White Death Novel Novels & Stories

“Shh… It’s okay, granny. It’s okay. I’m sorry that scared you.” ~ Meanwhile, Heidi paces the living room while biting subconsciously at her nails. She scrolls through the internet, searching for anything that could help, since she doesn’t have a number to call. One of the news headlines catches her attention, so she accesses the link and peruses the article. (It’s Black Saturday today, as an explosion claims the lives of White Group’s Chairman, Griffin White, and his husband, Tad White, at the White Braevalle Mansion in the early hours of December twenty-eight.

Noah closed his eyes and lifted his hands as he chanted something in a strange language; he threw his hands down and a heavy force had forced the white-haired man down onto the ground where he was unable to move. Noah stalked towards him and without effort, grabbed onto the sides of his head. Without hesitation, he twisted his neck so hard it came right off. Whistling a happy tune, Noah grabbed the head and the body and jumped out the window with them both. I ran to the smashed window and witnessed him grab a zippo lighter from his pocket and start a small flame before tossing it onto the body and head. What was left of the white-haired man was engulfed in flames and almost immediately turne

Fire flickered in my palm, called by thought alone. “Burn them,” Malrath whispered, fading. “And bring me the girl.” The mirror went black. I stood slowly, curling my fingers. Flame danced obediently over my skin. A new weapon. Perfect. The white wolf would bleed for me soon, her kingdom turning to ash at my feet, and I would hand her head to my king… smiling. _____________________ Daeira POV

Goodness, what a drama king. “Enrick, do I look like a fool to you?” He gazes at me amusedly with his hands on his sides. “A White Wolf crosses the border in high frequency, and you’ve authoritarian forbid anyone to hinder her, under the threat of the death penalty. In other packs, trespassing is a serious crime and the perpetrator is actually killed without a second thought," he points out.

My father chimed in walking back in with my mother and brothers with way too much food. "Why did you surround yourself in protection if y'all feel the need to protect her?" Stephan asked. "We aren't sure how to do that, it just does it on it's own but y'all are the first ones to look close enough to see it." Jack stated. I turned to their parents, "Tell me what you know about the last white witch." Nikki signed before she spoke, "She was a wonderful leader, she was also mated to an alpha, it was her own brother that took her life along with her guards and her mate, he destroyed everything." "Why would her brother kill them?" Stephan asked before I got the chance to speak. "You see, they were

That detail stopped me in my tracks and I knew I had to see her for myself. When I arrived and confirmed his words, I made a different decision. Instead of killing her, I chose to spare her life. She could provide valuable information, and I needed to know if she was really the one I had been looking for all this time. “You think that’s Whitee?” Aaron asked as he entered my office, his brows knitted and his voice unsure. “She doesn’t act like her, but she sure looks like her.” Albena Lyall Obsidian, or Whitee as she was known for the pure, unblemished white furs of her wolf, had been thought dead for years.

WILDA. Damian does not speak or look at me the whole way. His grip on my arm does not loosen either. It is as if he is afraid I might still run away or something. We walk to the house in silence, my heart beating hard in my chest and my palms dripping with sweat. what will happen to me? What will I say should he ask me what I remembered? What did I remember? Grey fur… yellow eyes… white fur… red eyes… skin turning inside out into fur… the sound of bones crushing… my father… am I going crazy? Why did no one tell me I was there? Why did no one tell me I was the reason for my father’s death?

I leaned my head back against the shelf. I had strategically hidden myself just in case an intruder stepped into the library. I silently shook my head at what my life was becoming, full of paranoia as I was more than terrified of what the said woman could do to me. I kept rereading the same line over and over again. It was about the white wolves and I mused at how someone had to die before my zeal to find out the truth was renewed. 'The white wolves were from an ancient line of werewolves, one of the pure breeds.' the book read.

I hated how steadying it felt. I stepped back before I could think too hard about that. "Just — explain. You said you'd seen this before. What did you mean?" "There's a novel," he said. "About a wolf warrior who enrolls at an academy and starts shifting into a black wolf instead of the rare white wolf she was born with. No one can explain it. Not at first." My pulse spiked. "Who wrote it?" "Sophie Miller, I think." The name hit me like a blow to the chest. The world tilted, sound rushing out of my ears until all I could hear was my own heartbeat, deafening.

I thought I will see Dwyane once we entered the room, but I was wrong. The only thing inside this room is a table full of papers on it, air conditioner, water dispenser, and some shelves. I though this is the room where they leave Dwyane but there is something that caught my attention. There is a white door on the left side of the room. PO2 Lopez walks to it and then knocks. Another police man opened the door from the inside. Wow. Amazing. There is another room in this room.