, and then the population would increase, this type of white wolf completely disappeared from the three packs.” Arista nodded. “The master also told me before, there used to be such a type of white wolf.” “But no one knows, although this white wolf fears human aura, it has miraculous effects

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.

Like it had been waiting for her. Like it had chosen her. That’s what made my skin crawl. That’s what made my stomach twist. Because the only ones who could read that book— The only ones who could even touch it without their veins turning to fire— Were the ones who shouldn’t fucking exist. White Wolves. The strongest, yet rarest species of white wolves. But Aria was human. She was. She had to be. My thoughts were a fucking storm, but before I could spiral, my phone rang again.