White Death Novel Novels & Stories

Not only am I the first ever vampire to exist, but also the first vampire that had the power of three powerful supernatural forces combined - a vampire, a witch, and a werewolf. It was the early 1700s when a witch, my mother, and a werewolf, my father, fell in love with each other. It was beautiful, and the perfect love - one that is one with nature and a beast that resides and takes care of nature and the other animals living in it. They were living peacefully with mortals and the children they were to bear. But at that time, a virus broke among mortals. Nurses and doctors reported that dead bodies in the morgue went missing. Nikleux, my mom and the most powerful witch ever, casted a conosc

Vivian conceded, her tone a blend of relenting and caution. "Thank you so much, young lady. You are such a lifesaver," he expressed his gratitude, and a grateful smile adorned Vivian's face. "So, what's the name of the book you are looking for?" Vivian inquired, curiosity coloring her voice. "The White Death," he revealed, and Vivian's eyebrows shot up in surprise at the title. "What kind of book is that?" she asked, her curiosity piqued. "Supernatural," he replied, his gaze intensifying as he locked eyes with her.

Chapter 8 Yvonne’s Pov It took almost four hours for the interrogation to be over. Every Alpha, Councilman and guest who had come to bear witness to the rejection ceremony were all questioned before they were allowed to leave. My father's chief of security had gone through each person's statement personally, crossed checked alibis, checked who left the chamber hall and when, and any one who had been seen near the private wings of the estate before the twins disappeared. In the end, nobody was a suspect.

Biggy fought with Joseph alone, while Scarlet and White Doll fought White Hill. White Hill was no match for Scarlet and White Doll and began to lose ground at an alarming pace. He wanted to escape. He was dying to escape. How could he possibly escape, though? Finally, he was aggressively killed and beheaded by Scarlet and White Doll. At that very moment, White Hill, White Lotus’ leader, perished on the spot. Subsequently, Scarlet and White Doll moved on to attack Joseph. Joseph was beyond astounded. He wanted to escape as well, but he was currently being faced with three Rank 5 Zombies by himself.

After everything was arranged, Caspian asked Que White to let two people stay here. Then he sat quietly under the flagpole. After dawn, such a big piece of news came out of the silent Same Spirit City. The murderer who killed the White family Ancestor was caught by the White family. Now he was in front of the White family! Although the White family had encountered some problems after the new city governor took office in Same Spirit City, in general, they still had some reputation. After hearing the news, the people of Same Spirit City, whether mortals or cultivators, all gathered there.

"Ignorance is bliss. Isn't that the saying?" "Not in this case. These things, these monsters, whispers, or whatever they may be, they have a weakness. And I only seek to inform you in case it comes down to the worst, you'll be able to take care of yourself. My family killed one of the sisters long ago. The patriarch of my family to be precise. He killed one of the sisters, the one called Claire. They called her the ice. She was the cold. It's why my family retains that power. It's why it snows most times on Crest Hill, even in summer. We use it to create a bit of comfort for the heat. The first White could have killed them all, but one called the red one surprised my family. No one knows wha

Reality was worse than anything he'd imagined. … The sharp smell of antiseptic filled my lungs. I lay in bed, drifting in and out of awareness. "The patient has suffered a slight concussion and requires a 24-hour observation," said the doctor, but his voice sounded far away. I closed my eyes, my mind replaying that brutal night. I remembered the burglar's twisted face, the speeding car, and the deafening explosion. When I woke up again, the TV was talking about that incident. "A traffic accident involving a tanker truck and a private vehicle occurred on Goodrich Avenue last night. The collision triggered an explosion. A charred body was recovered from the car. Police believe the victim to be

Thank you for reading Wolfblood. This now begins book 3 of the series, Wolfborn, which introduces some new characters and also continues Jasmine and Blake's story. Happy reading! *** GINGER Secrets. Everyone has at least one, right? Mine was that I lost my wolf. It happened a long time ago—it was an accident. It was one of those moments in life that changed everything. You know what I mean. One day, everything was normal, great even, and the next thing you know, your life is destroyed over one bad decision.

The wet, metallic blood splattered hard against Serena’s face, coating her pale cheeks, her forehead, and her lips in a horrific warmth that contrasted violently with the freezing rain. Marco’s massive body went entirely limp, collapsing forward like a felled tree, crashing heavily into the mud at her feet. The waterproof bundle containing Victor’s ledger slipped from his dead fingers, rolling into the dark puddles. Serena stood frozen, her breath completely caught in her throat, her chest heaving as the cold rain began to wash the fresh blood down her face in long, pink streaks. She stared down at the corpse, her mind fracturing into a thousand pieces from the sheer shock of the execution a

Most belonged to my grandmother. She had spent decades gathering information about ancient bloodlines, supernatural powers, curses, prophecies, and the White Wolf. She had believed the White Wolf would eventually return. She had believed someone would need to protect her when she did. That someone had become me. I ran my fingers along the spines until I found the journal I wanted. I pulled it free. The leather was worn from age, the corners softened from years of use. I carried it back to the table and placed it beside the listening device.