White Death Novel Novels & Stories

The morning weather was foggy with a gentle breeze that howled into Lucas' window. He was already running late for school when he heard his father yell his name. “Lucas! Lucas!” yelled Detective White. “Get your ass down here boy, you're already late for school!” Detective White is Lucas' father and one of the top Detectives in the New Orleans Police Department. He lost his wife early last year. According to the post-mortem examination presented to him, this states that Mrs. White was killed by a wild bear. Her car broke down in the middle of a wooded area. She called Detective White to come and pick her up or send help; he did send help but by the time help could get to Mrs. White to toll h

[The Silence of the Stone] The world didn’t end with a scream. It ended with a breath—his breath, hitched and shallow, ghosting against the hollow of my throat before the light took everything. I woke up in the white. It wasn’t the sterile white of a Macau lab or the blinding white of the spire’s overload. It was the soft, muffled white of a mountain winter. The snow was falling again, thick and indifferent, burying the charred remains of the obsidian needle beneath a blanket of cold mercy.

After the door was opened, the first thing he noticed was how the lady in the black dress extended her hand to whoever was in the car. He noticed a hand clasping the lady in black's hand and one bare leg coming out and landing on the ground, followed by the other. Finally, he saw the entire body emerge from the car, and what he saw nearly caused him to pass out. At the same time, he was startled and shocked. The rumor appeared to be true; there was indeed a white witch in the club. As he had expected, the woman in the white limousine was more beautiful than the lady in black.

As he remembered the sight of his mother with her face frozen in death, he gritted his teeth in anger and swore to find the killer of his wolves, even if it was the last thing he would do. His eyes wandered over to where the white wolf stood among the howling wolves. She too, like him, hadn't morphed into her wolf form. Her eyes locked into his and he felt a sudden jolt of realisation. Like a puzzle piece snapping into place, all the random images began to come together in his head and his eyes widened as they finally started to make sense. The dead wolves, mutilated and killed His dead mother's body, found close to the forest The white wolf, found unconscious close to the border

Mira clawed at her throat, her eyes wide, terrified, her fingers scraping at nothing as the invisible force tightened around her neck. Rowan lifted his other hand to finish it, and that’s when it happened. A flash of white. No, it wasn't white. It was blinding, holy even and almost impossible. It erupted right in front of Rowan, exploding outward like a star being born. Every warrior, every puppet, every creature on the field cried out and shielded their eyes. I fell onto my hands as the world turned winter white. “What…?!” Rowan snarled, stumbling back. The light reached my skin, warm, and familiar, and I just knew who it was.

“That’s probably the simplest way to explain it. Her powers are too strong. Everything surfaced at once and her body temporarily shut itself down.” Zayden looked back at Traci. “You really think that’s all it was?” I nodded my head once. “From everything I’ve read, yes.” My thoughts drifted back to the journals and records I had spent countless hours studying. Most people thought White Wolves were legends. Ancient stories. Fairy tales passed down through generations. Then Traci showed up and proved every single one of those stories was real. “The only account I ever found of a White Wolf being successfully killed involved a silver bullet directly through the heart,” I said as I shook my head

He asked. She stared back at him, confused. Wasn’t that reason enough? Why was he staring at her like he was amazed? “Today, I will tell you a secret,” he said, his gaze hardening, making her anxious. Rising to his feet, Mr. White walked over and leaned against the edge of the table beside her. “I was born with a dead wolf.” Elsa’s mouth parted, her eyes widening in utter shock. Mr. White? The alumnus rumored to have single-handedly beaten the strongest wolf in his set… had a dead wolf?

Zeus said to me. "I am not going to mate with a low level Omega that would be bad for my soon to be pack" I said to Zeus. Then quickly pushed him to the back of my mind hushing him up, all of a sudden all my senses were on high alert. I smelt a wolf, I came to a complete stop, and I looked around but couldn't see anyone around me. I slowly crept around to an opening in the woods, that's when I saw the most beautiful white wolf ever seen. she was just laying down beside the pond. Impossible I thought to myself I've never seen a white wolf no one would believe me. "I can not connect with her it's like there's no soul in her, no one to talk to" Zeus said.

Their relationship doesn't begin well, but with time, it all returns to normal, to her perfectly happy life. Happiness, however, does not last forever. ***** Welcome to an action-packed, adventure-filled world of high school drama. In a world filled with Vampires, Werewolves, Witches, and other supernatural beings. Take a trip with Josette down a path filled with laughs and tears, sacrifices and betrayals, love and hate. Discover The White Wolf's Sacrifice by reading my book.